“It has indeed,” the answer came dispassionately, though Gervaise offered the youngster a reassuring smile. “I have little doubt that the two of you will do great things together.”

As he spoke, he moved behind the counter, from which he drew out an old and hefty tome. The book contained fifty years’ worth of wand details—though those sold in Hogsmeade from 77 to 84 had seen their own records lost in the High Street fires of that same year—and had several cousins kept in the back, each dating back further and further still.

Gerviase remained quiet as he scribed in the precise details of the wand, including its measurements and maker.