Chapter 16

Ollivander didn't lie to Darren.

That side did indeed say they wanted ten thousand Jin Jin Jin Jialong, and this money wasn't all for Ollivander; half went to Ollivander, and the other half had to be mailed to them.

Ollivander said that Darren didn't have to buy it and could choose the other two wands, which were very cheap.

His tone was quite sincere.

Clearly, he wasn't trying to scam Darren.

Darren sighed heavily; if he could, he would also want to put this wand down.

But thinking of that Azure Dragon’s figure, his heart was shamefully moved.

Damn, if it’s not good to use, when he gets rich in the future, he’ll definitely go find that dragon to return it!

"Paqi, pay the bill..."

Darren looked at Paqi and said with heartache.

Paqi accepted it quite well.

When he served Master James in the past, it was tens of thousands of Jin Jin Jin Jialong at every turn.

And that was for buying useless things like figurines.

Young Master Darren spent very little.

The only problem was that he had to put earning money on the agenda.

After paying the price of 9999 Galleons and 493 Knuts, Ollivander finally told Darren the message the Azure Dragon asked him to pass on.

It was a book.

"Journey to the West"

Darren was still waiting for Ollivander to tell him more information, but Ollivander shrugged, indicating he didn't know either.

"I’ve studied this book and know it’s an ancient novel from the East.

But I really don't understand what it means; I think it might be a trap left by that Azure Dragon to make people cough up ten thousand Galleons?"

Ollivander’s expression was playful.

Clearly, he really thought that was the case.

After all, this wand had been made for ten years, and in the first few years, he had studied it often.

He even learned Chinese for it, but it was of no use.

Darren secretly despised him—is the profoundness of my Chinese something you can fully understand?

One minute later.

Holding his ten thousand Jin Jin Jin Jialong—no, his wand—Darren walked out looking like he had been hollowed out.

And as he walked out, Ollivander quickly wrote two letters and sent them out.

One was sent to the East, accompanied by five thousand Jin Jin Jin Jialong.

One was sent to Hogwarts.

Hogwarts.

In Dumbledore’s office.

An owl dropped off a letter.

An aged hand couldn't wait to open the letter.

Dear Albus:

I received that child, and just as you guessed, he caused a great sensation in the wand shop; my treasures were almost all taken away by him.

You saw it right, all of them!

He resonated with all the wands, including some extremely evil ones.

I don't know if this is good or bad, so I can only leave it to you to decide.

However, what surprised me was that he was not interested in those powerful evil wands; he only liked wands that symbolized kindness.

Perhaps he is building a "kind" persona?

Just kidding; it’s impossible for anyone to give up powerful strength for a so-called persona, not even you.

Alright, Albus, forgive me; I’m not blaming you, I’m just too angry.

Do you know?

To receive this child, I am going to lose nearly one hundred thousand Jin Jin Jin Jialong; god, just thinking about this number, my heart is strongly resisting.

Forget it, I don't want to talk to you about this anymore; just mentioning it makes my heart ache like a knife.

Also, he took away that wand I showed you a long time ago, paying ten thousand Jin Jin Jin Jialong; I think he was scammed, that wand isn't worth that much at all.

But you understand, wizards can also choose wands; he really liked that wand.

Alright, that’s it; I need to take a good look at the Jin Jin Jin Jialong I have stored in Gringotts; perhaps by tomorrow, I might lose most of it.

Your friend: Garrick Ollivander

Dumbledore put down the envelope and wrote a reply very slowly.

Every word seemed to be deliberated.

Finally, he finished the reply.

He summoned an owl and sent the letter to his friend, Ollivander.

"Dumbledore, is there a problem with that child?"

A portrait on the wall suddenly asked.

Below her portrait was written: 1741-1768, Dilys Derwent.

She was the only female headmistress of Hogwarts and also a prominent healer.

Her portrait also hung in St. Mungo’s.

Dumbledore looked at her and shook his head, saying in a light tone:

"Not at all; there is no problem with Darren, but I do not wish for the fact that he caused all the wands to vibrate to spread."

According to my limited knowledge, there has never been a person in history who could cause all wands to vibrate, not even Merlin."

Dumbledore made a joke.

But Dilys already understood what he meant.

Rarity means importance.

If it spreads, Darren might very well be targeted by many people.

"Ha, then just lock that child up; that way others won't be able to harm him!"

A portrait on the wall suddenly opened its eyes and said excitedly.

"Phineas, you are truly the most annoying headmaster; no wonder the children don't like you!"

Dilys looked at him angrily.

That child hadn't done anything wrong—just because he was different, he had to be locked up?

"So what? I don't care if those stupid children like me; I usually hung children who made mistakes upside down in the dungeon.

I think Albus is too kind to them now; for example, those two Gryffindor twins, they are too lawless—in my day, they would have been expelled long ago!"

Phineas Black said angrily.

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, ignoring his outburst.

Instead, he said thoughtfully:

"I need to ask Ollivander to keep it a secret, but my old friend is someone who likes to show off; perhaps I should go talk to him properly soon."

Dumbledore’s wise blue eyes flickered behind his glasses.

The Azure Dragon from the East...

"Journey to the West"

Could it really just be a meaningless price tag?

And that child Darren—he thought he would be more suitable for a cypress and phoenix tail feather wand.

He had specifically sent it to Ollivander a few days ago, but the child didn't choose it.

You have to know that the child’s godfather, Remus Lupin, used a cypress and phoenix feather wand; he thought they should be the same.

But there was still a gap.

How could an Eastern Azure Dragon be better than his phoenix?

The child chose wrong!