Hogwarts: The Dark Prodigy

As Dante, followed by Dumbledore, entered the narrow, dimly lit Ollivanders shop, the atmosphere inside changed instantly. The air was heavy; the woody smell of the thousands of old boxes on the shelves and the silence of the years gave it a mystical quality.

The creak of the wooden floor danced in the air as Dante moved forward, dust motes lurking in the dark corners. It was clear that this shop was a place where countless wizards had passed through throughout history.

Just then, an old man stepped out of the shadows behind the shelves. He looked at Dante with a long, pale face and a curious gaze. His silver hair fell over his shoulders, and in the depths of his eyes was excitement mixed with the wisdom of years.

"Ah..." he said, his voice creaking slightly like old wooden doors. "A new client... No, a new wizard."

Dumbledore bowed his head slightly. "Mr. Ollivander, we are here to purchase a wand for young William Dante."

A smile spread across Ollivander's face. "Of course, of course. William, right?" He approached Dante and looked down at his hands. "Your hands... strong but delicate. Flexible but with a hard side. Hmm..." Suddenly he stepped back and disappeared between the shelves.

Dante looked at Dumbledore. The professor was waiting patiently, as usual.

A few minutes later, Ollivander returned with a dusty box. "Let this be our first attempt," he said, opening it and pulling out a dark, elegant wand. "Fifteen inches, walnut and phoenix feathers."

As Dante picked up the wand, a strange sensation immediately filled him. But it was like... this feeling wasn't what it should be. Something was missing. Ollivander narrowed his eyes. "Come on, give it a try."

Dante raised the wand and waved it at a book on the small coffee table in front of him. For a moment nothing happened. Then there was a sudden explosion and the book burst into flames! A chaotic wind swirled through the shop and crates on the shelves began to topple.

Dante quickly returned the wand. "I think... that didn't happen."

Ollivander shook his head quickly. "Oh, no, no, no! This was never yours." He quickly pulled out another box. "Let's see this one... 13 inches, maple and dragon's heart wire."

Dante felt a slight warmth for a moment as he picked up the wand, but... it still didn't feel complete. He tried again - but this time the shop windows shattered in an instant! The shards of glass hung in the air, but just as they were about to fall to the ground, Dumbledore raised his wand and mended them.

Ollivander looked rather upset. "That didn't work either. But I see you have strong magical energy, William."

He tried a few more wands. But each one felt either too stiff or too mismatched. And every time he tried, small disasters happened in the shop. Shelves toppled over, tables floated, even once the candles in the back spontaneously melted and spilled onto the floor.

Even Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched the destruction increase with each failed attempt.

Ollivander finally stopped. He took a deep breath and looked intently at Dante. "You... you're no ordinary sorcerer, are you?" he murmured.

Dante hesitated for a moment, then looked directly into Ollivander's eyes. "I suppose not."

A slight smile appeared on the old man's face. Then he moved slowly to the back of the shop. There he opened an old, heavy drawer that looked almost untouched. He took out a long, narrow box.

The top of the box, unlike the others, was decorated with fine gold embroidery. And it was dust-free, as if time had never touched it.

Ollivander opened the box and took out a long, black wand with a slightly wrinkled texture. The wand was much more menacing than the others. It had thin red veins on it and vibrated slightly.

"This..." Ollivander said, almost in a whisper. "This is a very special wand, William."

Dante slowly reached out his hand and took the wand.

At that moment, everything in the shop suddenly fell silent. It was as if the world was watching him with bated breath.

As Dante grabbed the wand, a powerful wave passed through him. Cold and hot energy flowed through his body at the same time. A sense of power resonated in his chest. This was... different. This was his.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly.

Ollivander muttered softly. "Sixteen inches, yew wood... and a basilisk tooth at its core."

According to the books Dante had read earlier, yew wands were often used by wizards skilled in dark magic. These wands offered great power over such things as death and rebirth.

But what really intrigued Dante was something else.

Dante's eyes widened. "Basilisk...?"

Ollivander shook his head. "Wands with basilisk teeth are extremely rare. They are powerful. And... they can usually only be wielded by truly skilled wizards. For such wands do not submit to the power of their owner; they only work when they come to an agreement with him."

Dante lifted his wand and turned it slightly. A spark flew - but it was very different from his previous attempts. This time, the shop was undamaged. Only a thin, elegant crimson light floated through the air and disappeared.

Ollivander smiled. "There you go."

Dumbledore looked at Dante for a long moment. Then he bowed his head slightly. "It seems your path will be more... interesting than I expected."

Dante smiled slightly, holding his wand tightly. "I think... I finally found the right one."

Ollivander shook his head. "No, child. The Wand found you."

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