Kyle knew he needed a wand, so he pushed open the door to Ollivanders and stepped inside. Diana and Chris chose not to accompany him, possibly thinking that selecting a wand would take some time. They headed to Gringotts while Kyle went to Ollivanders.
The inside of the shop was much better than its exterior. Though the space was still old and cluttered, it was relatively clean. As a bell chimed softly, a gray-haired, bearded head appeared behind the counter.
"Good afternoon, young man," Ollivander greeted him with a curious expression. "Are you here alone?"
"Yes," Kyle replied, puzzled. "Is there a problem?"
Ollivander shook his head, though a hint of disappointment crossed his face. "No, not at all."
Kyle found it odd—why would a shopkeeper be disappointed about having a customer? He brushed off the thought, attributing it to his imagination.
"Well then, young wizard," Ollivander stepped out from behind the counter. "Can you tell me your name?"
"Kyle, Kyle Chopper," he replied quickly.
"Chopper..." Ollivander seemed taken aback. "Then Mr. Chris is...?"
"My father," Kyle answered.
"Ah, of course..." Ollivander glanced out the store's window but quickly turned his attention back to Kyle. "The surname Chopper isn't common in the British wizarding world."
Kyle couldn't ignore the clear disappointment in Ollivander's expression when he mentioned his father's name. The old wandmaker muttered to himself, mentioning something like "Yanagi" or "Tochigi," but his voice was too soft for Kyle to hear clearly. Yet Kyle didn't dwell on it; his mind was focused on getting his own wand.
Confident in what would happen next, Kyle stretched out his arm for Ollivander to measure his height and arm length, knowing that the next part—testing various wands—could take some time.
However, Ollivander surprised him.
"No need for that, my boy," Ollivander said, brushing aside the usual process.
Without measuring or gathering any other details, Ollivander quickly retrieved a box from a prominent shelf, opened it, and handed the wand to Kyle.
His actions were swift and sure, leaving Kyle baffled.
"What are you waiting for? Go on, give it a try!" Ollivander encouraged.
"Uh... okay." Kyle snapped out of his confusion and picked up the wand. It had a sleek, gray-black finish with a smooth surface, lacking any ornate patterns or embellishments—simple, but elegant.
Before Kyle could do anything, a white glow emanated from the wand's tip, illuminating the entire shop. It felt as if a skylight had opened up in the otherwise dark space.
"Excellent, just excellent," Ollivander said, clearly excited. He explained, "Thirteen and a half inches, cedar wood, with a phoenix feather core. This is quite a remarkable combination."
"A remarkable combination?" Kyle asked, puzzled.
"Yes, indeed," Ollivander replied. "Cedar wands usually select wizards who are wise and perceptive. They are calm, deliberate, and their decisions are always well thought out. As my father used to say, 'You can never deceive a person wielding a cedar wand.' I believe that."
He continued, "Typically, those with cedar wands prefer the stability of unicorn hair cores, but phoenix feathers are more dynamic and unpredictable. Out of the thirty-six cedar wands I've sold, thirty had unicorn tail hairs, five had dragon heartstrings, and only one other had a phoenix feather core."
Ollivander gestured toward Kyle, smiling. "And now, there's you."
"Then why did you make this wand if the materials don't match well?" Kyle inquired.
"The wand chooses the wizard, my boy," Ollivander explained. "Every wand, once crafted, awaits its destined owner, just like the ones you see here." He gestured to the countless wand boxes stacked behind him. "These wands are simply waiting for the right wizard to come along."
Ollivander paused before adding, "Your wand, with its contrasting materials, can function perfectly when matched with the right wizard, which is what makes wandlore so fascinating. Your father Chris tried this wand, and your mother Diana too, but neither was quite right. Since the day you were born, I've been waiting for this moment. And here you are—it's perfect, isn't it?"
Kyle nodded, feeling a sense of deep connection with the wand in his hand. The way it felt—like an extension of his own arm—was mesmerizing. He knew this was the right wand for him.
"That will be seven Galleons," Ollivander said with a broad smile.
"Okay." Kyle handed over the seven gold coins he had prepared. This price was typical for a new student's first wand, a special rate in the wizarding world.
After paying, Kyle bowed slightly and left the shop. As he exited, Ollivander turned his attention to another young wizard who had just entered with an adult accompanying him.
"Ah, welcome back, Mr. Thomas—eleven inches, hawthorn wood..."
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