Half an hour later, standing in front of Ollivander's Wand Shop, Kyle's questioning gaze flicked back and forth between Dumbledore and the shop's sign.
"This is the legendary Cheat wholesale market, ah, no, the wand shop?"
The shop looked small and dilapidated. The gold lettering on the door sign was peeling, and it read: Ollivander: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.
In the shop window, a single wand rested on a faded purple cushion.
"Some things can't be judged by their appearance," Dumbledore said with a gentle smile. "Ollivander is the best wandmaker in the British wizarding world, and among the best in Europe."
Pushing open the door, Kyle entered the wand shop.
The shop was tiny, with nothing but a long bench in the corner.
Thousands of narrow boxes containing wands were stacked from floor to ceiling, all covered in a thin layer of dust.
A tinkling bell announced their entrance. A white-haired head popped out from behind the boxes, and seeing the old man behind Kyle, the shopkeeper immediately greeted them warmly.
"Dumbledore! Welcome, welcome! It's a great pleasure to see you!" As for Kyle beside him, he was momentarily ignored.
The old man came before them, and his light-colored eyes, like two bright moons in the dim shop, finally noticed Kyle.
"Good heavens, it's!" Ollivander exclaimed, staring at Kyle's mismatched eyes, then looked at Dumbledore as if confirming something.
Dumbledore nodded. "That's right, Ollivander, just as you think."
Kyle's eyes were extremely rare. In front of this wandmaker, who had dealt with all sorts of wizards throughout his life, Kyle's identity couldn't be hidden.
His guess confirmed, Ollivander rubbed his hands excitedly, then pulled a silver-marked measuring tape from his pocket. "Which arm do you favor?"
"Right hand."
From shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to the floor, knee to armpit, and finally, head circumference.
Ollivander measured, all the while chattering, "Every Ollivander wand possesses incredibly powerful magical substances, and that is its essence."
"We use Unicorn Hair, Phoenix Tail Feather, and Dragon Nerve."
"Every Ollivander wand is unique because there are no two identical unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes."
"Of course, if you use a wand that rightfully belongs to another wizard, you will never achieve such good results."
Kyle suspected that Ollivander had said this to every wizard.
Watching Mr. Ollivander's perplexing actions, Kyle couldn't help but ask, "Why do you need to measure all these things when buying a wand?"
"Because every wand from the Ollivander family is unique. To help you select the right wand, I first need to measure your arm length, forearm length, height, head circumference, and other dimensions, and then choose a wand based on these parameters."
Hearing Ollivander's explanation, Kyle pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hands.
He placed his left hand on his right arm and, with a sudden force, crack, his right arm dislocated.
Watching Kyle's arm stretch out a few centimeters, Ollivander's face instantly darkened.
Dumbledore, seeing the frozen smile and twitching corners of Ollivander's mouth, turned away, trying hard not to laugh. Then, he turned back, feeling a bit sorry.
"Brackium Emendo." With Dumbledore reciting the incantation, Kyle's arm clicked back into place.
"Sorry, sir, can we continue?"
Hearing Kyle's words, Ollivander opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice dry, "Oh, yes."
After all these years of crafting and selling wands, what situations hadn't Ollivander seen?
Well, he'd never seen this.
Coming back to his senses, Ollivander took a paper box from the shelf and handed a wand to Kyle.
He introduced it dryly, "Cherry wood, unicorn hair, thirteen inches. Try waving it."
It seemed the old man Ollivander wasn't in the mood for unnecessary chatter.
Kyle casually waved the wand, and he suddenly felt an urge to unleash the magic within him.
He yielded to the impulse, releasing his control over the magic. A bolt of lightning shot from the wand's tip, obliterating the shelf behind Ollivander along with many wand boxes.
Kyle: Holy shit! Ollivander: Motherfucker!
Looking at the state of the shop, both Kyle and Ollivander couldn't help but curse internally.
Kyle was worried the old man in front of him would try to swindle him, while Ollivander was heartbroken over his losses.
Ollivander looked at Dumbledore expectantly, "Dumbledore, this..."
Dumbledore understood what Ollivander meant; only he could restore everything to its original state.
With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, everything in Ollivander's Wand Shop was like rewinding a video. The shelves, wands, and paper boxes that had been blown to pieces all flew back, restoring their original appearance.
The old man and the young man both breathed a sigh of relief.
The wand in Kyle's hand was taken away, and another wand was placed in his hand.
"Try this one again. Willow wood, Phoenix Tail Feather, twelve inches."
"Don't wave it! Just give it a gentle flick!" Seeing that Kyle was about to flick his wrist again, Ollivander stopped him in a hurry.
Seeing Ollivander's reaction, Kyle found it a bit funny, but he still waved the wand wildly regardless.
Just this time, he reduced his magic output.
Seeing Kyle's action, Ollivander shuddered violently.
Still, a bolt of lightning shot out from the wand in Kyle's hand, grazing Ollivander's scalp and hitting the cabinet behind him.
Fortunately, this time, the cabinet wasn't blown to smithereens.
Ollivander was scared half to death by Kyle. After calming down, he fumbled in some unknown corner for a mirror and looked at his receding hairline with a face of misery.
"Ah, sorry, Mr. Ollivander."
"It's okay, it's okay, this small problem can be solved with a little Hair Growth Potion." Ollivander forced a smile.
If he couldn't afford to offend the person behind this brat, he, Ollivander, would have taught the brat why the flowers outside the window were so red today.
"It seems this wand isn't quite the right fit for you," Ollivander said, producing a third wand. "Walnut, Dragon Heartstring, eleven inches."
Unlike the previous two wands, a strange sensation washed over Kyle as he grasped this one.
It was as if this wand was meant to be with him.
He no longer restrained the magic within him. With a light flick of the wand, a stream of water materialized out of thin air. As Kyle swung the wand like a conductor's baton, the water flow continuously changed shape in the air.
"How extraordinary. I've never seen anything like it," Ollivander observed, his gaze fixed on Kyle's unusual eyes. "This is the one."
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