To everyone's surprise, Ollivander had Dudley try over a dozen wands in the following time, but none of them suited Dudley.
Dudley didn't know how Ollivander judged if a wand suited him, but as far as he was concerned, these wands seemed to resist him once they entered his hand.
Or rather, they were a little afraid of Dudley.
Without exception, as long as Dudley used his extraordinary abilities, he could easily intimidate these wands and make them his own.
But this didn't seem to be Ollivander's standard for choosing wands; whenever Dudley subdued a wand in his hand, Ollivander would promptly pull the wand away from Dudley's hand, as if rescuing his bullied child.
"Oh, I didn't expect it, there's an even pickier child."
"It's alright, it's alright, I'll always find a wand that suits you here."
"There must be one."
Ollivander muttered to himself while quickly running around the shop.
Wands could be found in every nook and cranny, and many of them looked like they had been stored for centuries.
But most of these wands never reached Dudley's hands; Ollivander himself rejected them.
"He's even pickier than me."
Harry said with some surprise.
"Yes."
Hagrid didn't expect it to take so long; he looked at his watch, stood up, and said,
"How about this, Harry, you stay here with your cousin, I have something else to do, I'll step out for a bit."
After Hagrid greeted Ollivander and Dudley, he stood up and left the room.
"Actually, if we can't find a suitable one, any one will do."
Dudley said somewhat helplessly.
He didn't have such high demands for wands; as long as it worked, it was fine, since his extraordinary abilities didn't require a wand to be used.
Dudley even felt that as long as he controlled his spiritual power well, he could even cast many spells without a wand.
Of course, he hadn't tried this yet; he would only know after he encountered spells later.
"No, absolutely not."
"A wand must match its owner."
Ollivander immediately rejected Dudley's suggestion and continued to search the shop.
"Alright."
Dudley shrugged and simply sat down next to Harry.
"I didn't expect you to be picky about toys, and now even wands are so picky for you," Harry said with a laugh, teasing him.
"What are you talking about? It's clearly the wands that are picky about me, how annoying."
Dudley said helplessly.
Another almost half an hour passed, and Dudley felt like he was about to fall asleep.
During this time, other Wizards came to buy wands, but they were all sent away by Ollivander; he seemed to be determined to find a suitable wand for Dudley today, as if he wouldn't give up until he did.
"Could it be that there really isn't a wand that suits him?"
By this point, Ollivander even started to doubt himself.
Their family's wand shop had been open for over two thousand years, and this was the first time they couldn't find a suitable wand for a customer, which was undoubtedly a huge blow to Ollivander.
"Ah, right, there's still one, but that one..."
Ollivander suddenly remembered something and hurried to the back room, pulling out an ancient box.
"Only this one might work, but..."
Ollivander hesitated a little, but in the end, he came out of the room with the box and approached Dudley.
"Try this wand."
Ollivander said.
Dudley took a look; it was a slender wand, and he couldn't tell what material it was made of, but it was generally different from all the wands he had seen before.
"Okay."
Dudley didn't say much and took the wand Ollivander handed him.
"Oh."
Dudley was surprised to find that this time, the wand didn't resist him.
On the contrary, he even felt a sense of cheerfulness.
"It really is this wand."
Seeing this scene, Ollivander said with a frown.
"Is there a problem?"
Dudley toyed with the wand in his hand, saying with a touch of fondness.
This wand was different from the previous ones; it was more amenable to spiritual power, and Dudley didn't need to use extraordinary power to intimidate it.
"Actually, this wand wasn't made by our family, but was acquired by chance a long time ago."
"This wand is extremely difficult to master; ordinary Wizards simply can't unleash its power. It can be said that in the hands of most Wizards, its effect is no different from a wooden stick."
"However, the family left an ancestral instruction to preserve this wand until now, and it can be said that it has finally found its owner."
Ollivander said with a complex expression.
"That amazing?"
Dudley was a little surprised.
"I hope you use it well."
Ollivander said.
"Okay."
"How much?"
Dudley asked.
Finally finding a suitable wand, Dudley also breathed a sigh of relief.
Harry's wand cost seven Galleons, so his should be about the same.
"It's free, a gift, that's what the family left behind," Ollivander said.
"Also, I don't know what material the core of this wand is, I can only tell that the outer material of this wand is elderwood, thirteen inches long, and quite flexible."
Ollivander added.
"Oh?"
Dudley glanced at the wand in his hand, "It seems this is my destiny."
"Also, if you encounter any problems while using this wand, you can always come to me."
"Although it wasn't made by us, Ollivanders, as long as it leaves from here, I will be responsible for it."
Ollivander said seriously.
"Thank you."
Dudley said sincerely.
This person in front of him was indeed a respectable Wand Master.
As they left Ollivander's wand shop, Hagrid walked over from not far away, carrying an owl cage with a snowy owl inside.
"Happy Birthday, Harry."
Hagrid handed the owl to Harry and said with a smile.
After accompanying Harry and Dudley to buy the first-year student books at Flourish and Blotts, Hagrid left.
Then Dudley found his parents, and together they left Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron.
"Oh, my goodness, my goodness, I finally left that dreadful place!"
Walking on the street outside, Vernon and Petunia felt like crying; the air, full of car exhaust, seemed so sweet to them.
On the way to find a car, Dudley suddenly stopped and looked at a restaurant not far away.
Its sign was different from other signs; it didn't use letters, but rather square characters that looked like complex patterns.
It was a Chinese restaurant.
"Mom, let's eat in London today, how about Chinese food?"
Dudley said, walking straight towards the Chinese restaurant, not giving his parents a chance to object.
"Rosell the Great's diary uses this kind of writing, doesn't it?"
Dudley looked at the sign and muttered softly to himself.
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