After a whole night without any clue, Dumbledore finally gave up thinking.
Anyway, Ranni was going to Hogwarts. He decided he could just observe slowly once she arrived.
So, he personally wrote an admission letter and sent it out via owl.
At the breakfast table in the Granger household, the letter soon arrived.
By now Hermione had already recovered her usual liveliness.
She was chatting with Arthur about all sorts of magical topics, while Ranni barely got a word in. After all, she hadn't yet touched the magic of this world.
Of course, she was aloof to begin with, never much of a talker. She simply sat there quietly eating her breakfast, then asked Arthur for another serving after finishing.
Thanks to her divine body, no matter how much she ate she could digest it instantly—and never gain weight.
Last night she had heard her lord say that in this world there were thousands upon thousands of delicacies, more numerous than the stars in the sky.
Well, what more was there to say? Eat to her heart's content.
To enjoy food while also replenishing her strength—she had already fallen in love with the feeling.
After receiving the letter, the Granger family decided that since they were free today, they would all head to Diagon Alley together for shopping.
The main reason was to buy Ranni's school supplies.
Of course, they also needed the second-year textbooks for the other three.
Though Arthur's "iPad" had already stored a massive number of books, he declared with wealthy arrogance that he would buy physical copies anyway—just for the collection.
Besides, this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had changed again.
And this new professor had his own requirements—he demanded they buy Gilderoy Lockhart's books.
Naturally, since those were the books he himself had written.
Though they were nothing more than impractical travelogues, he didn't care. His real purpose in coming to Hogwarts was simply to build his reputation.
As for this fraud who had mastered the Memory Charm to perfection, Arthur didn't hold any special opinion.
Being able to coax others into sharing their adventurous tales, then erase their memories and turn those stories into his own—that was still a skill.
At the very least, he had real talent in writing. Not everyone could polish travel and adventure anecdotes into bestselling books.
Unfortunately, his biggest mistake was choosing to serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
That position was cursed by Voldemort—no one had ever lasted a full year.
Merlin knew how many professors Dumbledore had already changed over the years, and how many of them had safely stepped down.
Take Quirrell from last term—he was now nothing but a pile of ashes.
After the five of them finished buying their various supplies, Arthur decided to take Ranni for a wand.
Though he had a heap of wands stuffed away in his system space, those were unconventional compared to the wizarding world's standards.
He planned to get Ranni a proper one for her everyday spellcasting.
As for the real battle, Ranni already had the Carian Regal Scepter—a gift from Arthur the night before.
In the Elden Ring, there were several powerful staves fit for sorcerers. For example, the Lusat's Glintstone Staff he was using now, a formidable wand he had found in Sellia, Town of Sorcery in Caelid.
Of course, Arthur doubted anyone in this world could ever force Ranni, a demigod, to unleash her full strength.
Giving her the Carian Scepter was simply returning it to its rightful owner—it belonged to the Carian royal family in the first place.
As a gift in return, Ranni had given him the Dark Moon Greatsword.
It was said that every Carian queen gifted her consort a greatsword of the moon.
Ranni's symbol was the cold, dark full moon, so her sword was called the Dark Moon Greatsword.
Understanding its meaning, Arthur spent the entire day in blissful spirits.
Whatever Ranni wanted, he waved his hand generously and bought it outright.
But at Ollivander's Wand Shop, a small incident occurred.
Ranni's magical power was simply too strong—ordinary wands couldn't withstand it at all.
She had already broken more than ten wands.
Yet Ollivander was a stubborn old man. He always insisted that the wand chose the wizard.
Over so many years, every wizard had found a wand that suited them in his shop.
He swore he would find one for Ranni as well.
Half an hour later, he regretted it.
His shop now had fifty more broken wands.
Arthur watched with great amusement.
He couldn't help thinking—would this old man get angry and demand compensation for the losses?
Not that money was an issue. Even if each wand was seven Galleons, that was still less than four hundred.
But he could see that Ranni was already getting impatient.
These wands weren't even as sturdy as an astrologer's starter staff. She had no interest in wasting more time here.
Sensing her thoughts, Arthur stepped forward and interrupted Ollivander, who was still rummaging for wands.
"Mr. Ollivander, do you accept custom wand orders?"
"Oh! Child, I've said it countless times—the wand chooses the wiz—… wait, what kind of material did you want?"
Ollivander had been about to impatiently refuse, but then his eyes landed on the golden branch in Arthur's hand.
It was unlike any material he had ever seen—more wondrous even than the millennia-old woods he had handled before.
"Please, let me make a wand out of that!" Ollivander's eyes locked onto the branch, unblinking.
"You may—but the core must be crafted from the rarest feather of a Moon-Beast," Arthur added calmly.
For the Moon-Beast carried a tuft of feathers capable of absorbing moonlight—perfect for Ranni.
Though Ranni didn't know what a Moon-Beast was, the name alone told her it was tied to the moon.
Her heart rippled with quiet emotion. She silently walked to Arthur's side and took his hand.
Hermione, watching from the side, puffed out her cheeks in jealousy.
"No problem. The feather of a Moon-Beast isn't so… precious. Are you sure you want to use such a common material?" Ollivander asked reluctantly.
He wanted to craft the very finest wand—he didn't wish to use something so ordinary.
"No need. What's suitable is always the best, isn't it?" Arthur refused gently.
His words stunned Ollivander for a moment. Then the old man nodded firmly.
"Yes, child. You've reminded me—suitability matters more than rarity. As thanks, I'll craft this wand for free."
Knowing the old man's temper, Arthur didn't argue. He simply placed four hundred Galleons on the counter.
"Thank you for your kindness. Consider this compensation for the broken wands."
Since he wasn't short on money, there was no point in haggling.
Ollivander didn't refuse either. He knew full well this was essentially payment for the custom wand.
Those dozens of shattered wands were mass-produced stock, hardly worth much anyway.
With that, Arthur and his companions had finished their business in Diagon Alley.
Before leaving, Arthur stopped by the large bookstore next to the Leaky Cauldron.
He bought a massive stack of books on world history.
Ranni's eyes shone when she saw them.
To understand a world, the best place to start was always its history.
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