LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 40: Chapter 40
For more chapters (10+) or if you want to support me, visit https://www.patreon.com/FFAddict. Thank you!
Chapter 40 Twenty Gold Galleons!
When the smoke and dust dissipated for the second time, Ollivander was on the verge of tears. Was there really such a little wizard? One explosion wasn't enough—it had to happen twice in a row! Even when the shadow of the Death Eaters shrouded the British wizarding world, Ollivander's Wand Shop hadn't suffered such a loss. "Sir, this elder wand is really something!" Kyle exclaimed with delight. He felt his magic come alive with this wand. Although he hadn't formally tested it yet, he estimated that his spellcasting would be boosted by about 30%. Don't take that lightly—an increase of 30% was already a significant enhancement to Kyle's strength. And this wasn't even a properly successful wand; there was still plenty of room for improvement. Despite the two explosions in the wand shop, Kyle felt a twinge of guilt. As a kind-hearted young wizard, he knew he should repay kindness. He decided to make it up to Ollivander.
Thinking of this, Kyle said in an adoring tone, "You are such an excellent wand master! I dare say that in all of Europe—no, the entire wizarding world—there is no better wand master than you."
Ding! Kyle handed over a nice guy card.
Ollivander was bewildered. "Thank you, you, and eighteen generations of your ancestors!" he thought. "No, boy, my skills are still far behind!" Ollivander said with a serious expression. "When it comes to making wands, Gregorovitch in Germany is much better than me. So if you need a wand next time, go to Gregorovitch!" The three great master wandmakers in Europe were all equally famous, and the competition among them was fierce. Each sought to outshine the other two rivals. This was the first time Ollivander admitted he was inferior to someone else. His only hope was that Kyle would never return to his shop. He was truly terrified!
After a while, the wand shop was restored to its former state.
Kyle found the wand he was looking for, and then it was Cassandra's turn to choose her wand. "I... pick a wand?" Cassandra asked, a little confused as she glanced at the various fragments in the wand shop. Was there really room for choice? "Wait a minute, I still have some in stock," said Ollivander. "If you're lucky enough, I hope you can find a suitable one. Otherwise, I will have to wait for my next batch of wands to be made." He opened the entrance to the store's cellar, went in, and brought out a box. Without even measuring the size, he started to choose for Cassandra. "Try this one, acacia wood with unicorn hair.
It's a very rare wand. Wands made of acacia wood will refuse to serve wizards other than their own masters. It only shows its performance for the most talented people!" Cassandra picked up her wand and flicked it lightly. Immediately, a tulip flower bloomed at the tip of the wand. There is a simple way to see if a wand is compatible with a wizard: you just need to see whether the effect is positive or negative when you swing it. Obviously, this was a wand that fit Cassandra. "Oh, little girl, your luck is really good. You chose the right one the first time. Please treat this wand kindly. The owner of an acacia wand needs to be meticulous and sensitive." "I know, sir!" Cassandra nodded. "So, Ollivander, how much is the total?"
Dumbledore asked when they both finished choosing their wands. "Sincere..." Ollivander began, "Twenty Galleons!" His heart was bleeding as he said this number. This didn't even count as a fraction of what he lost today. Even if multiplied by a hundred times, it could not make up for his loss today. "Well, Fawkes has been shedding a lot of feathers recently. I think I should be able to send you the feather of a blood phoenix in a few days," Dumbledore offered in compensation, unable to bear Ollivander's loss.