The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 14: Pure-Blood Descendant!

Silver light and shadow intertwined for a moment.

Finally, it slowly returned to the wand.

Only a few glimmers of silver light slowly dissipated as they continued to flash.

"I never thought it would actually wait for its master. Merlin, I am clearly witnessing the beginning of a new history. You will surely have glorious achievements that are destined to be recorded in history." Ollivander's cloudy eyes stared at Ian, his hunched body seemingly even more bent than before.

It looked like he was bending down slightly.

"Is this the Elder Wand?"

Ian looked down at the wand, which seemed to understand him perfectly. He didn't know if this was a characteristic of the Elder Wand, but he felt his magic was unusually active and surging.

"Elderwood is the rarest wand wood, more difficult to wield than any other wand. Few people choose to make wands from it, because it only chooses its destined owner."

"Every owner of an elder wand is destined to be a prominent figure in the annals of history... Therefore, you are sure to become an unparalleled figure in the future."

Ollivander looked very happy.

Perhaps.

It was the perfect fit between Ian and this wand that proved his attempt back then had not failed; it was a wand that could be used normally and was perfectly suited to the wizard.

"Thank you for your blessings. I also hope that I can achieve great things when I grow up."

Ian was very satisfied with his wand.

Can't put it down.

"This is not a blessing, Mr. Prince; this is the destiny revealed by the wand. I chose a unicorn's tail hair for the core of this wand because I wanted to prove myself."

"Such a combination defies common sense and goes against the rules of wand making." Ollivander was quite old, but his gaze toward Ian was now incredibly intense.

It's full of a kind of youthful energy that perhaps only young people possess?

It was truly difficult for the puzzled Ian to describe Ollivander's state of mind at that moment.

"Um?"

Ian tilted his head slightly.

Ollivander, however, was laughing heartily.

"You may not yet understand the characteristics of this wand that will guide you toward the future it foreshadows..." Ollivander may be far more accomplished than Dumbledore in his training as a Riddler.

"I am not capable of revealing the uncertain future to you, but you will certainly overturn and change many things." Ollivander's gaze returned to the wand in Ian's hand.

"Um, the thing I most want to overturn right now is the exorbitant price of wands. Considering it's been gathering dust for so long, could you possibly give me a small discount, sir?"

Ian blinked and began bargaining in a childlike voice.

He thought that with Ollivander's praise and amazement, coupled with his own skillful bargaining techniques, he would definitely be able to get a good price.

however.

"Seven Galleons, that's the rule."

A businessman is a businessman.

When the price was mentioned, Ollivander's previously humble attitude vanished instantly.

"Is it okay if we're just one less Galleon?"

"If I ever become a great person in the future, I will definitely appoint you as the president of the Hogwarts Wand Protection Society, so that you can collect an annual wand usage tax from all the students at Hogwarts."

Ian, with the most innocent and naive face, drew the most shameless pie in the sky.

"..."

Even the well-informed Ollivander was stumped.

"Seven Galleons, that's the Ministry of Magic's rule."

Ollivander reluctantly rejected Ian's offer of capital.

"The Ministry of Magic has such a regulation?"

Ian felt that Ollivander was definitely trying to fool him.

It's like the so-called guidance of fate.

They couldn't bear to part with even a single Galleon.

You said I would become an unparalleled great man?

"Yes, that's right. Actually, this is already a discounted price for a young wizard. If you want to buy a second wand, even if Dumbledore came, he would have to give me twenty Galleons."

Ollivander perfectly demonstrated what it means to be mercenary.

"What if Dumbledore promised you that you could collect a wand usage tax every year?" Ian looked up curiously and asked with a novel idea.

"Well..."

did not expect.

Ollivander actually started to consider it, and he was genuinely tempted.

Ok!

understood!

As expected, my voice carries little weight!

All this talk about destiny is utter bullshit!

Ian inwardly scoffed, then obediently started pulling out his money. Snape had only given him seven Galleons, and despite his best efforts, he couldn't keep a single Bronze Knut.

Wishing you a pleasant academic journey.

After receiving the money, Ollivander's face regained its smile, and he bowed slightly as he watched Ian leave his little shop.

"Ding-dong~"

Just as Ian opened the door and went out...

A little girl and her parents were just about to push open the door.

"Get out of the way, kid."

An elderly woman with a weathered face and a touch of aristocratic air, wearing a tilted top hat and a thin veil over her face, stood outside and gave orders to Ian in a condescending tone.

I don't want to cause trouble.

Ian quickly stepped aside.

but.

He also took the opportunity to release his grip on the doorknob.

The old woman had no choice but to push the door open again and walk in with the little girl with platinum blonde hair beside her. She didn't even glance at Ian standing next to her.

The little girl stared at Ian for a long time, perhaps dissatisfied with his little actions. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking from her appearance alone.

"With faces as dead as Professor Snape's, this mother and daughter are probably not a perfect match for the old Batman," Ian thought to himself, his gaze lingering only on the little girl's delicate face for a moment.

A high nose bridge.

Distinct cheekbones.

There are also slightly thin and very symmetrical lips.

Even among the many handsome men and beautiful women of the Germanic people, this little girl's appearance was absolutely outstanding, but that was not what attracted Ian's attention.

He noticed the little girl's eyes, which had completely different eye colors, one blue and the other white. This heterochromia was even rarer than her exquisite beauty.

"A pure-blooded noble, huh...?"

Ian didn't look at it much.

After the two people came in.

He only glanced at it a couple of times out of curiosity, then walked back forward, opened the door, and went out.

When the gate automatically springs back.

The sounds inside the room could be heard very clearly.

"Ms. Rozier, it's been a long time. I didn't expect you to come to London."

"You've also brought a little wizard... Let me see, my God... By Merlin, she is... Yes, yes, I can't cause you any unnecessary trouble."

"I never expected... that this family would still have descendants who have inherited such extraordinary talent. I believe she is destined for great achievements."

Both the tone and the voice were very familiar.

Good guy!

Praise everyone you meet!

Whoever comes will be extraordinary and glorious.

This is now absolutely confirmed that Celia is from the Wizarding World!