Chapter 6.

  Sihe experienced Lucius and Narcissa both khat buying wands was the most time-ing task, the first stop for shopping was chosen to be Ollivanders Wand Shop.

  As they pushed open the old shop door, a series of jingling bells rang out inside.

  Soren looked around; the shop was very small, with nothing but a long ben front of the ter. Not far away were thousands of narroer boxes stacked almost to the ceiling. Ollivander had been in the wand business for nearly hundreds of years and was one of the three major wand manufacturers in Europe. Soren remembered that the Ollivander family was also one of the Sacred 28 pureblood families.

  "Good m." A gentle voice came, and an old man seemed to suddenly appear in front of them. Draco was startled and instinctively grabbed Soren's clothes. It was obvious that this old man was Garrick Ollivahe owner of the shop.

  Soren's pupils could observe a unique sharpness in the old man's magic; although it was siderably weaker than Lucius's, he did not dare to uimate the old man in front of him and replied, "Mr. Ollivander, my brother and I are going to join Hogwarts this year, so we're here to purchase our new wands."

  "Of course, of course!" Ollivander's gaze was fixed on Soren. "You'll need wands to cast spells, but remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard! So, which of you Malfoy will go first?"

  Soren pushed Draco forward.

  Ollivander measured him, starting from shoulder to fiip, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, ko armpit, and finally measuring the head circumfereheook out a wand for Draco to try.

  Draco tried several times, and the wand that finally chose him was made of hawthorn wood and uni hair. It was exactly ten inches long, had a certain flexibility, and was well-designed. Hmm, uni hair; it seems Draco is still a pure-hearted child, Soren thought.

  Unis are beautiful creatures found in the forests of Northern Europe. A fully grown uni is a horse with pure white fur and a horn, often attrag pure and kied people, which gives uni hair the characteristic of fav good people. The hawthorn wood wand is favored by wizards with tradictory personalities or those going through periods of fusion.

  It was Soren's turn. After all the measurements were dohe measuring tape fell to the ground in a heap, and Ollivander picked up a wand.

  As soon as Soren held it in his hand, it was taken back by Ollivander. He furrowed his brow in thought for a moment, and Ollivaook out another wand for Soren to try. However, as soon as Soren held it, it was taken back again.

  This tinued as Soren tried one wand after another, with the same situatioing. Soren noticed that the wrinkles on Ollivander's forehead deepened with each attempt.

  Even Lucius, standing by, felt something was off and couldn't help but speak up: "Olivander, what's going on? Surely it seems like you don't have no suitable wand for my son here?"

  This statement seemed to hit a h Ollivander. He excimed, "Impossible!" He stared ily at Soren, as if trying to dis something from him, and murmured, "The Ollivander family has been making wands for over hundreds of years; there has never been a case where we could not meet a er's needs!"

  He paced bad forth, muttering to himself, and finally stopped. He looked up, revealing his somewhat bloodshot eyes, as if he had made some signifit decision, and drew out a wand, pointing it at the ceiling, ting, "accio!"

  The ceilied a rumbling sound, and a bck hole suddenly appeared. A redwood box, inid with f-sized gemstones, slowly floated down from the opening. As it desded, the gemstones sparkled, radiating brilliant red, blue, green, and white colors.

  Ollivander reached out to take the redwood box, gently caressing its patterns as if it were a lover, his face filled with nostalgia.

  He lightly tapped the box with his wand, and the brilliance of the gemstones vanished in an instant. The box opened by itself, revealing an unremarkable... wand.

  The wand was lohan any wand Soren had ever seen, at least 15 inches long, pletely bck.

  "Try this one, fifteen and a half inches, made of vine wood, with a core of Thestral tail feather. This is the st wand my grandfather made, and he was a very famous wand-maker of his time." Ollivander carefully took out the wand, as if holding a precious treasure, and slowly ha to Soren.

  Faced with this strauation, Soren first exged a gh Lucius, and after Lucius subtly nodded, he reached out to take the wand.

  As soon as Soren held it, a warm current surged through his fingers into his body, flowing within him, as if building a e with himself. This made him feel a bit strange, as if he were holding a small animal that had life and thoughts.

  Suddenly, the patterns on the wand glowed with a crimson light, and Soren's palm felt a scaldi, gently vibrating. The tip of the waed a white halo, making him appear like a host in highlight.

  A gentle whirlwind swept through the shop, swirling around Soren and the wand. Soren carefully sehis straate, feeling as if something had been added to him, while something else had been taken away.

