Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 592 - 168: The Boy Who Survived Disaster! (Part 2)

"Yes, of course, miss, your magic wand will choose you. It's been waiting for you, and my duty is to find it from its hidden corner and hand it to you."

Olivander's aged voice carried a firm belief in this idea.

However.

He hadn't expected his grandson to suddenly jump in and undermine his words.

"To put it simply, we've made a lot of wands, more than there are people, so there's one bound to suit you." The blonde boy stood up and his slightly teasing words instantly dispelled the seriousness.

"Ririm, you must have reverence for magic wands." Olivander glanced disapprovingly at his grandson, revealing that the blonde boy's name should be Ririm Olivander.

"I care more about soothing the wand owner's anxiety; didn't you see that this young miss is almost dying of nervousness?" Ririm shrugged, responding to Olivander with evident helplessness.

"Why not let me help her choose a wand?"

This boy named Ririm had an eager look about him.

"You..."

Olivander hesitated.

He was very worried that his grandson might not properly inherit his craft in the future, so allowing him to hone his sales skills might be a good choice?

Since as long as he made enough wands to sell for centuries before he passed away, the Olivander family could likely produce a descendant with a natural talent for wand-making.

With this thought.

Olivander immediately made his decision.

"Alright, then you do it."

He handed the tape measure to Ririm, while he stood aside, watching. Maybe because he wasn't very assured, even when reaching for a cup, his gaze did not stray.

"Mr. Olivander, you're holding your grandson's fish tank." Ian timely helped Olivander switch to another cup, avoiding the tragic fate of a few fish being swallowed whole.

"This old gentleman should be around eighty, right?"

Lady Granger quietly discussed Olivander's age with her husband, indicating that she suspected Olivander's reactions and vision might have deteriorated.

"Eighty years old? Hahaha, you think I'm still such a young lad?" Olivander's hearing was quite good; he actually expressed happiness with a laugh.

"..."

The couple exchanged glances, both finding it hard to comment. What does it mean to be eighty and still a young lad? In the Muggle World, this age would either have retired or been in a coffin for who knows how many years by now!

"Miss, relax a bit, now it's me choosing a wand for you. I won't talk about wands choosing wizards; the only thing you need to know is that the wand will unveil your life's destiny." Ririm started measuring Hermione, having taken out his own wand to use some kind of magic on the tape measure.

Right after, the tape measure seemed to come alive, starting measurements from shoulder to fingertip, then from wrist to elbow, knee to underarm, even the head circumference.

This magical scene had Hermione and the Granger couple somewhat aghast, while Ian also gave the blonde boy a surprised look, as there weren't many wizards proficient with spells before school admission.

"This chiefly measures your body proportions, not height, for even if you grow further, your body's basic structure and proportion won't greatly change."

While putting away the tape measure, Ririm thoughtfully explained the purpose of this step, unlike when Ian bought a wand from Old Ollivander without receiving such detailed service.

"So, can I find a wand suitable for me?" Hermione visibly nervous, clearly worried about the phrase "wand chooses the wizard."

"Of course."

Ririm, after speaking, turned back towards the shelf holding the wands.

"Perhaps she's more suited to Dragon nerve or heartstring, next is determining which wood to use." Old Ollivander couldn't help but offer advice.

His insights were indeed sharp.

But.

"Maybe there's an even better choice?"

Ririm chose not to adopt that suggestion.

"What's Dragon nerve? Are there really dragons in this world? Is the power of wands derived from these magical things?" Hermione initiated a triad of questions filled with doubt and curiosity.

Ririm provided a gentle answer.

He kept rummaging through the shelf, murmuring to himself, "Where did I put it?" "Was it stolen?" words of the sort.

Visible only to him.

A faint glimmer of light emanated from an ancient wooden box on the shelf.

"The wand core is the essence of a wand, crucial for stabilizing and amplifying magic effects, often using Unicorn, Dragon, or Phoenix materials in our shop."

"Certainly, exceptions exist, where through some experimentation and innovation, other kinds of wands are born, but fundamentally, each of those wands can be seen as unique."

Ririm's explanation received Olivander's approval.

"Precisely, such as Mr. Prince's wand, Elder Wood, Unicorn hair, an impossible miracle," he seized this opportunity to show off his memory.

"An impossible wand?"

Hermione just arose with doubt.

A brand new wand was handed by Ririm right before her eyes.