Soon, Professor Sprout led Aiden Sprout through the archway.
They arrived at the bustling Diagon Alley, heading straight for Ollivander's Wand Shop.
Even though Aiden Sprout had seen Diagon Alley in films in his previous life, he was still somewhat overwhelmed.
All he could say was that the real Diagon Alley was far more impressive than in the movies.
Ollivander's Wand Shop still looked unremarkable.
But surely, anyone visiting Ollivander's Wand Shop for the first time wouldn't be focused on the shop's surroundings.
Just as Professor Sprout led Aiden Sprout into the wand shop, Ollivander immediately emerged from behind the counter.
He looked at Professor Sprout with great surprise.
"Professor Sprout?"
"Are you bringing the first-year Wizards this year?"
"I thought Professor McGonagall was still doing that."
Professor Sprout smiled.
She introduced Aiden Sprout as if he were a precious treasure.
"This is my nephew, Aiden Sprout, who was lost in the Muggle world for many years."
"I just found him in the Muggle world."
"Now I'm here to help him choose a suitable wand."
Ollivander was stunned for a moment.
His expression towards Aiden Sprout became even more enthusiastic.
Although the Sprout Family was not a prominent great family, it had suffered attacks from Death Eaters during the Second Wizarding War.
Now only Professor Sprout remained.
But Professor Sprout was the Hufflepuff Dean.
She was also a renowned Herbology Master.
Even though she was low-key, no one would ever slight the Sprout surname.
But now, the Sprout Family had found another bloodline?
Ollivander sincerely said, "Then I truly congratulate you, Professor Sprout."
Immediately, he looked at Aiden Sprout.
"Child,"
"Having inherited the Sprout surname, you will surely be a remarkable Wizard."
"Perhaps, like Professor Sprout, you might also become a Herbology Master."
Aiden Sprout smiled slightly at this.
He wasn't sure if Ollivander said similar things to every young Wizard who bought a wand from him.
It was understandable, though.
Wands were quite expensive.
Like Ron Weasley, in the original story, he couldn't even afford a new wand.
He used a patched-up old wand for two years until his family won the grand prize from The Daily Prophet, only then could he get a new wand.
This was considered a major purchase that every Wizard had to make.
It was reasonable for Ollivander to provide some emotional value.
At this moment, Ollivander measured Aiden Sprout's height, arm span, and other data while proclaiming his theory that wands choose the Wizard.
Aiden Sprout listened quietly, nodding occasionally to show he was learning.
But in his heart, there was no ripple.
The personality of a wand?
He wasn't really keen on that.
He disliked wands with strong personalities even more.
For him, stability and reliability came first.
A tool having too strong a personality was not a good thing in his mind.
Aiden Sprout's mind was calm as he listened to Ollivander's instructions, waving wand after wand.
But when each one showed little reaction, Ollivander's expression turned a bit strange, as if he had encountered a difficult problem.
He had seen so many young Wizards.
Although much of what he said was often just pleasantries, in most cases, he could truly discern a young Wizard's talent from the wand's reaction.
Aiden Sprout's current performance was almost the worst talent he had encountered in a young Wizard in all these years.
Perhaps only slightly better than a Squib, barely meeting Hogwarts' admission standards.
At this moment, Aiden Sprout seemed to have expected it.
He said calmly, "Mr. Ollivander,"
"You told me wands choose their masters."
"Now it seems these wands aren't very fond of me."
"How about I describe my needs myself?"
Ollivander frowned tightly.
Generally, he would never do something that would tarnish his own reputation.
But Aiden Sprout's talent and qualities as a Wizard were simply too weak.
If this continued, Professor Sprout might lose face.
Ollivander then reluctantly nodded.
"Mr. Aiden Sprout,"
"It seems you are a very picky customer."
"Then please describe your needs."
Aiden Sprout quickly said, "Reliable performance."
"Stable."
"I need to perform heavy labor, so it must have a good temper and be hardworking."
"Please choose a wand for me based on these criteria."
Ollivander was even more stunned.
Don't young Wizards always hope for wands to be as special and powerful as possible?
Aiden Sprout, on the other hand, hoped for a wand that prioritized stability and durability?
For Ollivander, this was the first time he had ever heard such a request.
However, this goal was not difficult to achieve.
Soon, a simple, unadorned wand was placed into Aiden Sprout's hand.
With a gentle flick, although no sparks flew, Aiden Sprout immediately felt a sense of solidity.
Ollivander also breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
"It seems Mr. Aiden Sprout has found a wand suitable for him."
"Twelve inches, ash wood and Unicorn tail hair."
"Both materials possess extremely stable and resilient properties."
"When combined, they mean that the Wizard who possesses it…"
At this point, Ollivander suddenly paused, his expression becoming conflicted.
Aiden Sprout hadn't even spoken yet when Professor Sprout showed a concerned expression.
"What happens when they're combined?"
With somewhat heavy steps, Professor Sprout led Aiden Sprout out of the wand shop.
Ollivander's voice still came from behind them.
"Professor Sprout, Mr. Aiden Sprout."
"This wand is free…"
Aiden Sprout showed a hint of a smile.
"Aunt, don't be so gloomy."
"This wand is even free."
"It saved you money, you should be happy."
Professor Sprout, at this moment, was somewhat exasperated.
"To encounter such a thing and still be able to smile, I don't know how you do it."
She then gritted her teeth.
"What does he mean, either as ordinary as dust or as brilliant as a morning star?"
"But a hundred million grains of dust may not give birth to a single morning star?"
"That Ollivander, I should throw a basket of Biting Cabbage into his wand shop!"
Then, her expression became somewhat worried, as if she feared Aiden Sprout's high expectations had been cruelly dashed.
But what she didn't expect was that Aiden Sprout seemed completely unconcerned.
"Aunt, if Ollivander had the ability to predict things ten or twenty years into the future, then he shouldn't be selling wands."
"Being a Prophet might suit him better."
This made Professor Sprout smile approvingly.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."
"Since you've got your wand, I'll take you for a good stroll around Diagon Alley."
"There's a very good ice cream shop here."
But again, to her surprise, Aiden Sprout shook his head.
He checked the time, a serious expression on his face.
"No."
"I have very important things to do."
Professor Sprout asked in surprise, then heard Aiden Sprout say earnestly, "Farming."
"I still have to plant three acres of cotton today."
"I've already made a plan, and it must be completed today."
Then, a dumbfounded Professor Sprout was almost dragged out of Diagon Alley by Aiden Sprout.
Looking at Aiden Sprout's determined face and his almost obsessive love for planting trees, Professor Sprout's worries suddenly vanished.
Mediocre?
Poor talent?
She had heard such words many times herself back in the day.
But now, she was the Hufflepuff Dean, a Herbology Master!
Sometimes, passion and the ability to endure hardship were the greatest talents.
Professor Sprout curved her lips.
"Either as ordinary as dust, or as brilliant as a morning star?"
"Just wait and see."
"Aiden Sprout, he will surely be the brightest star
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