Alas, here we go again.

Looking at the dazed Ollivander, Dumbledore beside him couldn't bear to watch, raising his right hand to rub his slightly aching forehead. From yesterday to today, he had witnessed similar situations far too many times. It seemed that Elena could always question some of the commonly held beliefs in the magical world from rather strange angles.

"Ahem, Mr. Ollivander, you don't need to worry too much about this issue. As far as I know, most Hogwarts graduates still use the wands they purchased when they first entered school. Let's continue choosing wands as we have in the past."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and gave Elena, who was about to say something, a stern look, gently patting Ollivander's shoulder, trying to get everything back on track.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes. My dear, please raise your arm."

Ollivander suddenly snapped back to his senses, gently snapped his fingers, and a silver measuring tape automatically unfurled, dancing around as it began to take Elena's measurements. Meanwhile, Ollivander himself darted between the shelves, busy taking long boxes containing wands down.

"Every Ollivander wand possesses extremely powerful magical substances, and this is the essence of them, Miss Kaslana," Ollivander explained, holding a large stack of wobbly long boxes as he returned to Elena's side. "We use unicorn hair, phoenix feathers, dragon heartstrings, and snake vertebrae as the core. If you want to fully unleash these powerful magical items, you will need to grow at least four or five more years."

"Dragon heartstring? Snake vertebrae?"

The silver-haired little loli keenly caught the words in Ollivander's mouth, and before Dumbledore could stop her, she quickly asked, "After these magical substances are stripped from living magical creatures, can they still maintain their activity—er, I mean, their magical properties?"

"Of course, in a sense, every wand has its own life. It is an art, not just a simple wooden stick."

The old man nodded proudly. The Ollivander family's secrets for determining the core and wand wood materials, integrating them, and having the wand choose its ideal owner have always been coveted by other wand makers.

"Alright."

Ollivander clearly didn't want to delve too deeply into this topic, and he took a wand from a long box in his arms and handed it forward. "So, Miss Elena, try this one. Vine wood and dragon heartstring, ten and three-quarters inches. Someone with outstanding intelligence like you should be well-suited."

*Gulp*

Just then, Ollivander was sure he heard an extremely faint sound of someone swallowing saliva.

Elena took the wand and muttered softly.

"In other words, the magic...ingredients (quietly)...sealed inside each wand have an ultra-long shelf life?"

As she spoke, the silver-haired little loli's gaze slowly became fiery, and she looked up at the dense array of long boxes around her, lightly licking her upper lip—each wand was a miniature little can!

*Buzz~*

The wand in Elena's hand trembled strangely, and the luster flowing on the wooden surface dimmed visibly in an instant.

"Oh, dear." Before Elena could react, Mr. Ollivander's face changed, and he immediately snatched the wand from her hand.

"Maple, 13 inches long, dragon heartstring. Try this one—" This time, even before the silver-haired little loli could grasp the wand, as her fingertip just touched the wand, it trembled slightly and then became gray and dilapidated.

"No, no—try this one, beech with unicorn tail hair, 9 and 3/4 inches, inclusive and full of wisdom, very flexible… hissed…"

As Elena tried one wand after another, she could clearly see a series of fine beads of sweat appearing on Mr. Ollivander's forehead. The benches and floor of the entire wand shop were piled with all sorts of wands, all of which were invariably in a state of lifelessness.

Even in the later stages, it was as if some terrible infectious disease, row after row of wands faded their vitality under Elena's fingers, and the entire wand shop was filled with an unspeakable, strange atmosphere.

"Hey, isn't this a bit too much?!"

Elena raised her eyebrows unhappily. Why was it that other people's protagonists had various strange phenomena and lights when they entered the wand shop, but she alone was like a plague god, and all the wands died in her hands?

"Calm down, don't rush, don't rush."

Ollivander took out a handkerchief to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and it was unclear whether he was comforting Elena or himself.

Having run the wand business for so many years, Ollivander had never seen a wizard who could make wands feel so scared—yes, scared.

As the creator of these wands, he could be sure that he felt the slight tremors emanating from each wand, like a small animal encountering a fierce predator.

"Ahem, a rather special customer. I think we can always find one here that is least afraid of you, uh, I mean, the most suitable and close to you—let me think—that's it!"

Ollivander glanced at Dumbledore, suddenly realized something, slapped his forehead, rushed into the shelf, and pulled out a long box that seemed to have been deliberately placed in the corner, solemnly handing it to Elena.

"An extraordinary combination, holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches long. Holly, symbolizing patience and perseverance, and phoenix feather, symbolizing courage and hope, I think there should be no problem."

"Uh, Professor Dumbledore..."

Elena blinked and subconsciously looked back at Dumbledore. Isn't this the wand of the savior Harry Potter! She wasn't worried that the wand would choose her, she was afraid that if she accidentally scared the little wand to death, what would happen when Harry came later.

"Is there a problem? Try it as Mr. Ollivander recommended..."

Dumbledore smiled kindly, without any other reaction.

"Alas—honestly, I have a bad feeling—"

Elena sighed and picked up the wand in Ollivander's somewhat expectant and somewhat apprehensive gaze.

