"Hello, could you kindly let us inside Mr. Potter's vault?" the professor asked.

"Does young Mr. Potter have his key?" the goblin calmly enquired after giving her a snide glance.

Hadrian observed as the goblin immediately jumped down from its stool and made a little beckoning motion as the professor quickly handed it a small golden key.

"This way."

Hadrian quickly followed the goblin after feeling a little tap on his shoulder. Hadrian looked up and saw what appeared to be a little roller coaster. After a momentary expression of apprehension, Hadrian hurriedly boarded the flimsy carriage. They came to a stop in front of a massive golden door after a brief and uninteresting trip. Hopping out of the cart, the goblin deftly inserted the key into the lock.

Hadrian was surprised to see the door open on its own as he stared. As Hadrian pursued the goblin inside, he noticed mountains of gold heaped high.

"Is this entirely mine?" Hadrian gasped and questioned.

The professor responded, "Of course, your dad came from a highly distinguished family, and your mother was a little bit of a business genius."

"Now all you need is enough money for the trolley's snacks and school supplies. Don't go overboard, but feel free to take some." Before handing Hadrian a small unassuming bag.

Hadrian quickly filled the bag after making his way to the closest pile, but he soon realized the bag didn't seem to get much heavier. Looking toward the professor, she calmly gestured for him to continue. After a little more than a minute, Hadrian stood up straight again and fastened the bag.

"All right, now we can go fetch your books and the rest of your supplies," McGonagall remarked.

They left the building after another quiet ride.

"All right, Hadrian, Flourish, and Blotts sell books in Diagon Alley. While I get your other stuff, you go there and begin working on your school books.

Hadrian gave a quick nod of agreement and kept on walking. As he rounded a corner, he noticed a large sign that said Flourish and Blotts. Hadrian promptly pulled out the list of books before entering the store and began scanning.

Naturally, Hadrian had more books than he needed after a half-hour. He couldn't help but be curious, so he had taken in everything that piqued his interest. Looking up from his stack of books, Hadrian saw the store owner amusedly observing him.

"Hey, youngster, you can get a trunk to store your belongings if you go to the shop next door. I'll be happy to hold these books till your return," the man remarked kindly.

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Hadrian took his advice and walked out of the building, making his way to the next building. Hadrian returned to the bookstore after purchasing the most recent model of trunks. Hadrian quickly bought his books and sat down to wait for the professor.

Fifteen minutes later, the professor came by to pick him up, magically levitating his school supplies. After putting them in the trunk, they headed to the wand store, which was the last thing on the list. Entering the store, Hadrian heard the shopkeeper greet him.

"Hello, Hadrian, Professor. Welcome to Ollivanders. I presume you are here for your first wand Mr. Potter?"

Nodding, even though he was a little uneasy. Hadrian stepped towards the newly visible man. Taking a good look at him, Hadrian noticed he was quite elderly, and his hair was completely white.

Hadrian was approached by Ollivander, who questioned him, "You wand arm?"

Ollivander took Hadrian's measurements as he extended his right hand, measuring him from shoulder to finger, wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and around his head. As he measured, Ollivander stated,

"Mr. Potter, at the center of every Ollivander wand is a potent magical substance. We use dragon heartstrings, phoenix tail feathers, and unicorn hairs. Similar to how no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly alike, no two Ollivander wands are exactly alike. Of course, using another wizard's wand won't ever yield such fantastic effects."

Ollivander's measuring tape carried on its work as he moved away from Hadrian to get some wands.

"That will do," said Ollivander as the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Mr. West. Try this one. Elm and hair from a unicorn's mane. Eleven inches. Nice and rigid. Just take it and give it a wave."

Quinn took the wand in hand and swung, but nothing happened, and Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.

"Ebony and unicorn, flexible. Please, do try." Once again, there was no feeling from Quinn. Ollivander snatched it back and put it back into its box.

He offered another wand before snatching it away, "Unicorn hair doesn't work for you, Mr. West."

Hadrian shrugged in response, and Ollivander moved around Quinn to find something before handing him another wand, but it also failed, and after a lot of giving and snatching from Ollivander, he finally offered Hadrian a wand that worked.

"Please try this one. Ash wood with phoenix tail feathers. Fourteen inches long, rigid flexibility," offered Ollivander and the second Hadrian held the wand, the wand glowed.

Ollivander smiled and started with his patented line,

"The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. And, this wand has chosen you. Ash is a very unusual wand wood, which I have found creates tricky wands that often refuse to produce magic for any but their owner and also withhold their best effects from all but those most gifted. Whereas Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalize, and their allegiance is usually hard-won."

Ollivander stares without blinking at one of his works in Hadrian's hand and said, "This results in a wand with the hardest condition to master, and that kind of wand has chosen you. Be proud, Mr. Potter."

After quickly paying for the new wand and holster, plus a cleaning kit. With a brief message, the professor swiftly whisked him back to his aunt and uncle's residence. Hadrian apparently had a little less than a month until classes began.