Chapter 17: Chapter -17

Chapter -17

The old wandmaker and Olive stared at each other not willing to back down from their beliefs.

"Sigh, young kids are sure stubborn." Olivander muttered with a sigh.

"Miss Maxmilian, if you keep clutching your wand like that you might burn down my establishment to ashes, so put it back wherever it belongs as I'm just an old man. I can't waste my time on calming fire." Olivander said sarcastically.

Olive looked down at her hand gradually and realised that red sparks were coming out of her wand making it appear like a sparker.

"Some of them say that wands don't have any emotions but my beliefs are the exact opposite of that and my proof is right there in your hand, the wand is sensing your anger and if I'm not wrong your helplessness too, the wand want to act on your behalf but strangely it can't." Ollivander once again muttered some complex words as he sat down on an old chair.

Meanwhile, this information had taken a sharp turn while turning itself into an airplane and flying over their heads as they confusedly stared at the old man.

"Haha, I don't know if the word consciousness can give it obeisance or not but that's a wall separating our life force to activate the full potential of the wands." He continued and laughed seeing their reactions.

"But isn't that dangerous?" Olive couldn't help but ask how an active consciousness could be willing to serve another without getting anything in return?.

Snap…

The old man snapped out of his thoughts which seemed to be somehow revolutionary in his eyes, a life where a wand would only require its wielder's will.

"Forgive me, it seems our talk got on the wrong track." Olivander said, averting his gaze.

The siblings looked at each other not knowing what to make out of this situation, for young Noah this was the first time listening to someone spewing a high-level bullshit like system, even though he knew there could be a possible truth hidden beneath those empty talks.

'Can't he just come directly to the point? This old man is sure talkative.' Noah thought as he was getting a headache.

"Ahem, Miss Maxmilian, what I truly need from this young man is his talent or you can say his aptitude, nothing more or nothing less." He said, like he was simply asking for some donations.

"Aptitude! He's just a child, what kind of aptitude would he have?" Olive retorted with her old trick.

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"Don't jest miss Maxmilian, we both know that's not the case, a natural talent doesn't care about something like an age before appearing, if you're willing I can even share my wisdom regarding wand-making with that child." Olivander said without backing down.

"Sorry, but you both seem to have forgotten that I'm standing here, haven't you?" Noah said as he couldn't help but get a little angry.

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"Sister, why are you worried? I don't think that sir was a bad guy, he is even willing to teach me to craft those wands." Noah said as they were now heading toward Madam Malkin's shop to purchase the school's robes and party wear.

"I know that he isn't, but you can't trust anyone without knowing their intentions." Olive said as she held Noah's hand.

Sometimes a person's character takes a three-sixty-degree turn because their beliefs and actions don't align with others and for the current Olive who has faced some unimaginable problems she is no longer willing to trust anyone easily.

The environment turned a little gloomy around Olive as they continued shopping for robes, equipment, and an owl which Olive bought for him forcefully by saying he would need it for sending her weekly letters.

After completing their shopping they apparated back directly to the family mansion, from where Noah went straight to his room whereas Olive sat down in the main hall as she had to send out some invitations for the banquet.

Reaching his bedroom Noah placed the enchanted bag on the bedside table and threw himself on the bed.

Taking a long breath he closed his eyes recalling every important memory that had passed.

"Oye, Mr. System, did you know anything about those wand's weird acts?" He asked hoping this time system would reply to him.

[yes]

"Really, then tell me?" Asked Noah without wasting any moment.