Harry Potter: Ero World

Chapter 12 – Wand!

{Ollivanders, Diagon Alley, London}

{23rd June 1991}

Ollivanders was as he expected. It was dusty. Brown. And looked like it hadn't seen the light of the day in a good few decades. The shop was filled with the smell of a forest which he should have expected but he was ready for the jumpscare. The old man who was standing behind the door creepily was picked up by his mana sense so he simply turned around and gave the man a deadpanned look.

"Hoh... now that's a trace that I never expected to see," Ollivander spoke, his vice a little ghastly but still surprisingly strong. He was far older than his voice suggested as he had completely white hair that was fringed to either side of his head.

"I only know one of your parents young man, though from what I know of your family that was the last thing I expected. 12 inches, Elder tree wood, and with a Phoenix feather core, your father's wand was surprising as well as his final choice. Your other parent on the other hand..." Ollivander muttered as he threw a bunch of information at Rigel. 

'How the fuck does he know I'm Regulus's son when even Hogwarts didn't know that I existed?' Rigel thought he looked at the old man who rambled as his eyes were already roaming through the millions of wands that were stored in the walls.

'He's not as strong as Narcissa or even... what the fuck was her name again, Adrobella or whatever.' Rigel thought.

"Your father favored an Elder wood so perhaps..." Ollivander spoke before he hurried to the back of his shop with a spring in his step which looked a little disorienting in an old man. The tape recorder jumped from his desk automatically as it flew around and started measuring different lengths along his body.

Rigel ignored the tape measure and looked around, he half expected the whole shop to be like a Christmas tree house but the wands were surprisingly dull, they didn't look like the runic objects he had seen as he began to wonder if wands were made of something different process.

A sudden burst of magic from his senses alerted him to the difference as Ollivanders came toward him with a wand in his hand. The wand was totally different now with its runes glowing brightly as something in its centre gave it a slightly rosy tint. 

"Here, 11 inches made out of a 239-year-old Elder tree with a Phoenix feather as the core," Ollivander spoke as he presented the wand to Rigel. He grabbed the wand and noticed that the wand dipped for a moment before his mana rushed through it and it lit up again. The light was completely different now, while earlier the wand was glowing with the softest pink tinge now it was a dark blue.

The light was so feeble that without even expecting it Rigel could tell this wasn't the wand for him. He gave it back to Ollivander who was looking at him with a piercing gaze.

"You could sense that the wand was not for you... Interesting." The old wand muttered before he flew back to his backyard.

Rigel was focused on exploring his Archaic Mana sense, he had dimmed it down before because it was blinding to him, anyone with mana simply glowed a different color with almost no two people having quite the same mana color.

'But there should be a limit in the number of colors available right, or will the distinguishing factors become sharper with the increased levels.' Rigel had many questions that remained unanswered for now as Ollivander came back to him with 2 wand boxes. 

Since he wasn't holding the wand itself this time Rigel couldn't tell what color the wands were. Ollivander placed one box on the table and opened the lid of the other as he presented it to Rigel, he didn't touch it but simply presented it to Rigel.

"Why don't you try this one?" Ollivander questioned.

Rigel nodded and he picked up the wand, the wand instantly glowed crimson quite brightly. His mana felt sluggish when he waved the wand around so he didn't do anything fancy. But this time he did focus on the wand trying to get more insight into how the wand worked. 

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'So Ollivander definitely figured out my connection to the Gaunts, that means he will share this with Dumbledore...this could become annoying very quickly.' Rigel thought as he stared at the popup.

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'This is Harry's wand,' Rigel thought, he was quite sure of it. Although he didn't remember the exact dimensions and looks of Harry's wand, he did remember the wood and the core. While they might not mean much and this could be a coincidence from the sharp gaze with which Ollivander was looking at him he was quite sure that this was the wand that shared a twin bond with Voldemort's death stick.

"No this doesn't feel right either," Rigel spoke as he gave the wand back to Ollivander. The old man blinked at him a couple of times before he took the wand back and came back with the other wand. 

Rigel this time stared at the stats of the wand first before he extended his hand and grabbed hold of it. His mana flew as he felt a surge of warmth from both the wand and throughout his whole body. The wand glowed a light blue as it emitted a couple of sparks that danced across the air in front of him.

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AN - A picture of Rigel's wand!

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