Harry Potter's Chaotic Twin (Ch 32) (Patreon)
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Ollivander laughs. “Ha! No, no. There is little chance of that. The magic flows through the wand and is expelled from the tip. I cannot even fathom how badly one would need to offend a wand for it to cast itself upon the wielder.”
In the distant countryside, a little ginger boy sneezes.
“Now,” he claps his hands. “Let us see what would be a good fit for you.” He vanishes into the maze of shelves, his mutterings too faint for us to understand.
“Ah, how about this one!” He makes his way back to us, a wand in hand. “Here you go, young one. Just a quick flick to see how it handles.”
Hesitantly, Clarity takes the wand. Holding it gingerly, she gives a light flick towards the desk. We all watch, but even after a few minutes nothing happens.
I decide to tap the desk with my fist, and once I do, the corner I tapped falls off! I yelp in surprise and scramble to catch it.
With a disappointed look on his face, Ollivander takes the wand back. “My poor desk…” He mutters.
Having caught the corner piece, I can’t help but roll my eyes. Why are you having kids experimenting with wands out here if you’re so worried about your stuff!? Seriously, if he doesn’t want to risk his stuff breaking, he should have a room dedicated to testing connections.
Thankfully (for him) the second wand he brings back seems to match with Clarity. It’s not as dramatic as when Harry got his wand, but the sparkles of shimmering colors coming out of the wand are still breathtaking.
“Hmm, yes. An Elm wood wand with a unicorn hair core. A pleasant combination for those with elegance in their wandwork.”
Hold up.
“””Did you just say unicorn!?”” Three voices shout at him.
He stumbles back in surprise at our sudden shout, placing a hand on his chest. “Dear me, young people nowadays.” He gives us the kind of look that lets us know we did something wrong, but instead of telling us is just going to let us stew in his disappointment.
“Yes, unicorn hair was used for the core of this wand. It is actually one of the most common cores for wands. Followed closely by dragon heartstrings. And phoenix feathers being the rarest core. Mr. Potter’s wand is one such that has a phoenix feather for its core.”
“…”
Nobody says anything in response to his words, but we all internalize a goal for ourselves to achieve before the school year starts. We need to study the magical world as much as possible.
“Well then, now that Ms. Insania is taken care of, that only leaves you, Ms. Potter.”
I nod, my excitement growing now that I know what goes into these things. Although it’s a bit odd that there are only three types of cores. Considering the vast variety of creatures I presume exist, you would think they would use more than those three.
As I’m lost in my musings, he returns with a wand for me to try.
But before I can even grab it, it falls from his hands and lands on the floor.
We stare at it in surprise. He chuckles, but there are hints of uncertainty to it. “Dear me, I suppose my grip wasn’t as strong as I thought it was. Ah, could you perchance pick it up? My back isn’t what it used to be.”
I shrug. It’s not really an issue for me. I just wish that his grip was stronger. It can’t be easy being an old man stuck by yourself.
I mean, I assume he’s stuck by himself since I haven’t seen anyone helping him. Poor bachelor. You would think he would have good grip strength by now.
Disregarding my inane thoughts, I bend down to pick up the wand. But to the surprise of everyone here, it starts to roll away!
We all watch as it rolls behind Ollivander and rotates, almost like it’s hiding behind him.
“...”
After yet another moment of silence, Ollivander clears his throat and steps away from the wand. “Well, this is unexpected. Ms. Insania, would you please try to pick up the wand?”
Shooting me a wary glance, she does as he asks and picks it up no trouble.
“Hmm. Now please try to hand the wand to Ms. Potter.”
She does so, but as I stretch my hand out it shoots to the back of the store. We all stare in the direction it went and say nothing.
Now highly offended, I ignore Ollivander’s squawks of indignation as I stomp my way between the shelves.
And then all hell breaks loose.
All at once boxes holding wands are flying off the shelves, the wands falling free and rolling away. Those that don’t manage to get out are buried in the discarded boxes of those that do.
I attempt to grab a few wands as they fall through the air, but somehow I miss! At some point I do manage to grab one, but when I do it shatters! HOW!?
Eventually no more boxes are falling, and no more wands are in sight. I look back at the shocked faces of my twin and Clarity, and the horrified face of Ollivander. Tears of rage build at the corners of my eyes but do not fall. Instead I voice my rage.
“WHAT THE F-!”
Before I can finish my shout, something hits my head and I bite my tongue.
“Ngh!” I grab the offending object and glare at it as I rub my head with my other hand. Then I realize that it’s a wand.
I stare at it suspiciously for a moment, but it just rests in my hand. Though unlike the other wands I’ve seen, instead of being a single color, it has slightly differing shades worked into it.
Putting my irritation on the backburner, I approach Ollivander. It takes me waving my hand in front of his face to get his attention away from his now destroyed shop, but I manage.
“What kind of wand is this?” I ask with as much innocence as I can muster.
Eager to latch onto any distraction he can, he eagerly examines the wand. “It seems to be a mixture of Pine and Dogwood bound together around a phoenix feather. Though I’m not entirely sure where it came from, seeing as I never made such a thing.”
I nod and grip it tightly, making my way back to Harry and Clarity while my free hand reaches into my pouch. I signal Harry with my eyes and he seems to understand.
As I pass the desk, I drop ten galleons on it and use the same hand to push Clarity towards the door. Harry drops fifteen since he grabbed more of them from the vault.
Basically running out of the shop, I shout out as the door closes behind us. “Thank you haveaniceday!”
Inside, Ollivander looks around with dejection filled eyes. But if you look closely, there is the slightest turn of his lips. Afterall, he’d never seen such an… interesting reaction between a witch and a wand before.
With a heavy sigh, he gets to work cleaning up. Outside, Hagrid is showing Harry the new owl he bought him.
For some reason, he didn’t buy one for Misha.