Chapter 13: The Unusual Customers at Ollivanders Wand Shop Today

"The only thing left is to find you a wand." Crouch Sr muttered as he glanced over the list, then looked towards a nearby shop, "Let's head to Ollivanders Wand Shop and pick out a wand that suits you."

This trip was finally coming to an end.

Crouch Sr never thought shopping could be so tiring.

"Any wand works for me," Wilson remarked casually, holding a birdcage in one hand, "The main purpose of a wand is to make me look like a proper wizard. Losing a wand means losing the ability to fight..."

Recalling the scenes from his battle with Wilson, Crouch Sr spoke with a solemn tone, "When they think that way, they're already on the brink of death..."

Typically, a wand serves as a conduit for a wizard to control their magic, and every wizard values their wand greatly, including Voldemort and Dumbledore.

However, for Wilson...

The disguise effect of a wand far outweighs its actual use.

Because Wilson doesn't need any medium to unleash magic; he can cast spells freely without a wand, a fact Crouch Sr experienced firsthand.

That day...

The winds were strong.

That day...

Crouch Sr was severely beaten.

Due to his lack of understanding of Wilson's abilities, Crouch Sr couldn't even cast a complete spell in front of Wilson, who was still a child.

In that battle, Crouch Sr experienced excruciating pain, finally understanding the cruelty of his son's actions when he joined the Death Eaters, using the Cruciatus Curse on other wizards.

"Let's go," Wilson glanced at Crouch Sr, lost in thought, and awakened him, "Hopefully, we'll find a sturdy wand inside."

"Sturdy..." Crouch Sr didn't feel too good hearing that adjective. After some thought, he explained, "But, I believe you shouldn't underestimate the usefulness of a wand..."

As they approached Ollivanders Wand Shop, a dark-haired teenager and a middle-aged man emerged from the shop... Cedric Diggory and his father.

The teenager, Cedric, had a red face, clutching a wand box awkwardly as he walked beside his father, appearing somewhat helpless.

Were they picking out a wand at Ollivanders Wand Shop?

Wilson and Crouch Sr had already bought everything else they needed. Did Cedric just needed so much time to find a suitable wand in the shop?

Was finding a suitable wand really that difficult?

"Mr. Crouch, Wright, good to see you again," Amos Diggory greeted them cheerfully, introducing his son's successful wand selection, "We finally found the perfect wand for Cedric. Twelve and a quarter inches, made of holly, representing purity and truth, with a unicorn hair core..."

Cedric's face turned even more embarrassed.

"That sounds like an excellent wand," Crouch Sr's brow furrowed slightly. He had been polite to Amos, but now he was unsure how to respond to his boasting...

This guy...

He seems to never consider other people's feelings.

The entire British wizarding world knew Crouch Sr's situation. He personally sent his own son to Azkaban, letting him die there...

"Congratulations," Wilson interrupted Amos's speech, turning to Cedric, "By the way, do you need to buy anything else?"

"Yes, there are still many things on my list..." Cedric nodded hurriedly, then looked at Wilson with gratitude, "Well, we'll be going now... Wilson, see you at school."

After saying goodbye, Cedric lightly patted his father's arm and led him away towards other shops.

"What are you thinking, Mr. Crouch?" Wilson looked at Crouch Sr, who was standing still, with a slight smile, "Do you think Cedric's father praised his son too much?"

"No... maybe," Crouch Sr shook his head slightly, then nodded quickly, his voice becoming somewhat subdued, "Actually, Barty was once very outstanding, but I never praised him in person..."

Indeed.

His son, Barty Jr, was once very talented.

Unfortunately, Crouch Sr had never praised him once, leading Barty Jr to ultimately stray and join Voldemort's ranks.

Crouch Sr was always very serious and dignified in front of anyone, including his son. Now, he even felt a bit envious of Amos's straightforwardness.

Although it seemed foolish and even annoying...

It allowed a father's love to be expressed so freely.

"Let's go, let's choose a wand first," Wilson shook his head, choosing not to comfort Crouch Sr, but instead pushed open the door of Ollivanders Wand Shop.

Inside, they were greeted with a messy wand shop.

Wand boxes were scattered all over the shelves and floor, making the shop look like it had just been robbed.

Even Wilson couldn't help but feel a bit confused at the sight. Had Voldemort already returned ahead of time?

The shop only had one old man trembling as he tried to tidy up the wand boxes on the ground. Upon hearing the door open, he instinctively spoke, "Amos, I assure you, this wand is absolutely perfect for Cedric. No need to choose another wand..."

"..." Wilson and Crouch Sr exchanged glances.

It was obvious.

Amos Diggory had tormented this wand seller to help his son Cedric find a suitable wand.

This old man who was tidying up was none other than Ollivander himself.

One of the top three wandmakers in the European wizarding world.

"Hmm?" Ollivander heard the silence inside the shop and couldn't help but look up, then saw a gray-haired teenager and the familiar Crouch Sr.

This scene made Ollivander subconsciously relax, apologizing somewhat apologetically, "Sorry, I thought it was Amos..."

Because just now, Amos had kept expressing his hope for Ollivander to find a better wand for his son Cedric.

A wand that didn't suit a wizard could make their magic unable to adapt, sometimes causing their magic to dwindle, and other times releasing uncontrollable magic that would damage the surrounding environment.

Because they had chosen too many...

The wand shop now looked like this.

"No problem," Crouch Sr shook his head slowly, understanding Ollivander's emotions, "Mr. Diggory can be a bit excessive at times."

"Sometimes it's not a good thing..." Ollivander nodded in agreement before defending Amos, "But he does have an excellent son, Cedric, who deserves a father's praise..."

Speaking of which, Ollivander extended his finger to rub his forehead, unable to help but praise, "That child is truly outstanding... how should I put it... that child already has the demeanor of an excellent wizard... I only watched him for a while... and felt that he is the standard we expect from young ones..."

As Ollivander finished his praise for Cedric, he stepped over the scattered wand boxes on the ground, trembling as he approached them.

The old man's gaze slowly fell on the gray-haired teenager standing beside Crouch Sr, his silver-white eyes unable to stop scrutinizing Wilson's face.

"This is..."

"This is Wilson," Crouch Sr introduced, "Wilson Wright, a new student at Hogwarts this year."

"I'd like to choose a wand," Wilson took the initiative to speak up, stating his requirements seriously, "A wand with a sturdy enough quality that even if my magic is depleted, I can still use it to break someone's bones..."