Harry Potter: Becoming a Study God

Chapter 580: A Wand That Chooses a Pure Heart

The Ollivander family was the oldest wandmaker family in Britain. They opened a wand shop in Diagon Alley, and almost every child who went to Hogwarts bought their very first wand from their store.

His purpose for coming here was obvious—to check the champions' wands and make sure they were in good condition before the competition.

The white-haired, disheveled old man stood in the middle of the room. One by one, people stepped forward and handed him their wands for inspection.

"Mahogany, twelve and three-quarter inches, dragon heartstring… ah, a rather supple wand…"

Ollivander spoke in a gentle voice, giving the wand a casual wave. A jet of golden sparks burst from its tip.

"Well maintained, no problem at all, child."

Ollivander handed the wand back to Olga of Koldovstoretz. The red-haired boy twitched slightly at being called a "child."

Natalia walked forward briskly and handed him her own wand.

Meanwhile, Wade, Harry, and Cedric sat together while they waited. Harry, seeing Cedric's gleaming wand, quickly rubbed his own back and forth on his sleeve.

"I've been forgetting to maintain it lately," Harry said with a frown. "Too many things going on—when I'm focused on one, I forget the other."

"Luckily, I polished mine just last night," Cedric grinned.

Wade glanced at them as he gently twirled his wand between his fingers, and occasionally exchanged a look with Rita, who was sitting nearby.

Ollivander worked quickly, soon moving on to Cedric, then Harry—lingering over Harry's wand longer than anyone else's with a look of excitement—before finally arriving at Wade.

Wade had assumed Ollivander wouldn't remember him. After all, he had been just another ordinary first-year from the Muggle world, and his wand had no particularly special history.

But when Wade stepped forward holding his wand, Ollivander's eyes lit up noticeably. A smile spread across his face, and his wrinkles seemed to deepen.

"Oh, so it's you," he said, glancing at the wand before looking Wade in the face. "I remember this wand—poplar, unicorn tail hair core, twelve inches, isn't it?"

"Yes," Wade handed the wand to Ollivander. "You have an amazing memory, Mr. Ollivander."

"Poplar wood and unicorn hair are both common wand materials, but the combination of the two is usually very difficult to find a suitable master for. The requirements for such a wand are, in fact, extremely demanding."

Ollivander lowered his head, and ran his long fingers slowly along the smooth wand shaft.

"Excuse me."

The headmaster of Durmstrang, Karkaroff, suddenly leaned forward with his eyes fixed on Ollivander. "I recall hearing that poplar wood and unicorn hair usually prefer to choose wizards with a pure and kind heart. Is that true?"

Ollivander looked up. His silvery eyes stared at Karkaroff like two transparent mirrors, reflecting his innermost thoughts.

"Yes," Ollivander said, not quite answering the question directly. "Wands will always choose their wizards in their own way."

"Oh, thank you for your answer."

Karkaroff, apparently satisfied, slowly leaned back, glanced at Dumbledore, and allowed a confident, relaxed smile to spread across his face.

The other headmasters and champions in the room began looking at Wade with much softer expressions—especially the girls, whose gazes carried warmth and a hint of amusement.

Wade didn't need Legilimency to know that this sudden friendliness was because they now saw him as non-threatening, likely imagining him as a harmless little white rabbit—the sort who could "return good for evil" like a saint.

He glanced at Dumbledore and saw that the old wizard's expression remained as gentle and calm as ever, as if he hadn't noticed Karkaroff's underlying intent at all.

Only Harry's face looked faintly odd, but as he was shorter than the others, no one else noticed.

"The wand's in good condition, child."

Ollivander gave the wand a light wave, and some cool snowflakes appeared out of thin air, drifting down over everyone's heads.

He then handed the wand back to Wade and called up the next student from Uagadou—

"Mr. Baboucarr Okondo, it's your turn."

Wade put his wand away and returned to his seat. Cedric looked at him regretfully and said, "Wade, did the Sorting Hat ever consider putting you in Hufflepuff?"

Wade: "…"

He ground his teeth slightly in secret, propped his chin up, and casually said, "No one gets sorted purely based on their wand, right?"

"That's true." Cedric relaxed and smiled. "I've never seen anyone who likes the pursuit of knowledge more than you."

"Exactly, which is why I'm in Ravenclaw," Wade said with a half-smile.

The wand inspection alone took more than an hour, and after that came the photography session. The photographer and Rita tried every possible way to get the perfect group photo, spending a long time just deciding on the positions.

Once the group photo was done, the judges left. But afterward, Rita insisted on pulling the champions aside one by one for individual photos—no one could leave the classroom until theirs was taken.

Wade was kept for last. By the time he finished, there were only three people left in the room.

"Henry, why don't you go and take a panoramic shot of Hogwarts? I think readers would love to see the champions dining together in the Great Hall."

With just a few words, Rita Skeeter managed to send the photographer away. She then pulled out a roll of parchment and a Quick-Quotes Quill.

"Mr. Grey, may I have a few minutes for a private interview?" she asked.

Wade glanced at Henry, who was heading for the door with the camera on his back, and said, "Of course."

"Oh, as far as I know, you're much younger than most of the other champions. What made you decide to enter this Tournament? You do know that many champions have died in the past, don't you?"

Rita asked in her most proper, reporter-like manner.

Wade pretended to think about it, waiting until Henry had stepped outside before asking, "What do you actually want to tell me?"

"An interview, of course! An interview!" Rita Skeeter shook the parchment in her hands so it rustled noisily. "Have you forgotten you still owe me an exclusive?"

Wade: "…When did that happen?"

The moment the words left his mouth, he vaguely remembered that he might have agreed to something like that before.

"Hmm?" Rita Skeeter's eyebrows arched high. "Do I need to pull my own memories out to help you recall?"

"Forget it, that's not necessary." Wade waved a hand. "What do you want to ask?"

Skeeter looked into his eyes, then suddenly changed her mind.

"Oh, on second thought, I think I should save this interview for when you win the championship. An exclusive then will be far more valuable."

"You heard what Ollivander just said," Wade reminded her. "My wand's made of poplar wood with a unicorn hair core."

"Yes, but I trust my own eyes more."

Rita handed him the stack of parchment. "Here's the information you wanted. There's been a lot of big news lately—take your time looking through it."

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