Chapter 5: Good Heavens, You Little Wizard Are a Madman!
Dylan wasn't wealthy in the sense of money.
Anyway, it was a majority of his parents' life savings.
Changing it into two thousand Galleons was enough.
Nevertheless, Dylan didn't plan to change all the money.
He needed to keep some capital in hand.
Apart from that, he had five hundred pounds to change into one hundred Galleons, which he crammed into his pocket.
This also elicited a roll of eyes from the goblins.
As might be expected, these Muggle-born wizards were all poverty-stricken!
"Let us go purchase the tickets."
Professor McGonagall accompanied Dylan to buy the tickets for the Hogwarts Express.
In the meantime, she directed: "At King's Cross Station, you must locate the third pillar between platforms nine and ten."
"Don't be afraid when the time comes, just run straight towards the pillar, and you'll be on platform nine and three-quarters."
Dylan nodded.
Then, under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, he came to the wand shop.
Dylan looked up.
He saw the sign hanging in front of the store: "Established in 382 BC?"
He looked up and down at the narrow and small store.
Dylan clicked his tongue: "Hasn't this store been renovated in hundreds of years?"
"Don't worry, wizarding houses can be sustained with magic."
Professor McGonagall smiled to Dylan: "The artistry of the Ollivander family is not limited to wand making. This house will not collapse."
Professor McGonagall pushed the door.
Dylan followed her in.
The second he entered, he saw an old man with his butt sticking out, picking something from a pile of wands.
Upon hearing the ringing doorbell.
Ollivander turned around and saw Professor McGonagall.
"Nine and a half inches, fir wood, dragon heartstring. Ah, Professor McGonagall, I'm so glad you've come with another young wizard to shop at my store."
Professor McGonagall took Dylan's hand and shoved him towards the front.
"Then have him choose a wand that's suitable for him."
Professor McGonagall looked down and said to Dylan, "I need to buy some magical supplies. You can wait for me by the door after you choose your wand."
"Okay, Professor." Dylan nodded.
The doorbell rang.
Professor McGonagall came out of the wand shop.
Ollivander had a new young wizard before him, smiling: "Child, are you ready to become a true young wizard? I don't know what hand you use."
"I'm ready to." Dylan raised his arm. "I'm right-handed."
"Oh! Okay, wait a moment." Ollivander went near Dylan and measured him with a ruler.
Finally, he picked one up from a pile of wand boxes.
"Try this one."
Dylan took the wand. The moment he did, his muscle memory almost made him cast an Avada Kedavra on Ollivander.
"Whoa!"
Dylan was startled and quickly suppressed the spell in his heart. Then he gently waved his arm.
"Whirr!"
A gust of wind burst out and messed up the wand box rack that Ollivander had just organized.
A pile of wands fell to the floor.
But Ollivander seemed used to this. He flicked his wand lazily.
"Reparo!"
The wand boxes were bound by magic and resumed their previous positions in the air.
"It seems this one is unsuitable for you."
Ollivander scowled and turned to search the shelves.
"Try this one."
Dylan took it.
"Whoosh!"
There was an explosion of magic fire.
"It seems the magic in your body is quite ferocious."
Ollivander returned the wand and made Dylan try seven or eight other wands.
But almost all of them made a huge commotion.
Dylan was a bit at a loss.
Was it possible that he studied the full-level Unforgivable Curses before even mastering the wand?
Were the wands rising up against him because of that?
"Do not worry, child. I have plenty of wands here. There will always be one that will suit you."
Ollivander saw that Dylan wasn't in good condition and comforted him.
Nevertheless, he did not get to the point at all.
Dylan could only force a smile and said in a dry manner, "Then I'm really troubling you, sir."
"It's my duty to serve customers. You're not the most selective customer I've ever encountered." Ollivander smiled.
He began to look for new wands.
From the first floor to the topmost floor.
"This one won't do, this one's not for you. Let me see if this one is for you."
Ollivander extracted a wand from the wall.
Dylan took it and swished it around a little.
"Boom!"
A burst of magic exploded out.
A shock wave flew towards Ollivander.
Dylan was horrified.
But Ollivander quickly negated the shock wave with his wand.
Dylan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but be intrigued.
"Why can a young wizard who hasn't studied spells in a systematic way create power on par with attack magic when choosing wands?"
Dylan took another wand from Ollivander.
He waved it again.
It came with a violent explosion this time.
Ollivander immediately applied emergency measures to stifle the explosion.
Dylan could not help but feel the magic awakening in his body at this moment.
"It seems it's because of a moment of chaotic change?"
This change produced the fire, the shockwave, and even the explosion.
How could he produce such strong and different effects every time he waved the wand and without casting a single spell?
Dylan tried wand after wand.
Until Ollivander discovered something wrong.
"Wait! What are you doing?"
"Huh? I'm trying to feel the instant the magic is released when I master the wand, and whether I can manipulate the resulting effect somehow."
"What did you say? Good gracious! You little wizard are mad!"
Ollivander's eyes widened and he became stern.
He even put the wand box he had in his hand on the floor and came to Dylan, grasping the hand that was clutching the wand.
"Don't do that again! You're learning the invention of spells, but that's extremely dangerous! And it's not something that you should be thinking about right now!"
"The. invention of spells?" Dylan's eyebrow arched.
He let Ollivander remove the wand from his hand.
"Yes, the original wizards who learned spells would have had to go through this. Back then, my family hadn't even started making wands."
As if he was frightened, and was afraid Dylan would keep on in secret learning how to create spells.
Ollivander exclaimed, "Wizards and witches of the ancient times believed that magic had a spirituality of its own, so they let go of the magic and looked for some physical patterns within it, which eventually led to the invention of spells."
"But letting go of the magic that way can be fatal!"
(End of chapter)
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