Although he knew that the more wands you had, the better, because then your magical power would be dispersed rather than condensed, he just wanted to try it.
At the same time, he silently said to a world in his heart:
"See?"
"When you practice spells with chopsticks."
"I'm almost at a proper wand!"
"Boy, raise your arms." Ollivander came running back from the shelf, his pale eyes full of excitement, looking at Aaron like a work of art.
Before, he used to measure with a wizard's ruler, but today he did it himself.
From shoulder to fingertip, from wrist to elbow, from shoulder to floor, from knee to armpit, and finally, he measured the circumference of his head.
Aaron felt his labored breathing caress his hair.
It was fair to say that Ollivander's obsession with wand law even surpassed the concept of right and wrong.
He was filled with enthusiasm for finding wands suitable for powerful wizards.
And he was also the first to propose infusing the core material with extremely powerful magic into selected wandwood.
Thus, the finest wands in the wizarding world were created.
Surpassing the other two great wandmaking families.
"Relax, boy. Ollivander's has all the wands you want." He murmured and began searching the shelves. "Look, this one's made of ash, lime, shell, and bone, with a mother-of-pearl core."
Ollivander opened a box and took out a wand to show off to Aaron. "You'll never guess where the other one is."
He waved the wand in front of Aaron, who thought it was for him and reached out to take it.
Unexpectedly, Ollivander snatched the wand back and put it back in the box.
"Didn't you guess? It's Newt Scamander. He's very famous. It doesn't matter if you don't know him. You'll get to know him."
Aaron: "…"
As if seeing Aaron's frustration, Ollivander smiled and said, "This one doesn't suit you."
Then he took out another: "Chestnut, dragon nerve, nine inches, try this one." Aaron eagerly took the wand, but under the expectant gaze of Dumbledore and Ollivander, there was no reaction…
"This shouldn't be like this!"
Aaron waved his wand, trying to inject some magical power and cast a Purifying Charm.
But the wand trembled slightly in his palm, and there was no reaction at all, like an exquisite figurine.
"No way, mate, your shop sells substandard goods!"
For a moment, Aaron looked at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore looked at Ollivander.
Ollivander spread his hands, indicating that this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
Normally, even if the wizard and wand are extremely incompatible, they can still exert a small effect.
It's just that the power to cast spells with an incompatible wand will be very unstable.
But like Aaron, there's no reaction at all, which is extremely rare.
"No! I've never encountered that before. Don't give me that look! Ollivander never sells substandard products!" Olivander bridled slightly at the inquisitive looks they both gave him.
He snatched the wand from Aaron's grasp and went back to searching the shelf, saying, "Boy, concentrate. It's the wand that chooses you, not you choosing the wand."
He quickly pulled a long, dusty box from the shelf, opened it, and handed it to Aaron:
"Maple, 18 centimeters, with a phoenix feather, very flexible."
"Try this."
Aaron looked at the wand in front of him suspiciously, his heart pounding. There shouldn't be any problems, right?
"That's your look!" Ollivander said in a deep voice.
Aaron smiled awkwardly and took the wand.
He still didn't react, didn't feel even the slightest reaction.
In legend, there was no harmony between wizards and wands, nor repulsion.
He felt as if he were holding a piece of wood with a very pleasant texture.
"Is it because he's a time traveler?"
"Is it causing my magic to be incompatible with this world?"
"This shouldn't be so. I think other time travelers can do it!" Aaron doubted his life. Just now, he was laughing at the children of a certain world who could only wield chopsticks. Is retribution coming so quickly?
He wasn't about to give up. He poured magical power into it and tried to cast a Purifying Charm.
But just like before, the wand in his hand seemed like a dead object. As he poured the magical power into it, it moved very slowly, and there was no reaction.
No, the wand trembled slightly in his hand as he poured the magical power into it.
Aaron thought it was because of the force with which he poured the magical power.
"Please give me a reaction! How can I be interested like this?"
"It would be great if it moved a little!" Aaron cried helplessly.
"Confirmed!
It's not a failure, I'm just really lucky. I tried it twice in a row, and both times were broken." Aaron looked expectantly into Ollivander's large, clear eyes, cleared his throat, and said, "How about swapping in some new ones for me to try?"
"You know, those old stuff will always break down after being stored for a long time."
Olivander snorted and snatched the wand:"Olivander doesn't have defective stuff!"
Then, I have tried many more.
So many that he couldn't count them. In the end, Aaron felt like a scumbag.
He changed wands so fast that he didn't even have time to pull up his pants.
"No, it's useless, change a batch"
"Do not use, change a batch"
"Change a batch"
"
By the end he was numb, his arms were sore from trying, and the pile of boxes next to him had grown as tall as Hagrid.
"Try this one, willow, dragon nerve, ten and a quarter inches…"
"Cypress, unicorn hair, 10 and a quarter inches…"
"Hawthorn wood, unicorn hair, ten inches…"
After trying all of them, without exception, there was no reaction, not even a little bit of magic power.
Ollivander looked at the wands piled on the ground, hugged his knees and fell into deep thought. Dumbledore frowned. This was indeed very strange. It was impossible for a wizard to have no reaction after trying so many things. It was not that he had not suspected Aaron's problem. After all, Ollivander's Wand Shop had never had any quality problems.
But not long ago, the kid had clearly cast the Spell without to wand.
Could it really be a problem with the wand?
He looked at Ollivander: "Ahem, maybe there is indeed some problem with the wand. Is it because of the damp weather? Or too much dust?"
Ollivander could not stand others saying that there was a problem with his wand, even to Dumbledore:
"I say it again, there are no inferior products in Ollivander's!" He stood up and walked towards the innermost shelf.
Soon he came back with an exquisite long box in his arms, which was different from the rouge and powder before.
This is definitely a glamorous… good product!
"Try this." Mr. Ollivander's light eyes were full of confidence. He opened the box and took out the wand: "13 and a half inches long, yew wood, phoenix tail feathers."
Seeing this familiar wand, Aaron almost blurted out "F*ck!"