Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

The shop contains many identical boxes, which can be identified by the shop's name. Each box contains a different magic wand.

Harry and Iam reached out to close the door at the same time, and just then, they held hands again.

She didn't explain why Harry held her hand, but Wu Mu was a Harry Potter fan. Besides wanting to get close to Harry every day, she also wanted to get close to all the other characters.

"Is anyone there?" Harry looked around but didn't see anyone else besides the two of them.

But after Harry finished speaking, he didn't hear a response. He slowly walked to the front desk and asked again, "Is anyone here?"

This time there was a response.

Suddenly, a serious-looking old man appeared out of nowhere with a "whoosh!"

“Mr. Potter, Miss Potter, I was just wondering when I could meet you.” With that, he turned around, climbed down the ladder, and walked up to the two of them.

He first looked at the two of them, then noticed their hands clasped together. He said nothing, just raised the corner of his mouth, and walked to a wall to the side, searching for something.

“That seems to have happened just yesterday,” he said, searching as he spoke. “Your parents came to me and bought their first wand, ah!” He seemed to have found something, and an “ah” from him brought Wumu back to his senses, who had been looking around in a daze.

He pulled a box from the shelf full of long boxes, walked up to Harry, opened it, and handed Harry the wand inside.

Harry looked at Ayam, gently patted her hand with his other hand, and took the wand with a slight stagger.

But Harry seemed unsure what to do; he held the wand straight in his right hand and looked at the old man.

"Okay, let's see how it goes!"

Harry listened to him, took half a step back, then waved his wand in a circle, causing the shelf in front of him to move instantly, scattering things all over the floor.

Harry was startled and took a step back, then quickly stepped forward and placed his wand on the table with both hands.

“Oh, I’m so sorry for messing up your things,” Woomu said to Mr. Ollivander as he ran to Harry’s side.

“It’s alright, Miss Potter. This happens all the time. This wand is obviously not suitable.” The old man turned around and started searching again.

After several attempts to "rummage through boxes and glass" with his wand, Harry finally found his own wand.

“Alright, next up is Miss Potter, oh um… you’re having a bit of a hard time… how about trying this one?” The old man pulled out a long box as before, took out a wand, and handed it to Wu Mu.

Wumu took the wand with both hands and waved it gently. The shop seemed to be in the midst of a chaotic battle, with many things swirling around and gray-yellow magical effects colliding within. Wumu struggled to hold the wand, so she used her other hand to hold it as well.

"No! Little wand! Stop!" Wu Mu pulled her arm back, she was a little scared. She had only tried the first wand and had already made the old man's shop even more chaotic than Harry's previous attempts.

The wand seemed to come to a stop as if it possessed a spirit.

“Oh, Merlin’s beard, this one… it’s hard to say, it seems no good, but it’s very obedient to you.” The old man got up from the ground and fell into deep thought.

“Um… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, this wand…” Wu Mu stepped forward and placed the wand on the table with both hands, just like Harry did the first time, but he looked much more guilty.

“Oh! Perhaps it’s because the magical fluctuations within you are too strong, causing the wand to react so strongly.” The old man said, walking further inside and pulling out a long box.

“Walmur, it’s alright. I think the old man knows magic, so he should be able to fix it quickly.” Harry stepped forward and patted Walmur on the shoulder.

“Here, Miss Potter, try this one,” the old man handed the wand to Wom, who accepted it with both hands as before. “Oh, Miss, don’t worry, I can take care of things at the shop very quickly.”

Hearing this, Wu Mu was relieved. He then gently waved his wand. Just like before, Wu Mu stepped forward and placed the wand on the table.

“I don’t think this one is suitable for me either.” Wu Mu looked up at the old man’s face, which looked somewhat embarrassed.

"How come this one is reacting the same way as the last one?" The old man was somewhat surprised, because the first one was chosen based on Harry's wand, while the second one was chosen by combining the wands of Lily, James, and Harry, and was much more compatible than the first one.

"Oh! Right, maybe this one will do." The old man started rummaging through drawers and cabinets again.

After experiencing many "small shop battles," the old man frowned and walked into the shop.

When he came out, he was holding a white-purple box with intricate and complex golden lines that occasionally flashed with different magical fluctuations.

Ollivander carefully opened the box. The moment he opened the lid, the magic around the box vanished, revealing a delicate wand with a gradient of white, purple, and black from beginning to end. It was a hundred times more complex than the box, and a purple standard crystal was inlaid at the bottom, occasionally flickering.

"This staff, it has been made over tens of millions of years by fusing two different staff cores. If your abilities are strong enough, using it will make you a genius that only appears once every million years in the wizarding world."

Wu Mu: So... different cores can fuse together over tens of millions of years, how... amazing!

“A purple wand, I like purple.” Wu Mu didn’t rush to try it out but first examined it.

"Oh ho ho, the person who made this wand also had a particular fondness for purple. Perhaps it's fate."

"Purple does not represent beauty nor sorrow. If you try to savor its mysteries, you might end up thinking too far ahead. By placing it in the middle, you can more easily deal with everything except the edge of a cliff."

As Wu Mu casually mentioned why he liked it, he was interrupted by Mr. Ollivander's voice just as he was about to wave his wand.

“It seems Miss Potter prefers peace and quiet, but if this one doesn’t work either, then I can only say that Miss Potter, either all the wands will reject you, or they will all be vying to follow you.”

“I think… since my brother has successfully found a wand, I shouldn’t be rejected by the wands, right… I probably haven’t found a suitable one yet.” Wu Mu swallowed hard and carefully took the wand.

Wu Mu waved the stick, her eyes tightly closed, as if she were afraid of something.

Wumu: Little magic wand, I know this is a bit unreasonable, but if it's possible, I still hope you can tidy up the shop. Thank you!

This time it's completely different from the previous ones.

This time, the surroundings emitted a dazzling golden light, and occasionally some threads that changed color appeared. Following Wu Mu's wishes, they repaired and put back everything that had just been messed up and broken in its original position.

"Wow! It seems it wasn't the wand that rejected you, Miss Potter. They were all trying their best to show off, and only this wand's energy flowed in harmony with yours, preventing those problems from occurring." The old man looked at everything with delight.

"So, this wand is mine!?" Wu Mu happily held the wand in her hand, and the old man nodded at her.

"Wow! That's great! Look, brother! My wand!" Woomu showed his wand to Harry, while the old man smiled kindly like a loving father.

She received a 12.6-inch wand made of holly, phoenix feathers, and dragon nerves, which was hard and not easily bent.