On Diagon Alley, Link was weaving through the crowd.
Today was the second day of the Hogwarts holiday, so there were especially many people on Diagon Alley. A large portion of them were wizards who had brought their children to shop and dine.
The shopkeepers of Diagon Alley were clearly prepared for this.
Just like the shop Link had just passed, the Jumping Joke Magical Prank Shop, had a magical banner put up at its entrance. On it, flashing letters continuously formed a sentence.
[Are you still worried about not being able to find fun? Are you still annoyed about being bullied by classmates and friends? Come in! Jumping Joke Magical Prank Shop will satisfy all your needs. 20% off everything today!]
Such slogans were undoubtedly low-level, but at the same time very effective. This could be seen from the crowded scene inside the Jumping Joke Magical Prank Shop.
Similarly, other shops such as Florin's Ice Cream Parlor, the Quidditch Boutique, the Fantastic Beasts Zoo, and Madam Primpernelle's Beauty Potions Shop had also drawn in many customers.
This made Link somewhat emotional. Whether it was in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, money was indeed easiest to make from women and children.
However, not all the shops on Diagon Alley were doing good business today.
Take the shop currently in front of Link, for example. Compared to the lively scenes at the entrances of other shops, the front of this shop could only be described as "utterly deserted."
But Link did not, like the others, hurriedly pass by this shop. Instead, he began examining it carefully.
This shop appeared small and worn. The gold-lettered sign on the door was already peeling off. It read, [Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.]
In the shop's display window, a single wand lay alone on a faded purple cushion. The interior space of the shop was not large. Aside from a bench in the corner, there was nothing else. Thousands upon thousands of long, narrow wand boxes were stacked from floor to ceiling, with a thin layer of dust covering everything.
Most importantly, there was no one at the counter.
But without a doubt, this was the famous Ollivanders Wand Shop from the original story, and it was also Link's intended destination today.
Link had come here not for sightseeing, of course, but to replace his wand.
The wand he currently held in his hand was inherited from the original host. Although it could be used, in daily use Link always felt a certain unfamiliarity. In summary, it just didn't feel right in his hand. And this feeling seemed to have become increasingly pronounced after he defeated Quirrell and Voldemort.
Clearly, Link needed to replace his wand again. The one he had now was becoming more and more incompatible with him.
Taking a deep breath, Link pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Ding-ling-ling!
The golden bell above the door rang as Link entered. Accompanying this chime, the sound of heavy objects falling and things being knocked over came from behind the counter.
Next, an old man with messy, flower-gray hair crawled up from behind the counter in a very disheveled state. He seemed to have just woken up. He stared at Link for quite a while before finally speaking, "Welcome, customer. Oh! A young wizard who has never been here before. What do you need?"
Link raised his eyebrows and said, "A new wand."
"A new wand? Sorry, but I think you already have one, don't you?" Ollivander pointed at the wand handle faintly showing from Link's right sleeve and said, "And that's not one of mine. Don't doubt it, child, Ollivander remembers every wand he's ever sold. If you'd ever been here before, I'd definitely remember it."
"Is that so?"
Ollivander's response surprised Link somewhat. He had originally thought that his wand must have been purchased from Ollivander like everyone else's. After all, Ollivander was the most famous wandmaker in all of England. But now, it seemed things weren't as he had imagined.
"Can I have a look?" Ollivander pointed to Link's wand and asked. Hearing this, Link did not refuse. He simply handed the wand over.
Receiving the wand carefully, Ollivander seemed a little strange. He stroked Link's wand as gently as if he were caressing a lover, even occasionally leaning in to sniff it.
Link felt that if he, the original owner, wasn't present, Ollivander might even want to lick it.
As the inspection went on, the expression on Ollivander's face gradually relaxed.
"Larch wood. Dragon heartstring. Fourteen and one-quarter inches long. Oh! Such astonishing craftsmanship. I guarantee this was made by my grandfather. No one else would make such a powerful wand."
Ollivander smiled and said, "And now I remember, a few years ago, Madam Flamel once paid a large sum to buy a larch wood wand from a collector. It was said to be for her son. If I'm not mistaken, you must be that child from the Flamel family, right?"
A light shone in Link's eyes. Actually, ever since Ollivander said this wand wasn't one of his, Link had already begun to suspect. And now, it seemed he had guessed right.
The wand he had been using was indeed specially acquired by Madam Flamel. According to Ollivander, it seemed to be a very powerful wand.
Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be a good match for Link himself.
At this moment, Ollivander seemed a little sentimental. He said to Link earnestly, "Your mother must have loved you very much. Larch wood wands slowly instill courage and confidence into their owners. Its reputation and the extreme difficulty of crafting it make these wands always in short supply. The fact that Madam Flamel chose it for your wand surely means she hoped you would become braver and more confident."
"Is that so?" Link said softly, with a somewhat complex expression on his face.
He had indeed personally felt Madam Flamel's love for the original host. But unfortunately, even with such a loving mother, the original host was still ultimately replaced by Link.
That truly was a tragedy.
At this point, Ollivander seemed to have emerged from his feelings as well. He changed the topic and asked, "Then, child, why do you want to replace your wand?"
"Because I feel it's not suited to me. It's hard to explain, but..."
Link was explaining honestly, but halfway through, Ollivander interrupted him. "Oh! No need to explain, I understand. I completely understand. In fact, the relationship between a wand and a wizard isn't as simple as it seems."
"It's not just the wizard who chooses the wand, the wand also chooses the wizard it suits. If the wand doesn't recognize you, it will be very hard for you to draw out its full power."
"Unfortunately, although those chosen by larch wood wands can indeed have their hidden talents awakened, mastering a larch wood wand is far harder than most people imagine. Especially yours, it also contains a dragon heartstring. This certainly makes it more powerful, but at the same time greatly increases the difficulty of controlling it."
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