Happry Potter: The New Player

"Good morning," said a pale old man who stood before them. "I'm glad to see you, Mrs. Molly. If I recall correctly, your wand is made of cherry wood, twelve inches long, strong, and potent in magic."

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, I love my wand." "Ginny, hurry up and stand to greet, this is Evan Mason and my daughter Ginny Weasley, both first-year students at Hogwarts this year and in need of a new wand."

"Of course, of course!" Mr. Ollivander's gaze fell upon Ginny and Evan. "The wizard needs a wand to cast spells, but remember, the wand chooses the wizard!"

Evan swallowed nervously, unsure of how to respond.

"Well, let me take a look!" Olivander pulled out a long silver measuring tape from his pocket and approached Ginny without hesitation. "Ladies first, Miss Weasley, which hand do you use?"

"My right hand," Ginny whispered.

"Please, raise your arm." Ollivander measured Ginny's arm, from shoulder to fingertip, then from wrist to elbow, from knee to armpit, and finally her height.

He explained, "Every Ollivander wand has a strong magical core that is its essence." I typically use unicorn hair, phoenix feather, and dragon heartstring as cores; each Ollivander wand is unique because no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are identical. Of course, if you use a wand that belonged to another wizard, the spells will never be as good."

"Please remember, the wand chooses the wizard!"

Soon Ollivander disappeared among the crowded shelves, and before Evan had time to relax, he saw him emerge with a box.

"There is no doubt that the Weasleys are favored by unicorns," Ollivander murmured softly. "Try this one, 14 inches, ebony, unicorn hair, slightly curved."

Ginny grabbed the wand but returned it as soon as she touched it.

"No, I suppose this one should be it, 8 inches, Willow wood, unicorn hair, flexible!"

Ginny took it, and red sparks erupted from the wand like fireworks.

"An extraordinary match, highly suitable for magical spellcasting, your spells will surely be splendid." Then Ollivander turned to Evan and whispered, "Mr. Mason, I believe it is now your turn."

Like Ginny, Evan used his right hand, was measured, but his selection process was not as straightforward as Ginny's.

Evan tried one after another, but none seemed suitable for him.

"Like Mr. Potter last year, you are a discerning customer, but no matter, we will always find the most suitable wand for the wizard!" Ollivander seemed very pleased. "Let me think, oh, here it is, 14.5 inches, Vine wood, Thestral hair, this is the last wand my grandfather made, he was a very famous wandmaker."

When Evan received the wand, warmth flowed from his finger, and the tip of the wand produced a white glow.

"Wonderful!" Ollivander's voice softened. "I'm not particularly fond of Thestral hair, but I must admit, you and the wand are truly a fantastic match."

"I apologize, sir!" When only he and Ollivander were in the shop, Evan whispered, "What makes the combination so fantastic?"

Evan was intrigued by the Thestral hair at the core of his wand, unlike the other wands made by Ollivander.

"It is a well-known fact that Thestrals are considered a symbol of misfortune." Ollivander stared at Evan intently. "It is a very rare wand core that can only be controlled by wizards who can master death."

Ollivander's voice seemed to slow down.

"Mr. Mason, you possess a powerful positive energy, which is exactly opposite to Thestral hair, thus, it will yield extraordinary results." Ollivander approached Evan's face and whispered softly, "Remember, the wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Mason, there is no doubt you will achieve remarkable feats."

Evan was horrified by the feeling that all his secrets had been uncovered.

He sighed deeply after exiting Ollivanders.

Mrs. Weasley took Evan and Ginny to Madame Malkin's Boutique for All Occasions, but compared to before, Ginny's spirits were low as she would have to choose from second-hand robes.

At that moment, Evan felt remorseful, especially as he was being measured while seeing Ginny looking dejected not far from him, he felt like a sinner.

"Mrs. Weasley, thank you for inviting me to your home."

"My dear Evan, there's no need to be so polite, both you and Harry are good boys, and Arthur and I warmly welcome you in our home," Mrs. Weasley said, approaching Evan and affectionately patting his head with a look of happiness.

"Thank you, I would like to give you a gift."

Evan said somewhat awkwardly, "If you don't mind, I would like to gift Ginny a new dress."

"No, it's too expensive!" Mrs. Weasley said, looking dismayed, while Ginny seemed happy about it.

It seemed that Mrs. Weasley wanted to refuse. Evan quickly said, "You can think of it as a Christmas gift for Ginny, after all, we are friends."

After over 10 minutes of Evan's insistence, Ginny's pleading look, and a good discount from Madame Malkin, Mrs. Weasley finally promised to accept the gift.

In the next moment, Ginny hugged Evan. Seeing Ginny's blushing face and Madame Malkin's smile, Evan felt momentarily embarrassed.