Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

The two old men chatted for a while, and while they talked, Aeris looked around the little shop.

This small shop only has a bar and a long chair. Except for some space in front and behind the bar, the rest of the place is densely packed with long boxes. In some places, the boxes almost touch the ceiling.

"I have a humble request, Albus," said Mr. Ollivander hesitantly.

"There is no need to be so polite between us, Garrick," Professor Dumbledore replied gently.

"If I may," said Mr. Ollivander nervously, "I would like to see your wand for a moment. Of course, if that is too much trouble..."

Before Mr. Ollivander could finish his words, Professor Dumbledore already had an exquisite stick with distinct joints in his hand, and he handed the wand horizontally to Mr. Ollivander.

Mr. Ollivander carefully took it with both hands, as if holding a treasure. He murmured excitedly, "Elderwood, fifteen inches long, the core is the Thestral tail feathers, very flexible, not easy to be damaged, suitable for all kinds of spells, this exquisite craftsmanship is amazing, amazing!"

Mr. Ollivander played with the wand for a while, then held it in his hands and solemnly returned it to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore took it, but in a moment of distraction, the wand disappeared.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Albus?" asked Mr. Ollivander.

"Oh!" said Professor Dumbledore, "Our Mr. Grindelwald needs a wand."

Only then did Mr. Ollivander's silver-gray eyes turn to Aeris. "Ah! Mr. Grindelwald!" Mr. Ollivander said, "The wand your grandfather used when he was a student was not from our Ollivander family. He should have bought the wand from Gregorovitch. But I have an idea. Please wait a moment."

Mr. Ollivander turned back to the back hall, and after a while of rummaging, he came out holding an exquisite long wooden box. When he opened the box, he found a wand inside that was the same style as Professor Dumbledore's.

Mr. Ollivander picked up the wand and stroked it gently with his fingers, as if introducing it or muttering to himself: "This is a wand I carefully imitated. It is made of elderberry and thestral tail feathers. It is eleven and three-quarters inches long and has good flexibility. Although it is not as good as Albus's, it is also my painstaking work. Come and try it, Mr. Grindelwald."

Mr. Ollivander handed the wand to Edwards. Edwards took it and immediately felt as if his arm had been extended a little longer. The wand also seemed to be happy. Strings of colorful lights burst out from the tip of the wand, illuminating the small shop like a dream.

Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Ollivander applauded at the same time. Mr. Ollivander said in surprise: "I have also recommended this wand to several talented young wizards, but in their hands, this wand is just like an ordinary stick. I once thought that this wand was not made successfully. It turns out that it is waiting for you, Mr. Grindelwald. It is the wand that chooses its master! It is the wand that chooses its master!" There was a sense of pride, satisfaction and relief in his tone.

Aris paid eleven gold Galleons to buy the wand. Mr. Ollivander patted Aris on the shoulder, as if to encourage him or to himself: "You will definitely achieve extraordinary success in the future, Mr. Grindelwald..."

Mr. Ollivander escorted the old man and the young boy out of the shop and bowed to see them off. Professor Dumbledore and Aries also bowed in return, and Aries waved goodbye to Mr. Ollivander.

"How do you feel about Garrick, Aeris?" Professor Dumbledore asked softly.

"I feel," Aesus murmured, "that he is an old man with a strong craftsman spirit and is worthy of respect."

"Garrick has devoted his entire life to the wand," said Professor Dumbledore. "He has single-handedly raised the safety of wizards' spellcasting to more than one level. He deserves one of Merlin's lifetime achievement medals!"