Hogwarts : I am Dark Lord

Dylan didn't have much money on him.

But after all, it was his parents' hard-earned savings from most of their lives.

Converting it to 2,000 Galleons was more than enough.

However, Dylan had no intention of exchanging all of it. He needed to keep some of the principal amount.

Besides that, he spent 500 pounds to exchange for 100 Galleons and kept it on him. This earned him some judgmental looks from the goblins.

Sure enough, these Muggle-born wizards always seemed so broke!

"Let's go buy your train ticket."

Professor McGonagall led Dylan to purchase his ticket to Hogwarts.

She then reminded him, "At King's Cross Station, you need to find the third pillar between platforms nine and ten."

"When the time comes, don't be afraid. Just run straight into the pillar, and you'll reach Platform Nine and Three-Quarters."

Dylan nodded.

Next, under Professor McGonagall's guidance, he arrived at the wand shop.

Looking up, he saw a sign hanging above the store entrance: *Established in 382 B.C.?*

Scanning the narrow, cramped shop, Dylan clicked his tongue. "Has this place really never been renovated in all these centuries?"

"Don't worry. Wizarding buildings are supported by magic," Professor McGonagall said with a smile. "The Ollivander family's craftsmanship isn't just limited to wand-making. This building won't collapse."

She pushed the door open, and Dylan followed her inside.

The moment they entered, they saw an old man bent over, rummaging through a pile of wands.

Hearing the doorbell chime, Ollivander straightened up and turned to see Professor McGonagall.

"Nine and a half inches, fir wood, dragon heartstring… Oh, Professor McGonagall, it's a pleasure to see you bringing another young wizard to my shop."

McGonagall gently pulled Dylan forward. "Please help him find a wand that suits him."

She then looked down at Dylan and said, "I need to pick up some magical supplies. Once you're done choosing your wand, wait for me at the entrance."

"Got it, Professor." Dylan nodded.

The doorbell chimed again as McGonagall left the shop.

Ollivander turned his attention to the new young wizard standing before him, a smile appearing on his lips. "Child, are you ready to become a true wizard? By the way, which hand do you use most often?"

"I'm looking forward to it." Dylan raised his arm. "I'm right-handed."

"Oh! Good, give me a moment." Ollivander walked up to Dylan and measured him with a ruler, carefully taking note of his arm length and other proportions.

After that, he rummaged through a stack of wand boxes and pulled one out.

"Try this one."

Dylan took the wand and, out of habit, gave it a casual wave.

In the next second, muscle memory nearly made him cast *Avada Kedavra* right at Ollivander.

"Oh, crap!"

Startled, Dylan quickly suppressed the spell forming in his mind and instead gave a small flick of his wrist.

*Whoosh!*

A gust of wind suddenly burst through the room, knocking over the neatly organized shelves of wand boxes, sending wands clattering to the floor.

Ollivander, however, seemed completely unfazed. With a slight wave of his own wand, he murmured, "Reparo!"

The fallen boxes were magically lifted and returned to their original places.

"Well, that one's clearly not a match for you."

Frowning, Ollivander turned back to the shelves, searching for another wand.

"How about this one?"

Dylan took it and gave it a try.

*Whoosh!*

A burst of magical flames shot out.

"It seems your magic is quite volatile," Ollivander observed as he reclaimed the wand. Then, he handed Dylan another, and another…

Seven or eight wands later, every single one caused some kind of disaster.

Dylan started to feel uneasy.

Could this be the reason he had learned an Unforgivable Curse at full strength before even mastering basic wandwork? Were the wands rejecting him because of it?

"Don't worry, child. I have plenty of wands. There's bound to be one that suits you."

Noticing Dylan's troubled expression, Ollivander tried to reassure him.

But he had completely missed the point.

Dylan forced a smile. "Well, I really appreciate your patience, sir."

"Serving customers is my duty. You're not the pickiest wizard I've met." Ollivander chuckled.

He continued searching the shelves, from the bottom row to the very top.

"Not this one… not this one either… Maybe—try this?"

Ollivander pulled another wand from the wall and handed it to Dylan.

Dylan took it and gave it a gentle wave.

*BOOM!*

A surge of powerful magic exploded from the wand, sending a shockwave straight toward Ollivander.

Dylan was terrified.

But Ollivander effortlessly neutralized the force with a flick of his own wand.

Dylan let out a sigh of relief but couldn't shake the question forming in his mind.

"How can a young wizard who hasn't even started learning spells yet cause explosions like this just by testing wands?"

Dylan picked up another wand and gave it a try.

This time, there was a massive explosion.

Ollivander swiftly used an emergency counterspell to suppress it.

Meanwhile, Dylan focused inward, feeling the fluctuations of magic within him.

"It seems like… there's a brief moment of uncontrolled change?"

This change led to flames, shockwaves, and even explosions.

Why did every wand he touched unleash a powerful effect, even though he hadn't spoken a single incantation?

Dylan continued testing wands, one after another.

Until finally, Ollivander realized something was off.

"Wait a second! What exactly are you doing?"

"Huh? I'm trying to see if I can control the output of magic at the moment of release, using certain techniques."

"…What did you just say? *Oh my god!* You little wizard, you're absolutely insane!"

Ollivander's eyes widened in shock, his expression turning serious.

He even dropped the wand box in his hand and strode up to Dylan, gripping the boy's wand-holding hand firmly.

"Stop doing that immediately! You're experimenting with spell creation! That's an extremely dangerous thing to do! And it's *definitely* not something you should be worrying about right now!"

"Spell… creation?" Dylan raised an eyebrow, allowing Ollivander to take the wand from his hand.

"Yes. The earliest wizards who studied magic had to go through this process. Back then, my ancestors hadn't even started making wands yet."

Ollivander looked both alarmed and deeply concerned that Dylan might continue experimenting in secret.

"In ancient times, wizards believed magic had a will of its own. They let their magic run wild, trying to find patterns within the chaos. Over time, this led to the creation of spells."

"But unleashing magic without control? *That's a death sentence!*"

*(End of Chapter)*