Hogwarts: I can infinitely load entries!

Not long after, the two arrived in front of a quaint and ancient-looking shop.

It was small and run-down.

The golden lettering on the sign above the door was peeling off.

The sign read:

Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.

Yes, this was the place!

When buying a wand in Diagon Alley, you had to come here.

Ollivanders—the finest wandmaker in all of Britain.

Most Hogwarts students had wands crafted by his hand.

Standing before such a renowned shop, Devero couldn't help but feel a bit excited.

He followed Snape into the store.

[Secret Realm—Diagon Alley Exploration Progress: 35.1%]

Devero raised an eyebrow.

This was the most generous exploration progress increase he'd seen from any shop he'd entered in Diagon Alley.

It seemed there was a wealth of information to uncover here!

As soon as they stepped inside, a soft jingling of bells came from somewhere in the back of the shop.

The store was small.

Aside from a long bench, there was nothing else to see.

Snape instructed Devero to sit on the bench and wait,

while he remained standing.

Devero looked around curiously.

Stacks of long, narrow boxes nearly touched the ceiling.

If Snape weren't standing nearby,

he might have climbed up to rummage through them himself.

Suddenly, there was the sound of wood creaking and pulleys turning.

An old man with coin-sized eyes appeared before them.

"Good morning, gentlemen," he said in a soft voice.

"Good morning, Mr. Ollivander,"

Devero stood up from the bench and greeted him.

[Name: Garrick Ollivander]

[Age: 61]

[Spell Repository: ...]

[Traits: Magical Aptitude (Blue), Innate Wandmaker (Gold)]

[Innate Wandmaker (Gold): Born to craft wands, Ollivander possesses a natural wandmaking heritage and will create lifelong companions for countless wizards.]

Devero wasn't surprised at all that Ollivander possessed a gold-tier trait.

After all, wandmaking had been passed down through his family for generations.

In the original story, nearly every Hogwarts student had a wand made by him.

Truly remarkable.

Without hesitation, Devero wanted to load both of Ollivander's traits!

Unfortunately, he could only copy the blue-tier trait; the gold-tier one was still on cooldown.

But as Ollivander appeared before Devero,

he suddenly felt as if he could sense countless voices full of spiritual energy whispering throughout the shop.

"Hmm, a new face. I suppose your family has never purchased a wand from me before?"

Before Devero could listen more closely,

Ollivander stepped forward and spoke to them.

Those large eyes of his fixed on Devero, unblinking,

making him feel uneasy.

"This is Devero Alexander," Snape said in his deep voice. "His mother is French, and his father is Chinese, so no, he hasn't bought a wand here before."

Ollivander tilted his head upward and immediately recognized Snape.

"Severus! Severus Snape! It feels like only yesterday I sold you your wand. Birch wood, thirteen and a half inches, wasn't it?"

"It was," Snape replied in his usual gloomy tone,

as if meeting Ollivander made him uncomfortable.

Then again, Devero suspected Snape was rarely comfortable around anyone.

"Hmm. Throughout Europe, young birch branches have long been used to ward off evil spirits, especially in ceremonies where they dispel ancient ghosts. Birch wands are both sacred and beautiful," Ollivander explained,

seemingly oblivious to Snape's dark expression.

Snape's face grew even grimmer, and he turned abruptly, pushing the door open to leave the shop.

Devero was left standing beside the bench, unsure what to do.

Ollivander, after delivering his long-winded explanation, gave a faint smile.

"I've always believed that a wizard's character is reflected in the wand they choose—or rather, the wand that chooses the wizard."

His gaze shifted to Devero.

"Now then, Mr. Alexander, which hand do you usually use?"

Several measuring tapes floated into the air as he spoke.

"My right hand," Devero answered.

"Good. Don't worry—just cooperate with them."

The measuring tapes darted quickly around Devero's body, taking his measurements.

Throughout the process, Ollivander nodded repeatedly,

scribbling notes in a small notebook before disappearing into the towering stacks of boxes.

After some rummaging, he retrieved a box and took out a wand.

"Here, this one should suit you—oak wood with a dragon heartstring core, eleven inches, very sturdy."

The moment Devero laid eyes on the wand, he had a strange intuition.

It felt too heavy for him.

He took it and gave it a casual wave.

A spark shot out, shattering a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Devero immediately felt a sense of imbalance.

It was as if the right side of his body had suddenly grown heavier.

"No, no, no. It's powerful but not balanced!"

Ollivander quickly retrieved the wand.

He searched the boxes again and pulled out another wand.

"Try this—cherry wood with water serpent nerve, eight and a quarter inches, more flexible."

This time, before Devero could even touch it,

he felt that it might be too light.

Apparently, Ollivander thought the same,

because he withdrew it before Devero could even try it out.

After testing several wands in a row, none seemed to fit.

"This won't do, this won't do," Ollivander muttered to himself,

"How peculiar... Such a picky customer."

Murmuring, he walked to the farthest corner of the shop.

"What... too excellent for the others? Hmm, perhaps only this one will do. French lineage... Chinese lineage..."

He opened an ancient wooden box and pulled out a wand.

The wand had a fine, even grain with a faint purple sheen on its surface.

Its design was sleek and elegant, with the handle slightly thicker for a comfortable grip.

The moment Devero saw it, he felt drawn to it.

Even though he had no training in wandmaking,

he instinctively knew this wand was made for him.

"Purple sandalwood," Ollivander explained. "Originally, I intended to pair it with unicorn hair, but somehow, it became a wand all on its own. Remarkable. Though it's very selective, I believe it may suit you."

Devero took the wand.

Immediately, it felt like an extension of his own body!

The disjointed sensation he'd felt with the previous wands vanished completely.

Now, as he held this wand,

he felt lighter,

as if his body had grown stronger.

He gave it a casual wave.

The entire shop seemed to tremble slightly.

An idea came to Devero's mind.

"Reparo!"

With his first-ever spell, Devero pointed the wand at the shattered glass on the floor.

The fragments flew into the air, seamlessly piecing themselves back together into the chandelier.

The miraculous scene left Ollivander dumbfounded.

Even a few passersby outside the shop stopped in their tracks to watch.

After all, it wasn't every day that an eleven-year-old boy performed such a flawless Repairing Charm on his first try.

"By Merlin's beard! What did I just witness?" Ollivander exclaimed.

"This wand only accepts exceptionally talented masters—those gifted in multiple fields, no less. It seems, Mr. Alexander, your future has earned this wand's recognition."

After his initial shock, Ollivander regained his composure and addressed Devero.

Devero, too, was stunned.

It had to be said—this wand had good taste.

After all, Devero was a double prodigy in both magic and potion-making—a rising star in the wizarding world.

It made sense for such a wand to suit him.

Yet despite his composed demeanor, Devero couldn't hide his excitement.

This was his first time successfully casting a spell.

And according to his system panel,

he was only at a beginner level for this spell.

Could it be that this wand provided an additional boost?

Enhancing his casting success rate?

The thought filled him with an overwhelming desire to test every spell in his textbook.

But he held himself back—it wasn't the right time.

"Sorry for the mess earlier, Mr. Ollivander," Devero said, suppressing his excitement. "How much is this wand...?"

As he glanced around,

Devero realized Snape was no longer waiting outside the shop.

Could it be? Would he have to awkwardly run out to find Snape and ask him to pay?

The idea made him cringe inside.

But before he could dwell on it, Ollivander smiled.

"No need to worry, Mr. Alexander. Professor Snape has already paid for it. I saw him heading left; you can catch up to him over there."