As she grasped the end of the wand, a loud phoenix cry suddenly rang out in the entire Ollivander wand shop, and red rays of light flickered from the head of the wand, dyeing the space with a warm, golden color.

Mr. Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief and clapped his hands with a smile, saying, "Oh, great! Really, too good… eh?!"

The wand held in Elena's hand seemed to have gone mad, shaking violently in an unprecedented amplitude, more direct and fierce than the state shown by all previous wands.

*Whoosh~*

*Thud.*

The next moment, the mad phoenix wand broke free from the silver-haired little loli's palm and rushed straight upwards, hitting the hard ceiling heavily before losing power and falling back to the ground.

"Uh, so this wand, symbolizing courage... was scared away by me?"

Elena rubbed her palms with a dark face—because she used too much force, a clear red mark was rubbed on her palm. She had decided that during her time at Hogwarts, she would definitely eat a phoenix to relieve her anger.

"...Should, be."

Ollivander nodded somewhat sluggishly, glancing at Elena and the scattered wand "corpses" around her with a doubtful expression, falling into a long silence. Even he couldn't find a suitable wand for the time being.

At this time, Dumbledore, who had been quietly playing the role of spectator on the side, suddenly opened his mouth.

"It seems that Garrick needs to specially customize a wand for Miss Elena Kaslana, just like you once did."

In fact, before Garrick Ollivander took over the family business, most wand makers in the magical world were relatively casual in this regard. A customer would often give the wand maker their preferred magical substance inherited from their ancestors or trusted by their family.

This perception did not change until Garrick Ollivander, that is, the Mr. Ollivander in front of them, appeared.

Garrick Ollivander was a purist, he insisted that the best wand core should never be the whiskers of the customer's beloved Kneazle, or the dittany sprig that saved the customer's father from poisoning, or the hair of a mermaid the customer encountered while vacationing in Scotland.

On the contrary, the best wand should contain a powerful magical core, be made of carefully selected materials that complement the core's characteristics, and the wand should choose the wizard who is most attractive to it.

Although everyone initially resisted this seemingly subversive wand-making method, people soon discovered the fact: Ollivander's wands were better than any other wands.

"Customize a wand? It seems that this is the only way."

Ollivander frowned, although somewhat unwilling, it seemed that this was the only way at present. After all, the long-standing Ollivander family brand could not be flawed in his hands, but there was still one problem.

"I vaguely have a few options for wand materials, but Albus, what should I use for the core?"

"A strand of hair."

"My hair."

Dumbledore's and Elena's voices sounded almost simultaneously.

Ollivander thought carefully, spread his hands, and said seriously.

"That won't work. If I'm not mistaken, this Miss Elena Kaslana should be a Veela? The magical material contained in her hair is not enough to construct a powerful wand."

"She doesn't need a too powerful wand." Dumbledore shook his head, "The magical potential in her body is already amazing enough. For her, the most important thing is to learn how to control it, rather than pursuing more powerful power. I think this shouldn't be difficult for you, Garrick?"

As he spoke, Dumbledore gently waved his wand, and a strand of silver hair fell silently and floated into Ollivander's hand.

"Well, alright. If you insist. However, let me say in advance, customized wands are not cheap. As for the material, I suggest choosing black walnut."

Ollivander pondered for a while and shrugged helplessly in agreement.

"Wait, hiss, there's one more small, small, small... request."

Elena bit her lip, pulled out several strands of silver hair from her head in one breath, and tearfully handed them to Ollivander.

*Sniff* So painful ~~˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅

Then, the little loli asked with a well-behaved and flattering face, "Grandpa Ollivander, can you help me make two wands? After all, I'm special, and if one breaks, I'll have a spare."

Two? Ollivander looked at the silver-haired little loli in amusement. Did this little girl think wand making was a simple artisan's job? He shook his head and said proudly.

"Every Ollivander wand is unique, so..."

"Ahem," Dumbledore glanced at the tearful silver-haired little loli and cleared his throat, "I remember there is a unicorn herd living in the Forbidden Forest..."

"Of course, out of the utilization of precious magical materials, we also occasionally make wands with the same materials. Leave one"

Ollivander changed his words without hesitation, without noticing the subtle change in Dumbledore's expression next to him.

"Eh? Thank you, Professor Dumbledore, thank you, Mr. Ollivander."

Elena thanked them with delight—black walnut, that is a very rare top-grade wood for making chopsticks, ahem, wands.

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ps: Regarding the previous chapter, it needs to be explained that the protagonist did not propose a new concept, but inspired Ollivander from the path of researching materials and cores to the path of the exotic wand form he once took. It is similar to how fountain pens gradually disappeared from mainstream society after hard-nib pens appeared. Since wands have become a system of production, exotic wands have completely withdrawn from the market. But the short and simple wooden stick-shaped wand has become the mainstream format, but this does not mean that it has complete advantages and applicability in all scenarios. For example, some people also like greatswords and big sticks.

ps2: I have placed a description of the wand materials in the extra episode, taken from pottermore, and interested wizards can check it out.

ps3: Asking for recommendation tickets for feeding, sniff ~~ This is a super big chapter of nearly 4000 words.