Chapter 30: Dali's Wand

What no one expected was that, in the time that followed, Ollivander let Dali try more than ten wands, yet not a single one suited Dali.

Dali didn't know how Ollivander judged whether a wand was suitable for him, but for himself, once these wands entered his hand, they seemed to resist him a little.

Or rather, they were somewhat afraid of Dali.

These wands, without exception, could be well deterred as long as Dali exerted his Extraordinary Ability, letting the wands serve him.

But that didn't seem to be Ollivander's standard for selecting wands; whenever Dali subdued a wand in his hand, Ollivander would promptly pull the wand from Dali's hand, as if rescuing a child being bullied.

"Ollivander, didn't expect it, there's an even more picky child."

"It's fine, it's fine, I can always find a wand suitable for you here."

"There will definitely be one."

Ollivander muttered to himself while quickly running back and forth in the shop.

In every nook and cranny he could rummage out wands, and the way many wands were stored was probably from several centuries ago.

But these wands, the vast majority could not reach Dali's hands, and Ollivander himself rejected them.

"Even more picky than me."

Harry said, somewhat surprised.

"Yeah."

Hagrid hadn't expected it to take so long; he glanced at his watch and stood up, saying.

"How about this, Harry, you stay here with your cousin, I have something to attend to, stepping out for a while."

Hagrid greeted Ollivander and Dali, then stood up and left the room.

"Actually, if a suitable one can't be found, any wand will do."

Dali said somewhat helplessly.

Regarding wands, he didn't have such high demands; as long as it works, it's fine, after all his Extraordinary Ability can be exercised without a wand.

Even Dali thought that as long as his spiritual power is well controlled, many spells he could cast without a wand.

Of Course, he hasn't tried this; he would need to later encounter spells to know.

"No, no, that's not possible, absolutely not."

"A wand must match its owner to be usable."

Ollivander immediately rejected Dali's statement and continued rummaging in the shop.

"Alright."

Dali shrugged, and simply sat down beside Harry.

"Didn't expect you to be picky about toys, now you're this picky about wands too," Harry said, laughing.

"What? Clearly the wand is picky about me, damn it."

Dali said helplessly.

Another half hour passed, and Dali felt he was about to fall asleep.

During that time other wizards came to buy wands, but were all turned away by Ollivander; today he seemed to be at odds with Dali, refusing to give up until a wand suitable for Dali was found.

"Could it be that there truly is no wand suitable for him?"

At this point, Ollivander began to doubt himself.

Their family's wand shop had been open for over two thousand years, and this was the first time they couldn't find a wand suitable for a customer; for Ollivander, it was undoubtedly a huge blow.

"Ah, right, there's one more, but that one..."

Ollivander suddenly remembered something, hurried into the back room, and pulled out an ancient box.

"Only this one might be possible, but..."

Ollivander hesitated a bit, but finally took the box out of the room and came before Dali.

"Try this wand."

Ollivander said.

Dali glanced at it; it was a slender wand, its material indiscernible, in any case unlike the wands he had seen before.

"Alright."

Dali didn't say much, and took the wand Ollivander handed over.

"Huh."

Dali was surprised to find that this time the wand did not resist him.

On the contrary, he even felt a sense of cheering excitement.

"It really is this wand."

Seeing this, Ollivander frowned and said.

"Is there any problem?"

Dali fiddled with the wand in his hand, saying with a hint of affection.

This wand differs from the previous ones; it is more attuned to spiritual power, requiring no Extraordinary Ability from Dali to intimidate.

"In fact, this wand was not made by our family, but was accidentally acquired long ago."

"This wand is extremely difficult to master; ordinary wizards can hardly bring out its effect. It can be said that in the hands of most wizards, its effect is no different from a wooden stick."

"However, the family's ancestral decree kept this wand preserved until now, finally finding it a master."

Ollivander said with a somewhat complex expression.

"So magical?"

Dali was somewhat surprised.

"I hope you can use it well."

Ollivander said.

"Okay."

"How much?"

Dali asked.

Finally found a suitable wand, Dali also breathed a sigh of relief.

Harry's wand costs seven Galleons; this one looks about the same.

"No charge, it's free, this is something left by the family," Ollivander said.

"Besides, I don't know what the core of this wand is made of, but I can see that the outside material is elderwood, thirteen inches long, with good flexibility."

Ollivander added.

"Oh?"

Dali glanced at the wand in his hand, "Looks like this is my destiny."

"Besides, if you encounter any problems while using this wand, you can come find me."

"Although it wasn't made by us Ollivanders, as long as it leaves our shop, I will take responsibility for it."

Ollivander said seriously.

"Thank you."

Dali also said sincerely.

This person before us is indeed a wand master worthy of respect.

When leaving Ollivander's wand shop, Hagrid walked over from not far away, holding an owl cage in his hand, inside was a snowy owl.

"Harry, happy birthday."

Hagrid handed the owl to Harry, smiling as he said.

After accompanying Harry and Dali to buy the first-year students' books at Lihen Bookstore, Hagrid then left.

Immediately Dali found his parents, and together they left Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron.

"Oh, my god, my god, I finally left that damned place!"

Walking down the outside street, Vernon and Penny felt like they were about to cry; the air full of car exhaust seemed so sweet to them.

On the way to find the car, Dali suddenly stopped and looked toward a restaurant not far away.

Its sign was different from others', not using letters but rather block characters that looked like complex patterns.

That was a Chinese restaurant.

"Mom, let's have a meal in London today, how about Chinese food?"

Dali said, heading straight for the Chinese restaurant, giving his parents no chance to object.

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