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Ollivanders Wand Shop.
Sherlock tried wand after wand, yet none seemed suitable for him.
Faced with this situation, Ollivander showed no impatience.
On the contrary, he grew increasingly excited.
Sherlock said nothing, passively cooperating with the shop owner's selections, appearing quite patient.
Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, however, exchanged glances.
Mainly because neither understood what kind of wand Ollivander considered truly suitable.
In their view, Sherlock had barely taken hold of a wand—let alone waved it, sometimes not even raising it—before the peculiar old man snatched it away.
This had happened several times already.
Finally, Mrs. Holmes couldn't resist whispering a suggestion to her husband, "Tarnan, perhaps we should look elsewhere?"
Mr. Holmes hesitated as well: "But I heard this is the only shop here..."
"Ha?"
Unexpectedly, Ollivander's hearing proved exceptionally sharp. Though his attention had been focused on Sherlock, he now looked up:
"Is this lady questioning the Ollivander family?"
Meeting his piercing gaze, Mrs. Holmes felt somewhat nervous: "No, I just..."
"No need for such trouble. The Ollivander family has been making wands since 382 B.C. No matter how picky the customer, they can always find their perfect match here."
"Including the one who left earlier?"
Sherlock interjected suddenly.
Ollivander paused, then chuckled, "A sharp young wizard indeed—yes, there was a picky customer earlier, quite a famous figure, ha..."
Realizing he might have said too much, Ollivander changed the subject, "Rather than the wizard choosing the wand, it is actually the wand that chooses its wizard!
Remember, no one leaves Ollivanders disappointed. Ah, right!"
He slapped his forehead, walked over to the shelf from which items had flown earlier, and retrieved a plain, unadorned black wand from a corner.
"Beechwood and snake heartstring. Twelve inches. Unyielding yet flexible. Give it a try."
Sherlock naturally noticed Ollivander changing the subject.
He didn't press further but took the wand as requested.
The moment he grasped it, a shiver ran through him.
A profound, almost mystical sensation arose, as if something connected him to the wand in his hand.
He gave it a gentle wave, and a single white smoke ring emerged, drifting slowly away.
Not only that, but he seemed to hear the sound of a steam whistle and sailors' laughter.
It felt as though he and the wand resonated with each other.
How extraordinary!
Even without understanding magic, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes could see this wand suited Sherlock.
"Did this wand choose me?"
Sherlock asked as Ollivander handed him the boxed wand.
"Yes, the wand chooses the wizard—that is the standard answer."
Having finally found a wand for the discerning customer Sherlock, Ollivander appeared quite pleased and elaborated further:
"For the true match of a beechwood wand, if they are an adult, they will invariably be understanding and experienced.
If they are young..."
Ollivander glanced at Sherlock, a knowing look in his eyes: "...then it signifies wisdom beyond their years."
Wisdom beyond his years?
Sherlock pondered thoughtfully.
At this moment, Mrs. Holmes stepped forward, inquiring about the self-measuring tape measure.
However, she was told it couldn't be used by non-wizards.
This left her somewhat disappointed.
After paying 8 Galleons, Mr. Ollivander bowed them out of the shop.
"Two picky customers in one day. It seems Hogwarts will be quite lively this year..."
He murmured to himself, watching the family's retreating backs.
With the purchase of the wand, Sherlock and his parents finally concluded their shopping trip in Diagon Alley for the day.
Being frugal, the items on the school list cost nearly 80 Galleons in total.
Adding the few extra books, Sherlock was left with less than 20 Galleons.
Mrs. Holmes felt the restriction on exchanging magical currency was discrimination against non-wizarding families like theirs and remained quite upset about it for a while.
However, persuaded by Mr. Holmes, she eventually abandoned the idea of complaining, and the family returned smoothly from Diagon Alley to the Leaky Cauldron.
Just as they were about to drive back, Sherlock paused.
He noticed an adult couple with a young girl pacing back and forth between the bookshop and the record shop.
With just one glance, Sherlock deduced it was a couple with their daughter, and their purpose was the same as theirs had been shortly before.
Sherlock's pause caught the attention of Mr. and Mrs. Holmes.
Following his gaze, they naturally saw the family of three lingering between the bookshop and the record shop.
The couple was neatly dressed and appeared well-mannered.
The little girl had thick, bushy brown hair and was chattering about something.
Although lacking Sherlock's analytical skills, it wasn't hard to guess they were also looking for the Leaky Cauldron.
Mrs. Holmes was a kind-hearted person.
Recalling their own recent experience, she immediately pulled her husband along and approached them.
Clearly intending to offer help.
Sherlock knew.
With the young witch present, the family would eventually find the Leaky Cauldron.
But he hadn't expected his mother to get involved just because he glanced across the crowd.
Seeing his parents already engaged in conversation with the family, he had no choice but to join them.
"Just as I thought! You're looking for Diagon Alley too, aren't you?"
Today's experiences filled Mrs. Holmes with confidence, and she quickly took charge of the conversation with the air of someone 'in the know':
"Oh, I bet you the goblins in the bank have dreadful attitudes, just like Aunt Susan's apple pie next door."
"Holy Mother Mary, they only gave us an exchange limit of 128 Galleons! Turning down money, it's simply foolish!"
"If I see them again, I swear I'll give their bottoms a good kick with my boot."
Mrs. Holmes's remarks quickly broke the ice.
After introductions were made and they learned the couple, named Granger, were also non-wizards like them, she excitedly pulled Sherlock forward:
"Sherlock, this is Miss Hermione Granger. She's also a new student at Hogwarts. You two can look out for each other."
(End of Chapter)