Anyway, a wand still needs to be bought. Kyle cautiously pushed open the door and walked in. However, Diana and Chris did not follow him, probably thinking that buying a wand would take a long time. So, after learning that Kyle was going to Ollivander's first, they turned and went to Gringotts.

Inside the shop was much better than outside. Although it still looked quite old and the items were arranged rather chaotically, at least it was much cleaner. As the sound of a crisp wind chime echoed, a white-haired head appeared behind the counter at some point.

“Good afternoon, child.”

Ollivander looked at Kyle and inexplicably asked, “Did you come alone?”

“Yes,” Kyle replied in confusion, “Is there a problem?”

Ollivander shook his head. “No, of course not.”

As he spoke, Kyle vaguely saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes. Strange—why would he be disappointed when a customer walked in?

“Maybe I misread it,” Kyle shrugged and didn’t think much of it.

“Alright, little wizard.” Ollivander stepped out from behind the counter and asked, “Then, child, can you tell me your name?”

“Kyle, Choba,” Kyle said quickly.

“Choba…” Ollivander paused slightly, “Then Mr. Chris is…?”

“My father,” Kyle replied.

“Oh, of course…” Ollivander instinctively glanced outside the shop door but quickly averted his gaze, explaining, “I mean, after all, the surname Choba is not very common in the British wizarding world.”

It was confirmed; this old man was indeed disappointed! Kyle could see it clearly. As soon as he mentioned that Chris was his father, the disappointment in Ollivander's eyes was almost overflowing.

Not only that, but he also began to mumble, repeating something about willow wood or yew wood, his voice too soft for Kyle to hear clearly, but he didn’t mind.

At that moment, Kyle’s mind was filled with thoughts of his own wand, and he had no mood to pay attention to such trivial matters. After giving his name, Kyle proactively said, “Mr. Ollivander, I’m used to using my right hand.”

After saying that, he stretched out his arms straight to make it easier for Ollivander to measure his height and arms. He was very familiar with the process here.

Once the measurements were done, it should be time to select a wand, which was also the most time-consuming part. There were at least eight thousand wands here, and in Kyle's opinion, even Ollivander would find it difficult to identify a wand that perfectly matched a young wizard at first glance. He could only select a general range and then try them one by one.

He was ready for that. Moreover, trying out wands was one of the things Kyle wanted to do, just like moving a trash can.

However, Ollivander's next sentence left Kyle a bit bewildered.

“Oh, child, if it's yours, you don't need to.”

Next, without measuring his height or asking any details, Kyle just watched Ollivander walk into the counter, quickly pull out a box from the most prominent position, then open it and push it in front of Kyle.

The action was seamless, without a moment of hesitation.

“What are you waiting for? Go ahead and try it!”

Seeing Kyle not moving, Ollivander couldn't help but urge.

“Ah? Oh, okay.” Kyle finally came to his senses and instinctively picked up the wand from the box.

It was gray-black, very smooth in appearance, and aside from the necessary handle, there were no extra patterns or decorations. It looked quite ordinary.

As Kyle held the wand, before he could do anything, a burst of white light erupted from the tip, quickly filling the entire room. The originally dim and closed shop instantly became much brighter, as if a skylight had opened on the roof.

“Good, excellent.”

Ollivander looked very excited. Without waiting for Kyle to ask, he said to himself, “Thirteen and a half inches, cedar wood, phoenix feather. I must say, this is a very magical combination.”

“A magical combination?” Kyle asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Yes, magical.”

Ollivander gazed at Kyle and patiently explained, “Cedar wood wands are usually chosen by wizards who are wise and have keen insight. These wizards are naturally calm, and every choice they make is the result of careful consideration. Just like my father once said, you can never fool someone who wields a cedar wood wand; I strongly agree with this.”

“Therefore, those who possess cedar wood wands often prefer the stable and loyal unicorn tail hair, while phoenix tail feathers are a bit too assertive. In fact, I have made and sold a total of thirty-six cedar wood wands, of which thirty had unicorn tail hair as the core, five had dragon heartstring, and the last one…”

Ollivander did not speak further but smiled and pointed at Kyle.

Kyle asked in confusion, “But sir, didn’t you say that these two materials aren’t suitable for pairing together? Then why did you make it?”

“Materials are unsuitable, so I won’t make it? No, no, no, that’s wrong. Wands choose wizards, child. Each wand, from the moment it is born, will choose a destined owner, just like they…”

Ollivander pointed to the small mountain of wand boxes behind him and smiled, “They are still here not because they are bad, but because the time for their fate has not yet come. Their owners are just waiting for an owl from Hogwarts.”

Ollivander paused and continued, “Moreover, completely opposing wand bodies and cores can perfectly play their roles in a wizard's hand, which is also the most fascinating aspect of wand lore. Just like the wand in your hand, your father Chris once tried it, and your mother Diana also tried it, but they both missed it just a bit, just a little bit.

So after learning about your birth, I have been waiting for this day; it’s perfect, isn’t it?”

Uh… yeah.

Kyle instinctively nodded. The feeling in his palm, as if it were an extension of his own arm, indeed fascinated him, and he naturally couldn’t put down this wand he held.

Although the process was somewhat different from what he had imagined, the result was good, and Kyle was very satisfied with his wand.

“Well then, child, seven galleons.”

Ollivander looked even happier.

“Okay.” Kyle took out the seven galleons he had prepared earlier and placed them on the counter.

The first wand for a new student is usually seven galleons, which is a very favorable price in the magical world, but this offer only applies to newly enrolled young wizards.

After paying, Ollivander slightly bowed in acknowledgment and watched Kyle leave before turning to look at another young wizard who had just entered the shop, along with the adult following him.

“Oh, Mr. Thomas, nice to see you again. Eleven inches, hawthorn wood…”