After listening to Bathilda Bagshot's story, Dumbledore smiled faintly. "What a good boy!"
Bathilda Bagshot asked, "Headmaster Dumbledore, is Vizette really an Obscurial? I can't sense it from his speech or behavior."
"This child has a kind of affability. To be honest... even without your instructions, I wouldn't have been wary of him... It's truly amazing!"
"That rather depends on what you choose to believe." Dumbledore took a sip of his tea. "Vizette is indeed an Obscurial, I have seen it with my own eyes."
"The situation was urgent, and the British Ministry of Magic arrived before me. He was able to escape the Obscurus without my help."
"He recovered through his own willpower? He's only the age of a freshman!" Bathilda Bagshot said in disbelief.
"This morning, I thought you were worried that he wasn't stable enough, so you asked me to keep an eye on him and find opportunities to chat with him..."
"I can't believe you misunderstood…" Dumbledore shook his head gently. "I just saw Vizette lingering in the bookstore for a long time and I was worried that because he rarely interacts with people, he was afraid to ask to buy a book."
"That's why I'm asking you to help take care of him. If he needs anything, please do your best to help... You've really helped me a lot this time, and I'll remember it."
"No, no, no! Headmaster Dumbledore, you're joking!" Bathilda Bagshot waved her hands repeatedly. "I'm the one who has benefited the most; I should be thanking you."
"If we keep being so modest, perhaps we can consider what to eat for dinner." Dumbledore glanced at the time. "I have an interview this afternoon, and I need to go back to the Leaky Cauldron later."
"Okay, I should go back to the bookstore now." Bathilda Bagshot had already stood up. "I'll take my leave."
Watching Bathilda Bagshot's light-footed figure disappear into the distance, Dumbledore was slightly lost in thought. "Ariana... at least this time I won't repeat the mistake I made back then..."
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For modern wizards, the wand is an essential item, relevant to every aspect of their lives.
As one of the oldest buildings in Diagon Alley, Ollivander's Wand Shop is truly unassuming.
The shop's storefront was small and dilapidated, and the gold lettering on the door was worn and faded, with faint bas-relief text visible—Ollivander: Crafting fine wands since 382 BC.
The glass display case was gray and gloomy, with an old magic wand lying on a faded purple cushion.
Vizette pushed open the door and entered the store. It was quiet, with only a narrow aisle leading to the interior.
This place is less of a shop and more of a wand storehouse.
The aisle was lined with shelves, each containing a wooden box, piled up from the floor to the ceiling like bricks.
The shop is also quite small, with a patina-covered bench in the corner.
Ring ring ring...
The melodious sound of wind chimes echoed in the shop, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of Vizette like the wind.
Ollivander was an elderly man with silver hair and no beard, whose pale, silvery eyes were moon-like and startling.
In the dimly lit shop, those eyes seemed like two bright moons, radiating light.
Ollivander's voice was gentle. "Good afternoon. Since the Statute of Secrecy came into effect, the Obscurials have become rare. You are a special guest... Vizette, it's a pleasure to serve you."
His tone revealed a hint of joy, "It's unprecedented for an Obscurial to have the opportunity to touch a wand... Which hand do you usually use?"
"Right hand."
"Okay, please raise your arm and relax a bit. I'm just taking your measurements."
As they were talking, a tape measure popped out of Ollivander's jacket pocket.
The measuring tape rested on Vizette's shoulder, slowly rolling towards his fingertips, then from his wrist to his elbow, shoulder to the ground, and finally circling around his forehead.
The store seemed to come alive at that moment, and Ollivander moved between the shelves, waving his hand and three wooden boxes popping into his arms.
"Here, the wood, the core, the length... Everything is different... every wand is unique."
"Of course, you can always find a wand that suits you here. Try this one, made of acacia wood, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches long, and very durable."
This is a magic wand that looks like amber all over, with carvings that follow the wood grain, giving it a sense of composure.
Vizette grasped the wand in his hand, but before he could even grip it tightly, Ollivander snatched it away.
"Something doesn't feel right… Try this one: blackthorn, dragon heartstring, 12 and a half inches, very elastic."
Almost perfectly replicating the previous action, before Vizette could even grip the wand tightly, Ollivander had already snatched it away.
"Try this one, holly wood, phoenix feather, thirteen and three-quarters inches, just the right firmness."
"Cedar wood, unicorn tail hair, ten and three-fifths inches, no!"
Ollivander chattered on as he moved back and forth across the shelves, displaying a sensitivity beyond his years.
Vizette took one wand after another, and then those wands were taken away again...
Wands and wand boxes were scattered on the ground and gradually piled up.
"And this one? Ebony, dragon heartstring, nine inches..."
"Elder, Dragon Heartstring, Eleven Inches..."
"Laurel wood, phoenix feathers..."
As time went by, the wand boxes piled up higher and higher, like a small mountain.
Ollivander, beaming with excitement, finally stopped, muttering to himself, "I never expected this! I tried almost every kind, how could this happen?"
Faced with this situation, if it weren't for the shield magic he had used earlier, Vizette would probably have doubted whether he possessed any magical talent.
"Vizette, I need more information." Ollivander rubbed his hands together, somewhat impatiently saying, "Would you be willing to tell me about your past experiences?"
"Try not to recall bad things. Pick some happy, interesting things to tell me... preferably things that happened before you met Dumbledore."
Vizette voiced his doubts, "Mr. Ollivander, is something wrong? Why isn't there a wand that suits me?"
"It's very common for wizards to be picky about wands," Ollivander said with a smile. "Wands choose wizards, and wizards choose wands."
"Completing a pairing sometimes requires a lot of effort. Let's get back to the source… Tell me about your past experiences!"
"What happened before I met Dumbledore..." Vizette frowned and began to recall the past.
"Yes! Anything that interests you is fine."
"In that wizard's house, there is a book that records magic. It looks very old, and I am very interested in it."
"A book that records ancient magic?" Ollivander looked thoughtful. "I have an idea. Wait here for me for a moment."
He drew his wand and waved it at the wand on the ground. The wand returned to its box smoothly and then flew back to its original position.
Not long after, he emerged from the shadows deep within the shop, holding a silver-blue box in his hands.
Vizette stared intently at the Vortex on the box; he recognized the symbol all too well.
The same symbol appears in The Witch's & Wizard's Guide.