Chapter 39

Darren naturally didn't know Pocky's thoughts; he just smiled satisfactorily when he heard Pocky's answer.

A slave owner should also provide plenty of motivation for their slaves, especially since Pocky was a very useful house-elf.

It's just that he didn't know when Ollivander would hand over the money.

"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 that stupid house-elf would have forgotten about this matter long ago without his reminder.

As a result, after he reminded them, they were going to come and collect so many years of dividends.

What a huge, massive expenditure this was!

Back then, Grindelwald was causing a revolution in the wizarding world, monopolizing the sources of magical creatures, which almost caused his wand shop to go bankrupt.

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

However, people could also buy wands from Gregorovitch in Germany, and combined with Grindelwald's strength, no one looked favorably on his small shop; everyone thought it was finished.

Only Fleamont, because he made a lot of Galleons selling shampoo and was bored, used two thousand Galleons to buy ten percent of his shares.

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

Afterward, he had to give the Potter family tens of thousands of Galleons for nothing every year, and this went on for many years until James Potter died, and he finally stopped this behavior.

Assuming Ollivander's 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 Ollivander's Wand Shop, not even Harry Potter.

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

So unlucky!

What a huge amount of wealth this was!

Wasn't this little Potter brat supposed to be kind?

Why didn't he say he would waive all these years of dividend payments?

Ollivander thought with resentment.

His favorability toward Darren also plummeted.

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

"My right."

Darren said indifferently.

If he lost so many Galleons, 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 it shyly moved away on its own.

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

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

Ollivander introduced the wand incessantly.

Darren picked up the wand curiously.

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

But as soon as he touched this wand, the tip of the wand 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 was resigned 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—when you released your magic, it also vibrated."

Ollivander took out that wand.

Darren picked it up curiously.

Then, pink bubbles appeared all over the room.

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

Ollivander froze 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?"