Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

Mr. Ollivander let Darcie process the ancient Saying before continuing his teachings.

"We can't Cultivate ourselves. So, even if as children we remain close to the Nature, we are bound to lose those powers.

"Of course, there are cases where, because of unfortunate or fortunate events, one does not lose all powers as one grows up."

Darcie took several breaths to calm herself down. "Like me?"

Mr. Ollivander nodded, with a look full of pity.

"Like you," he said. "Even if you will not lose all of your Non-Verbal and Wandless powers, you will lose a part of it by the time you become eleven.

"This is the rule of the Nature. This is why we need Wands.

"When a Wandmaker forms a Wand, he restricts the Specific part of Magic in its length, wood, shape, and physical attributes. This is called Formation, helping the wizards and witches in specifying the spell."

Darcie almost jumped off the stool. "So when you say that every Wand chooses its own master…"

Mr. Ollivander chuckled.

"When the Wand chooses a youngling, it creates a Bond," he told Darcie. "This is also strengthening the channel itself.

"In ancient times, there used to be Spirit Companions, bonded with each wizard. The concept of the bond rises from that, although the one created by the Wand is only a crude one at best.

"It's also good, I guess. Otherwise, with the death of a wizard, the Wand itself would have died."

Darcie gasped.

She had learned the same about Lilith from Madam Villanelle.

"What left is Cultivation?" Mr. Ollivander said, sipping water. "The entire game is about Cultivation.

"We, wizards—and witches—aren't powerful ourselves. But the Wand is something else, incredibly magical.

"This is where the Core comes into action. It acts as the heart of the external wooden shell, growing with the wizard, and interacting with the Nature.

"But do not mistake my words, Darcie. Both the shell and the heart make a Wand, not individual components alone."

Darcie leaned back but almost fell. She was sitting on a stool, not a chair. Mr. Ollivander rushed to hold her hand and pulled her up.

Darcie blushed.

"Haha!" Mr. Ollivander guffawed. "When I learned of it, I too felt overwhelmed, Darcie. No shame in acting your age once, eh?"

Darcie pouted. "I am not feeling overwhelmed, Ollivander. Just a touch… sad."

"Why?" Mr. Ollivander raised an eyebrow.

"Well," Darcie said, looking down, "I have come to like this feeling… Non-Verbal and Wandless magic."

Mr. Ollivander laughed again.

"If you were supposed to lose them, then you would have felt them leaving you already," he told her. "You will certainly experience a drop, I am sure. But it will not be drastic, either. Darcie, look at me."

She looked up, eyes blurry.

"You are very special," Mr. Ollivander said. "Very special. Do not mourn for what is not lost. OK? And we still have enough time to show you something."

"Show me?"

Mr. Ollivander smiled.

"Wandlore is a vast and unknown magical field, especially ours; Ollivander's," he said proudly. "Given your brilliance, I think you will learn the very basics before joining Hogwarts. Still, before that, there's one thing we must do.

"Now you know what a Wand truly is. You also know why we need it.

"So what remains to know is how a Wand is created."

Darcie's jaw dropped, her eyes sparkling.

"And what's better than seeing the Formation of a Wand, eh?" Mr. Ollivander chuckled. "So, would you like to act as my apprentice, Darcie?"

For a few moments, Darcie did not know what to say. Then she slipped off the stool and bowed.

"Apprentice Darcie Lucius Malfoy greets Master Ollivander."

Mr. Ollivander looked at Darcie, laughing, the corners of his eyes smeared with wetness and joy.

The Wandmaker waved his wand and created a clearing among the mess within the workshop.

A neat table appeared in the middle, with two stools on the opposite side.

With another wave of the wand, as Mr. Ollivander's lips moved, several tools appeared on the table.

"Come," he said. "I will brief you on the processes first."

Darcie followed the old wizard, her eyes darting around.

She sat down on one stool and waited for Mr. Ollivander, who had gone to the shelves.

When he returned, the old wizard was holding a rather large box and a small, but long one.

He put both the boxes between him and her.

"Now," he said, opening the large box, "the choice of wand wood has remained a hot topic of debate among us Wandmakers, Darcie. But there are some things which we agree upon unanimously.

"First, all wand woods are unique, with their own personalities, perception, and preference. Just like us."

Darcie nodded. She had learned of these things from the books.

"Second," Mr. Ollivander continued, "and of utmost importance, is that no wand wood, even if taken from the same tree, are same; no more similar than the children born of the same mother are the same.

"Because of this, wandmaking, and thus, — Wandlore, is a never-ending practice. With each wand that you create, you will learn something new. I still do. Ain't that something, eh?"

Mr. Ollivander looked down and Darcie followed his gaze.

In the large box, there were dozens of pieces of wood separated by cardboard compartments.

"I have never limited myself to any wand wood," he said, looking thoughtful. "However, I have come to understand that some wand woods are better suited for Specification — i.e. the formation of the Channel itself.

"We Specify by giving the wand a shape, length, and flexibility, or the lack thereof. But do not mistake my words, Darcie.

"We, as the Wandmakers, only guide the wand wood in taking a shape, not govern it.

"Forcing the springiness of a wand wood to become rigid, or straightening the turns and knots to make it look more presentable, is not only a waste but also a taboo.

"It is almost like beating certain personality traits into children, against their innate nature. A very dangerous thing."

Mr. Ollivander observed Darcie and nodded at her, making sure she understood the implications of his lecture and the warnings.

He opened the long box then.

Three glass tubes were lined in the box, surrounded by a cushion of straws.

Mr. Ollivander picked the first tube and held it between his thumb and forefinger to show Darcie.

In the corked tube, a red string, with a fleshy appearance, bobbed up and down, twirling and turning.

"This is Dragon Heartstring," Mr. Ollivander said, his old eyes sparkling. "One of three Wand Cores I consider supreme among all."

Darcie found it terrifically fascinating. She had always heard of them, read of them, but had never seen one.

She looked down at the second test tube. It had a fiery red feather, almost burning.

The third test tube had a strand of silvery-white hair, moving in the same fashion as that of the Dragon Heartstring.

Phoenix feather and Unicorn hair, Darcie concluded.

"But why?" she asked. "If there are so many varieties of wand wood, then why three of the wand cores are supreme?"

"Excellent question," Mr. Ollivander commented, smiling and putting the tube back in the box. "Remember what I told you about the three parts of a wand? Formation, Bond, and Cultivation, right?

"A wand wood is related to Formation and Bond. But Cultivation, growth, and the journey depend on wand core.

"Theoretically, you can create a wand by choosing many wand cores and pairing them with wand woods. Still, from Ollivander's family's centuries' worth of research, and my own experiments, I have found that —

"— these three wand cores are subjected to the least variations."

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