Multiverse Selection 3 Harry Potter Auden

Seeing that the clerk was not very comfortable selling the owl, Auden decided to use the universal method of negotiation.

Clank!!

The shop owner's eyes widened as he saw a dozen Galleons suddenly placed on his table.

"Well, exceptions can be made for esteemed customers like young master, I suppose," the shopkeeper replied.

Twenty minutes later...

"Come again," the shopkeeper called as Auden exited the shop with the owl.

With his gift of hearing magical creatures, he was able to select a black great horned owl that seemed more intelligent than the others in the room. The owl, seeing a child choosing him, looked a bit angered and muttered a few profanities that Auden easily understood.

After getting out of the shop, he told the owl the same words back in order. Auden smiled, seeing the shocked expression on the owl's face. Thankfully, the owl quieted down after realizing that the child who chose him was not ordinary. Seeing that the owl had calmed down, Auden decided to name him.

"Can you tell me your strongest aspect?" Auden asked the owl.

"Hoot, hoo."

"Speed, huh? Then I will name you Hermes. It's a simple name, signifying the Greek god of speed—but it will do you well," Auden said, to which the owl nodded.

He then began moving toward Ollivander's shop to buy a wand. This was supposed to be done with a guardian, but he decided to buy the wand beforehand and practice a few spells at home if possible. The chances of his body having different reactions compared to normal bodies were high. But he wouldn't know the clear differences until he practiced himself.

The shop's signboard read: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC.

It made him wonder how they survived the chaotic time before the coming of the era of order created by the Founders.

He entered the shop to find that it was smaller than the other shops he had seen before—empty, except for a chair in the corner. Wands were stacked to the ceiling. A thin layer of dust was present everywhere in the room, though it didn't make the room look shabby; instead, it added a mysterious touch to it.

"Well, what do we have here?" a voice suddenly came from the side, but Auden was not surprised. Even though it might appear silent to others, his hearing allowed him to detect even the subtle shifts of air and the creaking of the wood. Though only when he was focused enough. And knowing Ollivander from the books, he expected such an ambush.

Seeing Auden appear unsurprised, Ollivander let out a slightly disappointed sigh.

"Ah, I don't know whether to be glad that the wizarding world has got a smart, mature new child, or be disappointed that I was unable to surprise you," Ollivander started. "But anyway, my child, welcome to Ollivanders—the best place to find a wand in the entire world. If you can't find a wand here, the chances of finding one are quite slim. Well, what is your name?"

"Auden. H, sir," Auden replied.

"H, huh? Never heard of it, but..." Ollivander's eyes lingered on Auden a few seconds longer than necessary. "Strange. Your presence is indeed strange, young one," he muttered, continuing to mumble.

"Uhm, my wand?" Auden broke him out of his dreamworld.

"Oh, how can I be so careless? Come, my child, let's start. Even though I was expecting the first student to appear a few weeks later, it does not matter. I am ready for every wizard, every day." Ollivander brought him near the chair and asked questions about his dominant hand while tapes started measuring him.

Then Ollivander brought out one wand after another. None of them seemed to work. Auden was also able to hear the voices from the wands he touched—though they remained silent until Ollivander or he made contact. Some said they were incompatible. Some said the magic was beautiful but they weren't strong enough to handle it. Some even apologized, saying they were not destined for each other. It fascinated Auden to hear the thoughts of what were nearly inanimate objects.

As the wands were changed again and again, Auden noticed that Ollivander wasn't doing it randomly. He was watching the minute reactions of each wand. Auden noticed that after Ollivander picked a wand made of vine wood—one he recognized—the rest of the wands he brought out were of the same wood. It seemed that was his compatible type.

Ollivander appeared excited at the complexity of the boy before him. But he frowned slightly as he looked at one particular wand. Still, he brought it to Auden.

And then, as Ollivander brought it out, Auden's eyes widened slightly. Even without touching it, he could hear an excited voice coming from the wand.

And as soon as he touched it, pure energy coursed through his body and into the wand. Suddenly, he saw a vision: Thestral wings spreading in the dark, with vines twisting around its body, holding it tight.

As his vision returned, he saw a strong pulse of silver light spread from the tip of the wand to fill the entire room. The light felt suffocating, but at the same time, Auden felt protected by it. As it faded, he clearly heard the voice of the wand:

"Let's meet our destiny with full force, my master."

And then the light vanished.

Auden looked forward and saw Ollivander staring at him in shock, the whites of his eyes more pronounced than before. He slowly approached Auden and gently picked up the wand. Unlike before—when he treated it like every other wand—he now handled it with reverence.

"By the Wandlore... to be chosen by such a wand, and such power," he muttered and continued, "Vine wood, Thestral hair, 12¾ inches," he then tilted it slightly, "unyielding."

Auden waited as Ollivander explained the significance of the wand.

"Vine wood represents a wizard with hidden depth, vision, or a connection to destiny. 'Unyielding' means the wand will never switch allegiance and will remain fiercely loyal, choosing a master with unshakable resolve and strong convictions.

Most of all, Thestral hair signifies the tackling of death itself—and surviving it. Understanding it. Not being afraid of it. Overall, the wand has strict conditions for its wizard." He then looked at Auden with a deep expression.

"This was an experimental creation of mine. Usually, I use Unicorn hair, Dragon heartstring, or Phoenix feather as the core. Some of my fellow wandmakers use Thestral hair, yes, but out of curiosity, I made this one. I expected it to remain here for a long time, considering the complexity of the combination... but that was until today," he said, as he gently handed the wand back to Auden.

"Keep it close and grow strong, my young wizard. It seems the fates are waiting for you to fulfill your destiny."

Auden collected the wand and paid the standard fee before exiting. Seeing him leave, Ollivander muttered to himself:

"I expected the Boy Who Lived to be the most peculiar wizard with a destiny in the near future. But it seems the wizarding world is in for a deep upheaval in the near future."

A/N- hope you like it.