Harry Potter : The White Wizard of Hogwarts

"How do you feel, Ivan?"

Hermione noticed Ivan's happy expression and knew he had found a wand that suited him, which made her very happy.

The Ambrosius family had a long and famous bloodline, with roots tracing back to Merlin.

These titles felt distant to Hermione.

To her, Ivan was just the first little wizard she met and her friend.

"I'm feeling great."

Ivan shared his feelings with Hermione. He didn't look down on her because he was a descendant of Merlin. He smiled and turned to Ollivander. "Sir, thank you for choosing this wand for me."

"I believe my father would be honored by your kind words."

"However, I must tell you that this wand isn't the best fit for you either."

Ollivander reached out his hand and asked Ivan to give him the wand back. "Just like the elm wand you tried earlier, this one is too humble for you."

Flattering people isn't good, and being overly servile is even worse.

"What terrible talent."

After putting down the wand, Ollivander looked at Ivan with deep emotion and shock in his eyes. "Garrick?" he said. "Sorry, Minerva, I lost my composure."

Ollivander was not a highly accomplished wizard, even in the British wizarding world, where he wasn't considered a master.

In today's wizarding world, wizards could be divided into levels. The top ones were great wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Comparing them to others, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Dumbledore and Voldemort belonged to a different category altogether.

When facing these two, numbers didn't matter.

Even if dozens or even hundreds of powerful wizards attacked them at once, Dumbledore and Voldemort could defeat them easily.

Below them were magic masters like McGonagall, Flitwick, and Snape.

Most of these masters had exceptional skills in specific areas and could handle multiple opponents in battle.

They were the best in the wizarding world.

Ollivander could barely be called a master of alchemy.

But when it came to magical skill, he hadn't reached the level of Professor McGonagall and could only be seen as an elite wizard.

The wizarding community consisted of young wizards, senior wizards, adult wizards, and elite wizards.

There wasn't a strict division among these categories; the differences lay in how much magic they knew and whether they had special skills.

As for Ivan...

Ollivander could only describe him in one way: "a natural wizard."

You see, Voldemort was able to reach Dumbledore's level, but he had to undergo several dark magic transformations and even lost his handsome looks in the process.

What about Ivan?

He had just entered Hogwarts and already possessed the magical talent that Voldemort would have done anything to have.

Next, Ollivander chose over twenty wands he thought were extremely powerful.

Unfortunately, none of them seemed suitable for Ivan.

"This is truly frustrating."

Ollivander rubbed his aching forehead. "How long has it been since I've had such a picky customer?"

At the same time, Ollivander felt a little relieved inside.

It turned out he wasn't the only one struggling; his father had also had difficulty finding the right wand for him!

Many things become clearer through comparison.

Ollivander felt better all of a sudden.

His mind cleared, and his mood improved.

He was ready for a long search.

He was delighted to have such a demanding customer!

"Mr. Ollivander?"

Ivan noticed Ollivander's excitement and quickly said, "If you can't find anything, this oak wand is good."

Among all the wands, one made of oak with a dragon heartstring core had the best fit.

According to the data, it was 25 times smoother than other wands.

With Ivan's powerful magic, he believed he could successfully perform almost all known spells.

After several unsuccessful tries, Ollivander's excitement grew.

He began searching frantically through boxes and cabinets, continuously replacing wands for Ivan to try.

From his father to his grandfather and even his great-grandfather...

After half an hour, Ivan felt like he had quickly gone through Ollivander's entire family history.

"No, no!"

"There must be more options, there has to be!"

"Wait, little Ivan, just a bit longer."

Ollivander came and went countless times, and now he was sweating heavily.

Ivan glanced at the pile of wand boxes nearby.

He was starting to worry that Ollivander might faint from exhaustion.

He really hoped he wouldn't have to kneel down and beg him not to give up.

'What a situation!'

Ivan thought with a bitter smile as he looked at Hermione beside him. The little witch had started to get used to his unusual experiences.

"I remember there was one around here…"

Ollivander seemed to be lost in thought. He loved having picky customers the most.

The more selective the little wizard was, the more it proved their exceptional abilities.

And Ivan, even in Ollivander's family records, stood out as uniquely picky, breaking their long-standing records for wand selection.

"Ah! Found it!"

Suddenly, Ollivander discovered a box hidden in a corner. He excitedly returned to the counter and carefully handed the wand inside the box to Ivan. "Here, try this one."

"Hmm?"

Ivan opened the box and examined the wands inside.

The wand looked like a piece of charcoal left after a fire, covered in pits and bumps. If Ollivander hadn't taken it out himself, Ivan wouldn't have realized it was a wand.

"This wand..."

Hermione thought Ollivander was joking. It didn't look like a wand at all, just a burnt piece of wood.

Ivan didn't say anything and quietly took the wand out of the box.

For some reason, the moment he saw the wand, he heard the sweet song of an unknown bird, pleasant and melodic.

"Crack, crack."

In the next moment, golden lines like lava appeared on the wand's surface, which began to break apart as black wood chips fell away.

"Chi!!"

Ivan held the wand upright in front of him and watched as flames burst from the tip, forming phoenixes with beautiful tails that danced around him, singing joyfully.

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"

Ollivander was overjoyed by what he saw.

The old man had wild hair, looking like a beggar who had just crawled out from a dumpster.

Yet, despite his disheveled appearance, his bright eyes sparkled with joy.

This was a victory for the Ollivander family!

It proved that he, Garrick Ollivander, had triumphed over the demanding Ambrosius after a thousand years!

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