Harry Potter: Shippuden

Snapping back to reality, Ollivander pulled a box from the shelf and handed the wand inside to Kyle.

He explained dryly, "Cherry wood, unicorn hair core, thirteen inches. Give it a wave."

It seemed Ollivander had no intention of engaging in further unnecessary conversation with Kyle.

Kyle casually waved the wand, and suddenly, he felt a surge of magic wanting to burst forth from within him.

Yielding to the impulse, he released his control over his magic. A bolt of lightning shot from the wand's tip, shattering the shelf behind Ollivander and reducing several wand boxes to splinters.

Kyle: Holy crap!

Ollivander: Mother of Merlin!

Looking at the mess in the shop, both Kyle and Ollivander mentally cursed.

Kyle was worried the old man might extort him for damages, while Ollivander was distraught over his losses.

Ollivander turned to Dumbledore with pleading eyes. "Dumbledore, this…"

Dumbledore understood. Only he could restore it to its original state.

With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, the shop seemed to rewind in time. The shattered shelf, wands, and boxes flew back into place, restoring themselves.

Both Kyle and Ollivander sighed in relief.

The wand was taken from Kyle's hand, and another was placed into it.

"Try this one. Willow wood, phoenix feather core, twelve inches."

"Don't wave it! Just a gentle flick!" Ollivander hastily stopped Kyle as he was about to flick the wand again.

Seeing Ollivander's reaction, Kyle found it amusing but ignored him, giving the wand a forceful wave.

This time, however, he reduced the amount of magic he channeled.

Seeing Kyle's movement, Ollivander shuddered.

Another bolt of lightning shot from the wand, grazing Ollivander's scalp and striking the cabinet behind him.

Fortunately, the cabinet wasn't blown to pieces this time.

Ollivander, however, was half-scared to death. Calming down, he fumbled around and pulled out a mirror from some corner, staring in dismay at his now-bald spot.

"Ah, sorry, Mr. Ollivander."

"It's fine, just a bit of Hair-Raising Potion will fix it," Ollivander forced a smile.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't afford to offend the people behind this troublemaker, Ollivander would have taught the brat why the flowers outside were so red today.

"It seems this wand still isn't a perfect match for you," Ollivander said, pulling out a third wand. "Walnut wood, dragon heartstring core, eleven inches."

Unlike the previous two, as soon as Kyle grasped this wand, a strange sensation washed over him.

It was as if this wand had always been a part of him.

He no longer restrained his magic and gave the wand a gentle flick. A stream of water materialized in mid-air, and as Kyle moved the wand like a conductor's baton, the water danced and morphed into various shapes.

"Truly remarkable. I've never encountered anything like this before," Ollivander remarked, his gaze fixed on Kyle's heterochromatic eyes. "This is the one."