HOGWARTS - HARRY

"Many wizards have died while trying to explore new magic. Little wizard, you don't want to die before your family at such a young age, do you?"

Ollivander stared at Dylan with burning eyes.

Dylan blinked.

In fact, he felt that if he truly wanted to research new spells, nothing would go wrong. This confidence stemmed from his deep understanding of the three Unforgivable Curses.

The Unforgivable Curses were highly offensive spells filled with dark magic, but Dylan had complete control over them. If even these dangerous spells were manageable for him, could any spell be more perilous? Perhaps—but certainly not many.

"I understand, sir. Thank you for your warning," Dylan nodded.

Although he believed that studying new spells might not be as dangerous as Ollivander suggested, he decided to hold off until he had a more complete understanding of the magical system.

Ollivander's words had stuck with him—magic had its own spirituality.

Uncontrolled magic inevitably turned chaotic. If he lacked the ability to suppress and command it, reckless research could lead to disaster.

"These things aren't even afraid of the three Unforgivable Curses," Dylan thought to himself. "I'd better proceed cautiously."

Ollivander, satisfied with Dylan's response, continued searching for a suitable wand.

"You are really... well, let me think about it. Very courageous. Yes, you are truly a very courageous little wizard," Ollivander remarked, pulling three wand boxes from the shelf. He then walked deeper into the shop, returning with seven more, carefully placing them on the table.

"So, I believe I've figured out what type of wand suits you."

"Let's start with these three." Ollivander pointed to the wand boxes on the far right.

Dylan tried them one by one.

At the same time, Ollivander spoke again. "Little wizard, do you know why I have you test different wands?"

"It's to find the one that best matches me and stabilizes the magic within my body, right?" Dylan replied, pulling out a wand with intricate carvings. He gave it a slight wave, and a small explosion echoed through the shop.

"Oh, very well said!"

Ollivander's eyes lit up with approval. He gently grasped the three wand boxes from the far right.

"Try this one."

"Everything you said is correct. A compatible wand is crucial, but its real significance lies in its ability to control and limit chaotic magic."

Dylan tried two more wands, but neither satisfied Ollivander.

"Sir, please continue," Dylan urged.

"When young wizards are unfamiliar with spellcasting, they often attempt to release magic without restraint," Ollivander explained, handing Dylan another wand. His tone was thoughtful as he glanced at the ceiling.

"If we don't guide that chaotic magic into proper spells, as you just demonstrated, it can lead to disastrous consequences... This one still isn't right for you."

Ollivander handed over a fourth wand.

"So, the main point is that a wand can prevent young wizards from recklessly expelling magic when they don't fully understand how to channel it?" Dylan asked.

"Precisely."

Dylan nodded and waved the wand again—another explosion.

Why did he feel like he was becoming a genius in destruction...?

"No worries. We still have plenty of wands to try," Ollivander reassured him with a smile, handing over another wand.

Dylan grasped it.

At that moment, something changed.

He could feel the magic within him becoming more active, almost as if it recognized the wand.

Magic flowed into the wand effortlessly.

Suddenly, a deep, dark black light emerged from the tip.

The black glow twisted and coiled like eerie tendrils from the depths of the underworld, circling Dylan twice.

A chill ran down his spine.

For a split second, he feared he had accidentally cast an Unforgivable Curse.

However, the black light quickly dissipated. It didn't last long.

Ollivander raised an eyebrow, revealing a toothy grin.

"Haha! Thirteen and a quarter inches, yew wood, thestral tail feather core... It seems that death and power will follow you, little wizard."

"My guess was correct. You're exactly the type of wizard who possesses immense talent but is at risk of straying down a dangerous path."

Dylan: "…"

Wait. Did Ollivander just casually label him as a potential dark wizard?

Dylan wanted to roll his eyes—but he held back.

"This is all because of the Unforgivable Curses! How does knowing them make me extreme?"

He had no interest in becoming some dark overlord. He just wanted to invest in a few stocks and live an easy life in this world!

"It's difficult to find thestral tail feathers nowadays. This wand was one of my earlier works," Ollivander mused, passing Dylan another wand.

"At the time, I was surrounded by strange rumors. The legend of the most powerful wand intrigued me, so I attempted to recreate it."

"The Elder Wand?" Dylan thought.

Ollivander continued, "I created several wands using the strongest tail feathers from different thestrals. But after all these years, none have found a suitable master."

He sighed, shaking his head.

Dylan blinked.

The legendary magic wand?

The Elder Wand?

His eyes flickered with interest, though he kept his expression calm.

"Thestrals? A type of magical creature?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"Oh my, did you pluck a poor thestral bald, sir?"

Ollivander chuckled. "Oh, hahaha! No, of course not."

"When I was younger, I was obsessed with the idea of replicating the legendary wand's power. So, I gathered the strongest tail feathers from each thestral I captured and—well, I used them to craft these wands."

He added with a smirk, "Of course, random killing is forbidden now. Don't get any ideas, little wizard."

Dylan knew that, historically, wizards viewed magical creatures as mere resources.

But over time, due to mass hunting, the wizarding world was forced to adopt sustainable practices.

Few wizards cared for magical creatures as much as Hagrid did.

Dylan sighed internally.

So the wands he had been testing were all imitations of the Elder Wand, created by Ollivander's experiments?

That explained a lot.

Fortunately, none of them had displayed any overwhelming power in his hands.

If they had been crafted from the same thestral tail feathers, he might have seriously considered buying them all—just in case.

(End of Chapter)