Chapter 14

Darren naturally didn't know Paqi’s thoughts; he just smiled satisfactorily upon hearing Paqi’s answer.

Slave owners should provide more motivation to their slaves, especially since Paqi was a very useful house-elf.

It’s just that he didn't know when Ollivander’s money would reach his hands.

"Ahem, Mr. Potter, I think we can discuss your wand problem now."

Ollivander slapped his forehead in annoyance.

Clearly, he felt he had talked too much.

Perhaps if that stupid house-elf hadn't been reminded by him, he might have forgotten about this matter long ago.

As a result, after his reminder, they were going to come and collect so many years of dividends.

What a huge, massive expenditure!

Back when Grindelwald was leading a revolution in the wizarding world and monopolized the source of magical creatures, his wand shop was almost on the verge of bankruptcy.

At that time, Ollivander was so poor he almost had nothing to eat and could only sell shares of his wand shop.

However, people could also buy wands from Gregorovitch in Germany, and coupled with Grindelwald’s power, no one looked favorably upon his small shop; everyone thought it was finished.

Only Fleamont, who had earned a large amount of Jin Jin Jin Jialong selling shampoo, had nothing better to do and bought ten percent of his shares for two thousand Galleons.

Not long after Fleamont bought the shares, Grindelwald was suddenly defeated by Dumbledore, and his wand shop came back to life.

Following that, he had to give the Potter family tens of thousands of Jin Jin Jin Jialong for nothing every year, and this went on for many years until James Potter died, at which point he finally stopped the practice.

He defaulted to the idea that Ollivanders Wand Shop was his private property.

He knew very well that Harry Potter was the only one left in the Potter family.

No one would know that the Potter family had shares in Ollivanders Wand Shop, not even Harry Potter.

Who knew that seeing Paqi just now, he had blurted it out in a moment of guilt, and now he was filled with regret.

So unlucky!

What a huge amount of wealth this was!

Wasn't this Potter brat supposed to be kind?

Why didn't he say he would waive the dividends for all these years?

Ollivander thought with resentment.

His favorability toward Darren also plummeted.

He asked professionally: "Which hand do you use?"

"My right hand."

Darren said indifferently.

If he lost so much Jin Jin Jin Jialong, he would also feel sad.

At this moment, he was more curious about what kind of wand he would choose.

A tape measure was measuring Darren in an orderly fashion; it even measured the size of Darren’s nostrils.

Darren touched it and found that it shyly dodged away on its own.

"Come, try this one: nine and a third inches long, poplar wood, inlaid with a unicorn hair.

This is a wand that can be trusted, has strong inclusivity, is powerful, and possesses consistent strength..."

Ollivander introduced the wand incessantly.

Darren curiously picked up the wand.

But he didn't hold much hope; after all, most people had to try many times before they could choose the most suitable wand.

But as soon as he touched the wand, the tip erupted with colorful fireworks.

"Wonderful, clearly this is the one!"

Ollivander praised and was about to wrap it up for Darren.

Darren looked at the wand blankly—did he really not need to try another one?

"Eh?"

Just as Darren resigned himself to taking his wand, Ollivander looked up in confusion.

His aged face leaned toward another wand box.

"Wait, child; perhaps you should try this wand. Just when you released your magic, it also vibrated."

Ollivander took out that wand.

Darren picked it up in confusion.

Then, pink bubbles appeared all over the room.

"Wonderful, marvelous, truly marvelous; I have never seen a wizard have two wands choose him... eh?"

Ollivander was stunned again.

Because at this moment, inside the wand shop, thousands of wands were vibrating.

If it weren't for the magic cast on each box, they might have rushed out.

"Could something be wrong?"

Ollivander tentatively opened a box, and the wand inside couldn't wait to rush in front of Darren.

Darren looked at Ollivander, and only after Ollivander nodded did he carefully hold the wand.

Whoosh!

The room was filled with soft mist, and every piece of mist seemed to be lingering around Darren.

"This..."

Darren looked at Ollivander hesitantly.

He suspected that Ollivander was playing with him.

Trying to push all the wands he hadn't been able to sell for years onto him to offset the dividends from all these years.

"My god, it’s too magical, too marvelous... child, every wand here is telling me that they like you, that they hope to become your partner.

I said it before: the wand chooses the wizard; they hope to go on a great adventure with you."

Ollivander said admiringly; even though he was still heartbroken over his dividends, he was now attracted by Darren’s uniqueness.

"Is that so!"

Darren scratched his hair, looking at the vibration of so many wands, feeling hesitant in his heart, not knowing which one to choose.

"Mr. Ollivander, can I take them all? I can use the Potter family’s dividends from these years to pay for them."

If Ollivander really had that intention, then he had won; as a holy father, he couldn't refuse the allegiance of so many wands.

Just imagine so many wands casting the blasting curse simultaneously—it would probably be more powerful than Voldemort’s Avada Kedavra.

"No, no, no, child!"

Ollivander’s face turned green.

So many wands were his life’s work; if he sold them all at once, he would feel empty!

"Child, listen to me: although you think you need so many wands, you actually don't; you only need one wand, believe me!

Although the wand chooses the wizard, in this situation, it is the wizard choosing the wand; today you can only take one little treasure!"

Ollivander said firmly.