At this moment, it wasn't just Professor McGonagall who was filled with anticipation; Charle couldn't help but feel the same.
Wands, even in Charle's previous life, were something that would excite magic enthusiasts when discussed.
Many Harry Potter fans online would test which type of wand suited them on some mysterious fan-made websites.
Some would even custom-order a wand online to fulfill their fantasy of waving a wand and casting magic.
Charle wasn't that fanatical about it in his previous life, but in this life, wands truly existed, and their enhancement for wizards could be said to be unparalleled.
Wizards without wands could barely cast spells.
Even if some highly skilled wizards could cast spells without a wand, the effect was worlds apart compared to using a wand.
For example, Charle, through repeated deductions of the Lumos spell and the Banishing Charm, had already reached an unprecedented level of understanding of these two spells.
Casting these two spells without a wand was not impossible for Charle.
But even for a spell as basic as the Lumos spell, casting it without a wand placed an extremely heavy burden.
With Charle's current magic power, it was only enough to light up a firefly-like glow at his fingertips, with almost no practical effect.
In fact, let alone Charle, even for wizards of Dumbledore and Voldemort's caliber, wands were almost irreplaceable.
They had the ability to cast spells without wands, but they rarely used it, presumably because of the excessive consumption and poor effect.
Therefore, a wand that completely belonged to him was the most important thing for Charle at the moment.
Following Professor McGonagall, Charle quickly arrived at the only wand shop in Diagon Alley.
The shop was small and dilapidated, with a single wand placed on a faded purple cushion in the window.
The golden sign on the door was peeling, and it read: "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C."
Stepping into the shop, there was nothing but a long chair, and thousands of narrow boxes containing wands were stacked almost to the ceiling.
Professor McGonagall called out, and an old wizard walked out from inside.
This was naturally Ollivander, one of the three great wandmakers in Europe.
Seeing Charle and Professor McGonagall, Ollivander, who had experienced countless school seasons, showed a formulaic enthusiastic smile.
"Ah, another young wizard has come to buy a wand."
"Believe me, Ollivander's wands will never disappoint you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall interrupted Ollivander's opening remarks, which had been repeated hundreds of times.
"Mr. Ollivander, this is Charle."
"Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to tell you that Charle's talent is unexpected, even beyond his imagination."
"He said you should be prepared to be challenged; this time might be more difficult than when you chose a wand for him."
Hearing this, Ollivander's voice choked, and a look of obvious surprise appeared on his face.
He had made hundreds, if not thousands, of wands in his life, but only a few of them had followed famous wizards.
Dumbledore alone had made Ollivander famous, completely establishing his position as the number one wandmaking master in Britain.
Before this, there were still a few wandmakers in Britain who wanted to compete with Ollivander.
But after Dumbledore displayed his talent that shocked the magical world, Ollivander only needed one sentence to end the wandmaking competition that used to require a long time of comparison.
"Which Dumbledore are you?"
And now, a young wizard whom even Dumbledore praised as a genius appeared before him?
After the surprise, Ollivander was filled with excitement.
In his opinion, this year was truly his lucky year.
Before the savior Harry Potter had even arrived, such a talented young wizard had already come.
Presumably, after this, the reputation of Ollivanders wand shop would be even more unshakable.
What kind of thing is Gregorovitch from Germany? Is he even worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as me, Ollivander?!
Immediately, Ollivander stood up and walked towards Charle excitedly, enthusiastically measuring Charle's arm data and various habits.
After Charle answered one by one, Ollivander fell into excited contemplation, occasionally muttering to himself, as if thinking about what type of wand would be suitable for Charle.
At this point, Charle spoke.
"Mr. Ollivander, my situation is a bit special, so I have special requirements for a wand."
"I can tolerate the power of the wand, but I require it to have strong durability and be able to withstand the most powerful or extreme magic power imaginable."
"What I mean is, even if light comparable to the sun erupts from the tip of the wand, it must be able to withstand it perfectly."
"..."
Before Charle could finish speaking, Ollivander waved his hand with a chuckle.
"Mr. Charle, perhaps you don't quite understand how the Ollivander family chooses wands for wizards."
"We don't follow the wizard's requirements, but rather follow the experience accumulated over countless years to match the wizard's personality and spirit with a suitable wand. This has been verified on countless wizards, please trust my expertise."
"As for whether the wand can withstand the magic power of the spell? I can guarantee that such a thing will never happen!"
Then, Ollivander took out a few wand boxes on his own, took out a wand made of beech wood with a dragon heartstring core from one of them, and handed it to Charle.
"Here, try this one."
Charle paused, not reaching out to take it immediately.
After all, the wand he wanted had to be able to withstand the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell, which was currently his strongest spell.
The wand he got from Dak before cracked after being cast just once, and shattered when he forced out another Laser Spell.
Charle greatly doubted whether the wand Ollivander had taken out could withstand it.
He confirmed with Ollivander again.
"Mr. Ollivander, are you sure its endurance is sufficient?"
"What if it breaks later, you won't make me pay, right?"
A hint of absurd amusement appeared on Ollivander's face.
He suddenly found Charle quite endearing.
Perhaps when Charle's name went down in history, he could bring up this conversation today as an interesting anecdote.
Then, Ollivander made a gesture of invitation and said confidently.
"If a wand breaks, I'll compensate you with ten for every one that breaks."
"Believe me, Mr. Charle, no one understands wands better than I do!"
Charle was stunned for a moment.
He looked at the wand in front of him, and an idea suddenly popped into his head.
Just by sucking on the Elder Wand a few times, he had gained extremely generous deduction points.
These ordinary wands were certainly not as good as the Elder Wand, but they were also rare magical items.
In fact, they were likely the most expensive items most wizards would ever buy in their lifetime.
Both the wand body and the core were materials with magical power.
If he ate it, the deduction points he could get would probably be much more than the Magic Meal at St. Mungo's Hospital.
So Charle showed an embarrassed smile.
"Mr. Ollivander, then I thank you."
Ollivander froze there.
"???"
"This child... is quite polite?"
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