When Dumbledore saw him, his eyes flickered beneath his half-moon glasses, and he hesitated to speak.
But in the end, he decided to remain silent.
Sure enough, Ollivander looked at Aaron with his pale, colorless eyes:
"I remember the whereabouts of every wand, Mr. Aaron. Two feathers from the same phoenix tail were used to make this wand."
"And the other one, in... Never mind, I suppose you don't know."
"I was going to leave it with that boy."
Aaron looked at the wand Ollivander handed him, thinking it wouldn't be dormant this time, would it?
After all, the wand Harry had been using in the original book was the same one Voldemort's had been using.
But when he held it tightly, as he expected, the magical sensation he imagined didn't appear.
In other words, it was exactly the same as before. Seeing this, Dumbledore and Ollivander looked at each other, and both saw confusion in their eyes! There was even a moment when Dumbledore wondered if he'd made a mistake.
Had he brought a Muggle into the wizarding world?
However, that's impossible, and the Book of Admissions won't be mistaken!
The truth is, it can now finally be confirmed that there are some unexplained problems with this little boy.
It's not a problem with the wand.
Ollivander, as expected, considered this problem and breathed a sigh of relief.
Aaron waved his wand, trying to inject magic into it, and shouted somewhere, "Acciosmt (Flying Charm)."
Except for the slight trembling of the wand in his palm, nothing happened.
At that moment, Aaron's face went black!
"I can't believe it!" Aaron rolled up his sleeves, gripped the wand tightly, and decided to be rough.
Before, he'd pushed it slowly, trying to control it, very gently.
But now he changed his strategy. Perhaps these wands prefer him to be more savage?
Before, Aaron had simply injected magical power into them casually, seeking feedback, but now, he was directly pushing out the maximum power!
With one foot on the stool, he held the wrist holding the wand with one hand, unleashing all the magical power in his body!
The force was so great that his pale face flushed.
Ollivander saw this scene and shook his head in disappointment. A talented child doesn't even need to deliberately control the wand.
The wand will move on its own to control whoever uses it.
On the contrary, no matter how hard you try, it's difficult for the wand to be recognized, and rough use will only waste your strength.
But the old wand is an exception. This is a wand of power above all else, and it can do whatever witches want!
Ollivander deeply despises this frivolous wand!
He believes the wand has life and dignity, coexisting with wizards. At first, he was very excited by the arrival of this little girl. Could it be possible for an ordinary little wizard to be guided by Dumbledore?
Ollivander's wandshop has been famous for making wands for Dumbledore since his grandfather's generation.
Later, he also made his mark on the wandmaking industry many years ago, having sold a wand to a (…) wizard.
To this day, no one is more eager than Ollivander himself to create a new genius, a legendary wizard, using the wand he made with his own hands.
He is old and does not have many days left to wait.
Today, Dumbledore brought him hope, but also disappointment. Noticing Ollivander's resentful look, Dumbledore remained silent; he didn't know what to say.
This child has instilled a sense of evil in him from the beginning.
I hope that's not true.
Seeing Aaron's reddened face, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, Ollivander couldn't help but lean closer and remind him, "Boy, sometimes a wand's disapproval doesn't depend on..."
Bang! He didn't finish his words, only to see the wand in Aaron's hand explode!
Chaotic magic shot into the sky, tearing a hole in Ollivander's wand shop. The shockwave threw Ollivander, who was standing next to him, straight into the shelf.
Suddenly, a stack of long boxes buried him.
Dumbledore was far away, but the magical wave knocked him back half a step.
"That boy has such powerful magic!" Dumbledore's face showed a strange look of surprise.
Aaron, who was closest to him, felt like he was simply using his magic to the fullest, and then he heard a bang.
Then he flew.
"Shit, the wand exploded!" Aaron cursed in the air.
Then he crashed into the shelf on the other side, and the scattered boxes buried him inside.
At that moment, there was not a single shelf standing in Ollivander's Wand Shop.
After a brief silence in the shop,
"Clang!"
A hand suddenly extended from under a stack of long boxes, and Aaron stepped out.
The first thing he did upon getting up was check his body for any missing parts.
He checked him from head to toe, even pulling down his pants."Fortunately, fortunately." He patted his chest with relief:"Fortunately, they are all here."
But when he looked into Ollivander's, he was stunned.
Ollivander's shop looked like it was sold out at zero dollar prices. Thousands of narrow boxes were piled up on the ground in a mess. Dumbledore stood at the door, looking dusty.
And just at this moment, a pile of dust fell from above and sprinkled on Dumbledore's face.
Aaron tried not to laugh out loud, because he did all this.
Pretending not to notice Dumbledore's resentful look, he looked elsewhere.
After looking around, he didn't see Mr. Ollivander.
""Where's Mr. Ollivander?"
Aaron asked in confusion, dusting himself off.
"I'm here!"
Swish!
Mr. Ollivander jumped out from under another pile of pits, staring at Aaron with a fanatical look on his face.