Just as Brook was hesitating whether to go back and ask Ollivander for help,
two wand boxes in front of him suddenly glowed softly.
He understood immediately and took them off the shelf.
He noticed that the material of one of the wand boxes was different from the other boxes on the shelf.
The others were ordinary paper boxes, but this one was an exquisite wooden box.
At the same time, two clear prompts sounded in his mind.
He had completed the tasks of 【Independently Selecting a Wand】 and 【Obtaining More Than One Wand from Ollivander's Wand Shop】.
He received two chances to draw.
On this trip to Diagon Alley, he had already obtained five chances to draw.
If Dumbledore hadn't been there, he wouldn't have been able to exploit the situation, otherwise, he would have definitely gone for a ten-pull tonight.
After Brook returned with the wands,
the eyes of the other three immediately focused on the boxes in his hand.
Especially Ollivander, who, upon seeing the wooden wand box, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"How did you choose it?"
"Are you talking about this one? I feel it has a connection with me." Brook gently shook the wooden box in his hand.
"Brook, hurry up and try it out."
Hermione was a little curious, but more than that, she was worried.
Being so intelligent, she naturally understood the debate between Brook and Ollivander.
Although Brook had the upper hand in words, he was certainly not as professional as Ollivander in choosing wands.
She was afraid that the wand Brook chose would not be suitable.
Brook shrugged.
Although the system's interface was very simple, the fact that it could get him the Door-Door Fruit was enough to prove its power.
Therefore, he was very confident in the wand chosen by the system.
However, since Hermione had spoken, he still had to show it.
He first took out the wand from the paper box.
The wand was of moderate thickness and felt smooth.
The important thing was that it was long enough (emphasizing this point).
As he flicked his wrist, the entire shop was filled with a soft red glow.
"Yew, dragon heartstring, thirteen and three-quarter inches, reasonably springy."
Ollivander's eyes were full of complexity, "I didn't expect it to choose... you to choose it."
"Is there a problem?"
"At that time, I made two wands from the piece of yew I obtained; one is the one in your hand, and the other..."
Ollivander glanced at Dumbledore.
"Yew is also known as the 'Tree of Immortality,' legend says it can control life and death."
"Control life and death with a wand? I might as well get a yew tree and keep it by my side then."
Brook completely disbelieved such a legend.
Yew trees are common.
If it really possessed the ability to control life and death, it would probably have become a rare species long ago and been hidden away.
"Try your other one; it is not my work."
Ollivander did not continue the previous topic.
Or rather, Dumbledore didn't want him to continue that topic.
Brook opened the wooden box.
Without Ollivander explaining, he could tell at a glance that this wand was not Ollivander's work.
Instead of a wand, it looked more like a slender, miniature sword.
The handle was carved with intricate patterns.
Brook didn't recognize them, but a part of them resembled the auspicious cloud patterns of the Great Xia.
It made him feel quite familiar.
As soon as he gripped the handle, the wand trembled slightly.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his palm, and blood beads seeped from his palm.
Brook didn't show it, just quietly held the handle.
After the wand absorbed his blood, a layer of lightning glowed, then returned to calm.
He immediately felt an indescribable connection established with the wand, as if it had become a part of his body.
"Huanghuali, Zouwu whisker, fourteen inches, reasonably springy."
Ollivander slowly explained.
"About a hundred years ago, I met a Taoist priest from the East.
This wand was a piece he left behind when he was exchanging wand-making insights with me.
I kept it in the shop as a memento, never expecting you to choose it."
At the same time, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
The wand Brook chose, which didn't look like a wand in appearance,
even if he used it simultaneously, others wouldn't think he got it from him.
This undoubtedly saved a lot of trouble.
Brook gently waved it, a motion somewhat like a chop.
It felt quite handy, just a bit small.
"Brook, it's best not to mention to outsiders that you obtained two wands from Ollivander."
Dumbledore reminded him, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness.
Brook nodded.
The principle of making a fortune in silence.
He understood (～￣▽￣)～.
Hermione also quickly stated that she would keep it a secret.
Although Brook successfully persuaded Ollivander, he obviously also broke the rules.
Such things, the fewer people who knew, the better.
"Alright, it's getting late, we should head back now," Dumbledore said.
Brook and Hermione each paid seven Galleons for the wands.
Ollivander saw them out of the shop, his gaze following Brook's back.
Only after his figure completely disappeared did he return to the shop.
Two wands.
One was made from the same piece of yew as the one belonging to the person whose name cannot even be mentioned.
And one was from the hand of an Eastern Taoist priest.
He truly wondered what kind of waves the person who could gain the recognition of these two wands would stir up in the magic world in the future.
On the way back, Dumbledore explained in detail to Brook and Hermione how to navigate Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
Their train tickets would be delivered by owl in a few days.
Brook originally thought Dumbledore would leave immediately after escorting them home.
But he didn't expect him to follow him into the house.
"Principal, is there anything else?"
"This is for you." Dumbledore took a book from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Brook knew from the thickness that it was the book Dumbledore had bought at the bookstore.
When he saw the title, his face gradually flushed.
You old geezer!
That's enough!
Are you not going to let this go?
The title was none other than "wizengamot charter and related laws."
"Reading it will be good for you, especially the contents of pages 317 and 516."
Dumbledore's clear blue eyes looked at Brook seriously.
"Okay." Brook forced a smile.
"See you at Hogwarts."
Dumbledore drew his wand, waved it gently, and disappeared from the spot.
Is Brook the kind of person who would read such a book?
He actually is.
The outlaw Chang San once said,
if he wanted to commit a crime, no one could catch him, because no one understood the law better than him.
Brook flipped to the two pages Dumbledore mentioned.
The content involved the international statute of secrecy and reasonable restraint clauses targeting Young Wizards.
Only then did he realize that he had inadvertently exploited a bug.
His act of robbing the bank undoubtedly violated the laws of the Muggle world.
However, as a Wizard, his case had to be tried by the Ministry of Magic.
Under the Wizarding legal system, he violated the international statute of secrecy and the prohibition against underage Wizards casting spells without permission.
But there was a crucial prerequisite here: at the time of his crime, he did not know he was a Wizard.
According to the "Protection Act for Young Wizards."
If a Young Wizard, unaware of his identity, caused harm to the outside world by using magic,
as long as no one's life safety was harmed, he could be treated leniently or even exempted from responsibility.
This meant that even if Dumbledore apprehended him, he would ultimately have to let him go.
Moreover, as long as he insisted he didn't know the whereabouts of the gold, he wouldn't even have to return it.
"I've been tricked by Dumbledore," Brook gritted his teeth.
The extravagant life he could have enjoyed was forcibly delayed by seven years.
He had noted this grudge.
He would definitely get revenge.
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