Silver light interlaced for a moment.
Finally, it slowly returned to the magic wand.
Only a trace of silver shimmered, gradually fading.
"I never imagined it would truly wait for its master. By Merlin, I am clearly witnessing the beginning of history, and you are destined to achieve greatness that will be recorded in the annals." Olivander's clouded eyes gazed at Ian, his hunched figure bending even more.
It was as if he was slightly bowing.
"Is this the Elder Wand?"
Ian looked down at the wand, which seemed to resonate with him. Whether this was a characteristic of the Elder Wand or not, he felt his magic power was unusually active and surging.
"Elder wood is the rarest wand wood, more difficult to master than any other wand, and few would choose to use it because it only chooses a master with a special destiny."
"Every owner of an Elder Wand is destined to stand out in the torrent of history… so, in the future, you are bound to become a remarkable figure."
Olivander appeared extremely pleased.
Perhaps.
The compatibility between Ian and the wand proved that his earlier attempt was not in vain. This was a wand that could be used normally and was vastly compatible with the wizard.
"Thank you for your blessing. I also hope to achieve something great when I grow up."
Ian was very satisfied with his wand.
He couldn't put it down.
"This is not a blessing, Mr. Prince, this is the destiny revealed by the wand. Back then, to prove myself, I even chose a unicorn tail hair for this wand's core."
"Such a combination defies common sense and completely goes against the rules of wand making." Though Olivander was quite old, his gaze upon Ian was filled with an intense enthusiasm.
It was full of a kind of vitality that perhaps only young people possess…
It was difficult for the puzzled Ian to describe Olivander's state at this moment.
"Hmm?"
Ian tilted his head slightly.
Olivander smiled happily.
"Perhaps you cannot understand now, but the characteristics of this wand will guide you to the future it promises…" Olivander might be far superior to Dumbledore in riddles.
"I have no ability to reveal the elusive future to you, but you will definitely overturn and change many things." Olivander's gaze returned to the wand in Ian's hand.
"Uh, the thing I most want to overturn now is the high price of wands. Given that it's been gathering dust for so long, can you give me a little discount, sir?"
Ian blinked, beginning to bargain with an innocent voice.
He thought that with Olivander's praise and astonishment, in addition to his own deft bargaining skills, he would surely get a fair price.
However.
"Seven Golden Galleons, that's the rule."
A businessman is just a businessman.
When talking about the price, Olivander's previous humble attitude vanished instantly.
"How about one less Galleon?"
"If I really do become a big shot in the future, I will surely make you the president of the Hogwarts Wand Protection Society, allowing you to levy an annual wand usage tax from all Hogwarts students."
Ian, with the most straightforward and innocent face, drew the most shameless big picture.
"..."
Even the well-traveled Olivander was left momentarily speechless.
"Seven Golden Galleons, that's the Ministry of Magic's regulation."
Olivander refused Ian's capital-based proposal, quite helplessly.
"The Ministry of Magic has such regulations?"
Ian felt that Olivander was surely trying to fool him.
Just like the so-called guidance of fate.
Not willing to part with even a single Galleon.
You say I will become a remarkable figure?
"Yes, that's correct. In fact, this is already the discount price for little wizards. Even if Dumbledore came to buy a second wand, he would have to give me twenty Golden Galleons."
Olivander fully demonstrated what it means to recognize money, not people.
"What if Dumbledore promised you that you could levy a wand usage tax every year?" Ian curiously looked up and asked with a novel idea.
"Well, that…"
Unexpectedly.
Olivander actually thought about it with some interest.
Alright!
Got it!
Turns out being unknown really does make you silent!
All this destined business is absolute nonsense!
Ian grumbled inwardly, pursing his lips as he began to obediently take out the money. Snape had only given him seven Golden Galleons, and he was left without even a single copper Knut despite all his efforts.
"Wish you pleasant studies."
With a smile back on his face after receiving the money, Olivander slightly bowed and saw Ian out of his little shop.
"Ding dong~"
Just as Ian stepped out of the door.
A little girl and her parent happened to be about to enter.
"Move aside, boy."
With an old, somewhat noble face, the old woman, wearing a tilted hat and a thin veil on her face, instructed Ian in a condescending tone from outside.
Not wanting to cause trouble.
Ian quickly stepped to the side.
However.
He also let go of the door handle.
The old woman had to push the door open again herself, bringing along the platinum-haired girl beside her without even sparing a glance at Ian.
On the contrary, the little girl stared at Ian for a while, whether dissatisfied with Ian's little action just now, it was impossible to discern any inner thoughts of the little girl from her expression alone.
"Just like Professor Snape with that dead fish face, this mother and daughter are a match made in heaven with the Old Bat." Ian thought to himself, his gaze lingering on the little girl's exquisite face for a moment.
High-bridged nose.
Distinct cheekbones.
And slightly thin yet very symmetrical lips.
Even among the handsome and beautiful Germanic people, this little girl's appearance was absolutely considered extremely outstanding, but what caught Ian's eye wasn't this aspect.
He noticed the girl's eyes, with distinctly different colors in her pupils, one blue, one white, more rare than the perfectly beautiful exterior—heterochromatic eyes.
"Pure-blood Nobility, huh…"
Ian didn't linger long on them.
After they entered.
He only curiously glanced a couple of times before opening the door and leaving.
As the door swung shut automatically.
The sounds inside were very clear to hear.
"Lady Rozier, it's been a while, I didn't expect to see you in London."
"You brought a little wizard with you… Let me see, oh my… By Merlin, she is… Yes, yes, I wouldn't want to cause you any unnecessary trouble."
"I never thought… this family would still have descendants, inheriting such extraordinary talent. I believe she is destined for exceptionally great achievements."
The tone and the voice were very familiar.
Oh, come on!
Praising everyone he meets!
Is everyone remarkable and brilliant?
The Wizarding World's Selia is absolutely confirmed now!