"Red oak, blood-stained qilin scale, nine inches! I've tried finding many owners for it, but all have failed. This little one is extremely picky."
As Ollivander spoke, he noticed the strange look in Chu Yang's eyes. Old and shrewd as he was, he quickly explained, "Please believe me—this scale wasn't taken by force. Harming a qilin, such a sacred magical creature, would bring down a terrible curse!"
Only then did Chu Yang withdraw his scrutinizing gaze.
He took the wand box from Ollivander, opened it, and drew out the wand inside.
"This time, be extra gentle!" Ollivander urged anxiously. "Absolutely don't flip my counter over!"
"Don't worry, sir. I'll definitely be gentle this time!" Chu Yang nodded emphatically and carefully gave the wand a light wave.
And then—
The entire wand shop began to shake violently!
Ollivander and Professor Sprout looked around in horror, afraid the shop might collapse.
Beams, pillars, even the doorframe—every wooden object in the shop seemed to come alive, growing wildly, expanding uncontrollably, even spreading into the neighboring buildings.
Dead wood burst into renewed life. Green vines and vegetation stretched outward, flower buds blooming in an instant, transforming into a brilliant sea of flowers.
In the blink of an eye, lifeless timber turned into ancient, centuries-old trees, overflowing with vitality.
The spectacle drew gasps from people on both sides of the street, attracting a growing crowd.
Professor Sprout's eyes went wide. As a Herbology professor, she could hardly comprehend what she was witnessing.
"That overwhelming natural magic just now… it came from Chu Yang?"
At that moment, the red-oak wand with the qilin-scale core emitted a warm crimson glow, enveloping Chu Yang—clear proof that the wand had recognized its master.
Ollivander stared in shock. He'd only meant to give it a try, yet it had actually worked.
Seeing the shops around him wrecked beyond recognition, Chu Yang couldn't care less about "natural magic" anymore. With a bitter smile, he said, "I'll compensate you for all the damages, Mr. Ollivander."
"No, no, my boy!" Ollivander exclaimed, stroking the wildly growing trees inside his shop, eyes shining. "These trees are brimming with powerful life force—excellent materials for wandmaking. This alone is more than enough."
He pointed to the neighboring shops being squeezed by the trees and chuckled. "Enough to cover their losses too!"
Only then did Chu Yang let out a sigh of relief. He held up the wand and asked, "May I ask how many Galleons this wand costs?"
Ollivander smiled. "This wand itself is payment enough. Take it. If it ever gets damaged, bring it back—I'll repair it for free."
Chu Yang nodded happily. "Thank you very much, Mr. Ollivander."
Professor Sprout hurried over, staring at Chu Yang from head to toe with disbelief. The magical output he'd just displayed exceeded that of most adult wizards—yet he was only eleven.
But that wasn't even the most shocking part.
What truly stunned her was that she had never encountered magic so saturated with life force—so rich that the power of nature itself felt tangible.
Even the carefully tended greenhouses she managed couldn't give her that sensation.
Not just Professor Sprout—even Chu Yang himself was startled.
He'd expected his magic to be stronger than average, given his "cheat," but he never imagined it would manifest such an unusual characteristic.
After some thought, only one explanation made sense—
Wood Release, inherited from the Naruto-world Chu Yang.
A person's physique influenced the nature of their magic, and bloodline abilities rooted deep in one's very genes would naturally have a profound effect.
For now, that explanation was the only one that fit.
Professor Sprout looked at Chu Yang's bewildered face, countless questions rising to her lips—yet she couldn't bring herself to ask.
He was just a child. What could he possibly know?
Better to return to Hogwarts and consult the learned Dumbledore instead.
Seeing the crowd outside growing larger, Professor Sprout quickly ushered Chu Yang away from the wand shop.
Within the crowd, a little girl watched Chu Yang's retreating figure, her eyes full of curiosity, until an adult beside her reminded her to move along, and she reluctantly looked away.
Professor Sprout rushed Chu Yang back to the Leaky Cauldron.
She was eager to report Chu Yang's extraordinary condition to Dumbledore.
"Chu Yang, I'm sorry, but I must leave immediately. Here's your train ticket and some living expenses—keep them safe!"
"I've already paid for your lodging. You can stay here until school starts. Remember, you must board the train before eleven o'clock on September 1st."
She placed a ticket and a pouch of Galleons into Chu Yang's hand, then cast Apparition and vanished on the spot—so fast Chu Yang didn't even have time to say a word.
"Professor Sprout really is in a hurry," Chu Yang muttered helplessly. He glanced down at the ticket. "King's Cross Station… Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. That's a familiar name."
"Good thing I know how to get there, or this would've been troublesome."
After Professor Sprout left, Chu Yang made a trip to Gringotts.
He wanted to exchange the pounds he'd "earned" from street thugs into Galleons.
Only to discover there were strict limits on exchanging Muggle currency.
The Chu Yang who thought he'd strike it rich could only dejectedly exchange two hundred Galleons.
"So robbing street thugs really isn't classy," Chu Yang muttered darkly, a dangerous gleam flashing in his eyes. "I should probably switch targets to dark wizards instead."
After a long day out, Chu Yang returned to his room, too tired to move.
Sitting on the bed, he picked up the books he'd just bought and began reading.
Until the start of term, these books would be his companions.
The first book he chose was A History of Magic by Emeric Switch—perfect for someone completely new to the wizarding world.
Thanks to the shared talents of his three selves, Chu Yang's memory was exceptional. While not quite photographic, reading something two or three times was enough for him to fully remember and understand it.
Some people could memorize quickly but failed to comprehend.
Chu Yang, however, almost always understood whatever he remembered.
The ability to rapidly absorb and comprehend knowledge was an incredibly pleasurable experience—more satisfying than any form of brain stimulation in the world.
(End of Chapter)