  "Wonderful, truly wonderful!" Ollivander's voice became increasingly gentle. "I don't particurly like using Thestral tail feathers, but I must say, sir, you and this wand are indeed a very remarkable bination."

  "I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander!" Soren couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What made you feel remarkable just now?"

  Soren was genuinely curious; most of the wands Ollivander made used materials from phoenixes, unis, ons as cores, while the core of this wand was a Thestral tail feather, which was different from the other wands Ollivander had made.

  "You all know the 'Tales of Beedle the Bard', right? The story of the Three Brothers?" Ollivander asked softly.

  Seeing Soren and Draod, he tinued, "The elder brother's wand, the 'Elder Wand', acc to my aors' research, is made with a Thestral tail feather as its core..."

  "It is well-known that Thestrals are sidered a symbol of bad luck." Ollivander fixed his milky-white pupils on Soren. "This is a very straerial; only wizards who master death trol it. Moreover, vine wood wands are quite rare, and I 't help but notice that their owners are always those ambitious wizards who do not wish to funt their talents."

  "My grandfather always wao create a wand that could rival or even surpass the legendary Elder Wand. Personally, I believe this wand bination is superior to the Elder Wand. The Elder Wand only accepts powerful wizards as its master; overly pursuing power will only invite misfortune—few of its masters have ended well. This wand, however, has a much more restraiemperament. I believe its owner—"

  "Mr. Malfoy," Ollivander suddenly grasped Soren's arm, his pupils fshing with a ferveion, "I assure you that you will achieve extraordinary aplishments iure. I hope that in my lifetime, I hear your name as the master of this wand, celebrated throughout Britain, oh no, throughout the wizarding world..."

  Sore very plicated inside, but he also breathed a sigh of relief that this urchasing ordeal was finally over.

  Lucius, realising that his son had found a treasure, spontaneously took out a bag filled with thirty galleons to hand to Ollivander, but Ollivander refused to accept it, insisting that as long as Soreed the wand well, his wish would be fulfilled.

  , to save time, the Malfoy family decided to split up.

  Lucius went to the bookstore to buy textbooks, Narcissa went to buy cauldrons and potion ingredients, while Soren and Draco headed to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to purchase robes.

  On the way to Madam Malkin's, Soren curiously looked at the surrounding shops, including a dimly lit owl shop, where soft hooting sounds could be heard; several children around their age were leaning against a window, ily staring at a flying broom. Soren heard a boy say, "Look! This is the test model, the Nimbus 2000—the fastest flying broom!"

  ing back to his senses, Soren suddenly noticed that Draco was unusually quiet.

  "Soren, the old man said you will bee araordinary wizard iure, while he said nothing about me, It seems like there's nothing exceptional about me or my wand," Draco said, looking down, with a sour tone.

  Seeing him like this, Soren knew what was wrong with him, so he ed his arms around Draco's ned said, "Of course, I will be araordinary wizard. Just look at whose brother I am. It's just that you haven't practiced properly." After saying that, he shook Draco's shoulder again. "You just love to py too much."

  "Hahaha, you're absolutely right," Draco suddenly uood and said with a smile, "I o start w hard too! As an older brother, I definitely won't lose to you."

  Madam Malkin was a short, plump witch with a friendly smile, dressed in purple. She stood at the shop door and, upon seeing Soren and Draco, said with a smile, "Oh, two youlemen, are you here to buy Hogwarts uniforms? lenty here, in all styles, fabrics, and sizes."

  Soren smiled lightly and said, "Just give us two sets of fitting pin robes each. I have some other requirements for myself, so let's get the uniforms first and then discuss iail, okay?"

  As the two were taken to the back of the shop to be measured by a young witch, Soren heard someone else ing in for measurements. He turned his head and saw a skinny boy with bck hair, feeling that this boy seemed familiar. At that moment, Draco also turned his head and said, "Hey, are you going to Hogwarts too?"

  The other party seemed a bit at a loss and could only nod shyly.

  Draco tinued, "My dad is door buying our books, and my mom is out shopping for school supplies. Then I want t them to see the flying broomsticks. I don't uand why first-year students 't have their own broomsticks. I think I'll have to force my dad to buy me one, and then find a way to sneak it in. You think the same way, right, Soren?"

  Soren rolled his eyes and ignored his brother, instead smiling kindly at the little boy, "Hello, I'm Soren Malfoy. This is my brother, Draalfoy. We're both udents going to Hogwarts this year. o meet you."

  "Oh, hello, I'm Harry Potter. I'm alsd to meet you," Harry replied.

  "Merlin's beard, you really are Harry Potter." Draco asked excitedly, "Ahem, I mean, it's great to meet you."

