Chapter 40

Ollivander tentatively opened a box, and the wand inside that box rushed in front of Darren impatiently.

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

Whoosh!

Soft mist filled the room, each wisp of mist seeming to linger around Darren.

"This..."

Darren looked at Ollivander hesitantly.

He was a bit suspicious that Ollivander was playing 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 magical, truly marvelous... child, every wand here is telling me that they like you, 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 exclaimed, and even though he was still feeling the heartache of his dividends from all these years, 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 this intention, then he had won; as a saintly father, he couldn't refuse the surrender of so many wands.

Just imagine so many wands casting the *Reducto* curse simultaneously; it would probably be even 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.