Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 593 - 168: The Boy Who Survived Disaster! (3)

"This one..."

Olivander furrowed his brow.

"Another story to hear?"

Ian perked up his ears, ready to start checking for duplicates.

However.

"No, no, no, there's no story here. This is just a practice piece by my unpromising grandson. I can't remember exactly how many years ago it was, but it hasn't been taken away in these years."

Olivander's words left Ian a bit disappointed.

"So, is a practice piece discounted?" This wasn't the inquiry of a little wizard, but rather Lady Granger seizing the opportunity to try and start her bargaining mode.

Their family wasn't exactly short on money, but everyone understands the joy of a woman. Besides, the living environment of a dentist family hasn't yet reached the point where they can buy things with gold without batting an eye.

"This is a completed work, without any flaws." Ririm first defended his wand, then looked toward the little witch holding the magic wand, unsure of what to do.

"Go ahead and give it a wave."

He reminded the little witch. Hermione immediately understood and, with some awkwardness, began to wave the magic wand, and then a warm and powerful force instantly flowed through her body. In the air, brilliant flowers condensed and slowly rotated, eventually dissipating into nothingness, leaving a room full of amazement.

"This is really... magical!"

Hermione felt an unprecedented connection, as if this magic wand was her destined companion, able to understand her every thought and amplify her every potential.

"Hehehehehe~"

Whether a delusion or not, Hermione felt a strange, abstract laughter in her ear, which disappeared without a trace as the phenomenon ended, as if it was a hallucination.

"It's the one, Miss Granger. This magic wand has been waiting for you, just as you have been chosen among the stars. Together you will write an extraordinary story."

Ririm smiled as he made his evaluation, with speech quite like Old Olivander's, though he showed much more restraint, making it something of a beautiful blessing.

"What kind of wood is this magic wand made from? And is the wand core really a dragon's nerve?" Hermione applied what she had recently learned, curiously observing her wand that seemed so in tune with her.

"Just like our old man said, your talent shines through and you have a clear competitive spirit, so this magic wand is made from grapevine wood."

"Grapevine wood wands typically choose wizards with amazing talent and grand ambitions." Ririm explained patiently, then paused before adding further clarification.

"Of course, I've seen something our old man couldn't: you're graced by fate, and absolute loyalty will lead you to a promising future." The blond-haired boy's words truly stirred Hermione's heart; when it comes to sales talk, perhaps there is something to be said for family heritage.

"So, what is the wand core, Mr. Little Olivander?" Ian felt inwardly intrigued and couldn't resist asking, wondering about the wand core that symbolizes loyalty, as there are quite a few types.

He too was learning the craft of wand making from time to time.

"A raven's tail feather, Mr. Prince." Ririm cheerfully turned his gaze to Ian, smiling widely, "The wand core I used in this wand is a tail feather from a mad raven!"

He even emphasized his tone at the end as he spoke, creating an accentuation feeling, and just as Ian furrowed his brow, intending to ask how one determines a bird's sanity—

"Seven Golden Galleons, please."

Old Olivander had already sprung in front of the Granger couple.

The same tone.

The same price.

"Not less, not a single one short, it's the price set by the Ministry of Magic, we hardly make a profit." He even anticipated what Lady Granger was about to say.

"Ugh..."

Lady Granger felt the unwavering tone of Old Olivander, and could only count out seven Golden Galleons with some disappointment—all of which had been privately exchanged by Ian.

One Golden Galleon required significantly more Pounds than Gringotts, though it was slightly lower than the black market; the amount of Golden Galleons that could be exchanged for Muggle Coins each year at Gringotts was just so little.

Not nearly enough.

"Now that I also have a magic wand, can I start learning magic? Is learning magic difficult, Ian?" Hermione asked excitedly while tightly gripping her wand.

"Of course not difficult."

Ian gave a very affirmative reply.

"Or rather very simple."

Being a person eager to share, he organized his insights before continuing, "Each kind of magic has its own color and smell."

"For example, the Patronus Charm smells like licorice, the Transformation Technique smells like chocolate, and the Unforgivable Curses smell like... well, that's something you don't need to concern yourself with."

"In short, when practicing magic, as long as the scent is right, there's no mistake in your casting." The little wizard was truly sharing the experience he had summarized.

However, his abstract expression left Hermione a bit perplexed.

Nonetheless.

The little wizard felt it was simply Hermione's comprehension that's lacking. If not, when his words left his mouth, the blond-haired boy Ririm immediately expressed strong agreement.