  The three stood together chatting for a while about their fantasies and aspirations fwarts, and then talked a bit about broomsticks and Quidditch. After purchasing their uniforms, Harry bid farewell to the two—he still o buy other things. Draco eagerly wa Soren to see broomsticks, but Sore Draco away on the grounds that he wasn't very ied in Quidditch, and stayed behind to ask Madam Malkin about the types of wizard robes.

  Madam Malkin's robe shop didn't just sell pin robes fwarts students; it also offered a variety of everyday wizard robes—

  There were decorative long robes with faint golden floral stripes, fitted long robes that made one look slimmer, loose long robes that appeared more casual, robes that automatically lengthened as one grew taller, and temperature-reguting robes that kept warm in winter and cool in summer;

  By the way, all the robes sold by Madam Malkin came with two funs: automatic ironing and automatic repair, so there was o worry about wrinkles, dampness, or damage.

  Soren had always had a question while reading the inal book in his previous life: the design ahetics of wizard robes were ied from medieval times, and for over a thousand years, they had remained unged in appearand design, with no improvements whatsoever. Leaving aside the subjective factor of whether they looked good or not, these wide and fluffy wizard robes were not ducive to running and agile dodging, and in battles among wizards, they could be a hindranot to mention the unfortuuation of tripping over one's own robe.

  Moreover, these wizard robes didn't e with any practical funs, such as the ability to defend against certain curses, or funs to reduce weight and increase agility and speed, or the ability to ge appeara will to aid in disguise along with Transfiguration, and so on...

  Based on Soren's uanding of the wizarding world and magic, creating wizard robes with these funs was definitely not a far-fetched idea.

  After Soren raised his questions to Madam Malkin, her expression was quite plex as she looked at him. She was amazed by the various ideas and thoughts presented by this young boy.

  She expio Soren that she could indeed create a robe with the funs he described, but first, the wizarding world had been peaceful for a long time, and she believed that su expensive wizard robe would not have a rge market. Sedly, she admitted that the wizarding world had been stagnant for too long, and pared to the progressively advang Muggles, the wizarding world was indeed gging behind in terms of aesthetid funal needs in clothing.

  Then Soren requested Madam Malkin to specially tailor a bat wizard robe for him, listing his requirements one by ohe design of this bat robe focused on a close-fitting and streamliyle, with the fabric chosen to be bird and snake skin—providing enough esticity to ensure agility. Visually, it resembled a Muggle suit jacket.

  There had to be a hidden pocket sewn into each cuff to store his wand or other ons, allowing him to enter bat mode anytime and anywhere. The robe's pockets o be expanded using a seamless extension spell, capable of holding his luggage and personal book library.

  In addition, the fabrieeded to undergo special treatment through alchemy, ensuring it would never get stained with dust or other impurities, including blood, while the roof and moisture-proof features would help Soren maintain a and dry state at all times. Of course, temperature regution and breathability were also essential to ensure fort in any season or location.

  Initially, Soren wao add funs such as defense, gravity redu, and appearaeration, but Madam Malkin expressed her inability to aodate those requests, stating that no amount of Galleons would ge that, and Soren had to give up.

  The tail, sewing, and special treatment of this bat robe were quite plicated and time-ing. Madam Malkin inally did not io take on this business, as her status in the wizarding clothing industry meant she was not short of work or money. However, when Soreioned his pn t this idea to the Extraordinary Clothing Store, potentially creating a new reputation and bringing new visibility to the store, Madam Malkin wavered.

  Madam Malkin also khat the clothing design in the wizarding world was ioo g and dreary; if the Extraordinary Clothing Store could successfully tap into a new market, it would seriously threaten her future market share. With that in mind, she had no choice but to agree to do her best for Soren.

  This bat robe was worth 30 Galleons, more than seven times the price of a regur wizard robe. Madam Malkin said she would wo weeks for tail and sewing. After Soren paid half the deposit which he had been accumuting thanks to his mother who oftened used them as reward.

  After madam Malkin said that the robes would be delivered directly to him by owl after their pletion, Sore happily.

  In the evening, as the shops in Diagon Alley closed one by one, Mr. Ollivander sat in his wand shop on a chair, with an opey mahogany box in front of him. He stared bnkly at the box, murmuring to himself, "Grandfather, could I be wrong..."

  "I have always believed that phoenix tail feathers, uni hair, and dragostrings are the most stable and suitable materials for wand cores, which is why I abahe tradition of wands for the family... Could it be that it is not the wand that chooses the wizard, but—"

  "Fate chooses the wizard?"