Hogwarts: I Truly Am The Model Wizard.

Regardless, a wand had to be bought. Kyle cautiously pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Diana and Chris, however, did not follow him in. They probably thought buying a wand would take a long time, so after hearing that Kyle was going to Ollivanders first, they turned and headed toward Gringotts.

...

The shop was much better inside than it appeared outside. Although still looking quite old and with items scattered in disarray, at least it was much cleaner.

With a sharp jingle of wind chimes, a head of white hair and a beard appeared behind the counter, though Kyle hadn't noticed when he arrived.

"Good afternoon, child," Ollivander greeted, studying Kyle with an inscrutable look. "You've come alone?"

"Yes," Kyle replied, a bit confused. "Is there a problem?"

Ollivander shook his head. "No, of course not."

As he spoke, Kyle caught a glimpse of something like disappointment in his eyes.

Odd. Why would he be disappointed to see a customer?

Kyle shrugged it off, deciding it was probably just his imagination.

"Well then, young wizard," Ollivander continued, stepping out from behind the counter. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Kyle, Joba," Kyle replied quickly.

"Joba…" Ollivander hesitated for a moment. "And Mr. Chris is…?"

"My father," Kyle said.

"Oh, of course..." Ollivander instinctively glanced toward the door but quickly turned his gaze back, explaining, "I just mean, the surname Joba is quite rare in the British magical community."

Kyle understood now—this old man was indeed disappointed.

It was clear to him that when he mentioned Chris was his father, the disappointment in Ollivander's eyes was almost overflowing. Not only that, but Ollivander mumbled something under his breath, repeating words like "willow" or "ash" in a low voice. The words were too soft for Kyle to catch, but he didn't pay much attention.

At this moment, Kyle was entirely preoccupied with the wand that was meant for him—he had no time for these little details.

After giving his name, Kyle took the initiative to speak up. "Mr. Ollivander, I'm right-handed."

He then extended his arms straight, ready for the measurement of his height and arm length.

He was more than familiar with this process.

Once the measurements were done, it would be time to choose a wand, which was the most time-consuming part of the process.

The shop had no fewer than eight thousand wands, possibly more. Kyle figured even Ollivander would struggle to pick the perfect wand for a young wizard at first sight. Instead, he would likely pick a general range and then have to try each one individually.

He was ready for this.

And he, in fact, looked forward to trying the wands as much as one might look forward to moving a trash bin—he didn't mind the process at all.

However, Ollivander's next words left Kyle a bit confused.

"Oh, child, if it's you, there's no need."

There was no measuring of height, no further questions asked. Kyle watched as Ollivander moved swiftly behind the counter, grabbed a box from the most prominent spot, and opened it, pushing it toward Kyle.

The whole motion was smooth and decisive, without a second's hesitation.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Try it!" Ollivander urged when Kyle hesitated.

"Huh? Oh, right." Kyle snapped out of his daze, instinctively picking up the wand from the box.

It was grey-black in color, smooth in texture, with no unnecessary decorations or markings, except for the essential handle.

It looked very ordinary.

But the moment Kyle grasped the wand, a stream of white light shot from its tip, filling the room in the blink of an eye. The once dimly lit, cramped shop suddenly became much brighter, almost as if a skylight had been opened in the roof.

"Ah, yes, yes!" Ollivander exclaimed, looking visibly excited. Without waiting for Kyle's question, he continued on his own. "Thirteen and a half inches, cedar wood, phoenix feather core. I must say, this is an incredibly rare combination."

"An amazing combination?" Kyle asked, confused.

"Yes, amazing," Ollivander replied, studying Kyle intently. "Cedar wands typically choose those with great wisdom and keen insight—wizards who are naturally calm, and who make every decision carefully, after much thought. As my father once said, 'You can never deceive a wizard with a cedar wand.' I truly agree with that."

"Therefore, those with a cedar wand are often more inclined toward the stable and loyal unicorn tail hair, but phoenix feathers are a bit too proactive for them."

"In fact, I have crafted and sold thirty-six cedar wands. Thirty of them have unicorn tail hair, five have dragon heartstring cores, and the last one..."

Ollivander smiled as he pointed at Kyle.

Kyle, still confused, asked, "But sir, didn't you say those materials aren't suited to be paired together? Why did you make it, then?"

"Just because two materials don't seem to suit one another doesn't mean they shouldn't be used," Ollivander responded with a gentle smile. "Wands choose the wizard, child. Every wand, once born, will find its destined owner, just like they…"

Ollivander gestured to the towering stacks of wand boxes behind him. "The ones still sitting here haven't been chosen because they're bad, but because their time hasn't come yet. Their owners are still waiting for their letters from Hogwarts."

Ollivander paused before continuing. "Moreover, entirely contrary wand bodies and cores can work in perfect harmony for one wizard. That's the most fascinating aspect of wandlore."

"Just like your wand," he added, glancing at the one in Kyle's hand. "Your father Chris tried it. Your mother Diana tried it too. But they both just missed it by the smallest margin, just a bit."

"So after hearing of your birth, I've been waiting for this moment. And now, it's perfect. Don't you think?"

Uh... hmm.

Kyle instinctively nodded.

The sensation in his hand was like a natural extension of his own arm, and he found himself somewhat entranced by it. He couldn't stop admiring the wand he now held.

Although the process wasn't exactly what he had imagined, the result was more than satisfactory. Kyle was thrilled with his wand.

"Well then, child, seven Galleons."

Ollivander smiled even more broadly.

"Alright." Kyle took out the seven Galleons he had prepared in advance and placed them on the counter.

The first wand for a new student usually cost seven Galleons, a very reasonable price in the magical world, but this discount only applied to new students.

After paying, Ollivander gave a slight bow and watched as Kyle left the shop. Once he was gone, Ollivander turned to another young wizard who had just entered the shop, accompanied by an adult.

"Oh, Mr. Thomas, again. Eleven inches, hawthorn wood…"