As for the two talent points, Erwin thought for a moment and directly applied both of them to his Ordinary Spells Talent.
After all, he needed to build up his strength as quickly as possible, and the speed at which he mastered Spells and their proficiency were precisely what determined his strength.
With that, Erwin called out to the system in his mind and opened the system panel!
[Name: Erwin Cavendish!]
[Age: Eleven!]
[Identity: Current head of the Cavendish family, incoming Hogwarts first-year student!]
[Talents:
Transfiguration Talent: 3/10!
Ordinary Spells Talent: 6/10!
Dark Arts Talent: 9/10!
Potions Talent: 6/10!
Ancient Magic Talent: */10! (Locked, requires special means to unlock!)]
[Pets: None!]
[Special Skill Card: Mana Reserve (Gold)!]
[Spells Mastery Card: None!]
[Items: Big Meats x3! Magic-Enhancing Potion (Shoddy Version) x2! Grindelwald's Puppet x1! Versatile Robe x1! Mysterious Egg x1!]
[Current Prestige Points: 50!]
Erwin nodded in satisfaction. Overall, this system was quite good.
Those random items could be stored in the system's reward inventory.
As long as he didn't claim them, they wouldn't be taken out.
The only pity was that things outside of system rewards couldn't be stored inside; otherwise, Erwin would have had a portable storage space. Wouldn't that have been wonderful?
Erwin closed the gacha interface. The beginner gacha was pretty satisfying.
It was just a pity that it was limited to a ten-roll; this starter pack was not generous at all.
So stingy.
Oh well, never mind, he understood. It was just a small-minded system after all, he couldn't expect too much from it.
After finishing the black tea on the table, Dumbledore returned.
"Mr. Cavendish, sorry to keep you waiting!"
Erwin quickly stood up. "Professor! You're back! You're too kind!"
Dumbledore smiled and asked, "How did it go? Have you finished exchanging your currency?"
Erwin nodded. "Of course, a Professor's name still carries plenty of weight!"
Dumbledore said, "In that case, let's leave!"
Erwin nodded and followed Dumbledore out of Gringotts.
Standing at the entrance of Gringotts, Dumbledore said, "For a young wizard, the most important thing is his wand! This is something that may accompany a wizard for the rest of their life! Now, let's set off to help you choose a wand!"
Erwin felt a surge of excitement.
A wand—a wizard's weapon, no less important than the guns in the hands of someone from a criminal syndicate background like him.
Dumbledore led Erwin straight to the most famous shop in Diagon Alley.
It was also the starting point for every wizard.
Ollivander's Wand Shop.
Professional mental patients for many years.
Wait, he seemed to have used the wrong word.
Of course, that wasn't important.
Standing at the entrance of Ollivander's Wand Shop, looking at this famous Diagon Alley landmark, it would be a lie to say he wasn't excited.
Dumbledore was also feeling somewhat nostalgic. "I still remember when I first came here! Back then, I was your age! It was right here that I got my first wand. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed! Past events still seem as if they happened just yesterday, occasionally surfacing in my mind!"
As he spoke, Dumbledore actually wiped his eyes.
Erwin was somewhat speechless. He had forgotten this very important detail: the older people got, the more they loved reminiscing about the past.
After recovering for a moment, Dumbledore said, "Forgive me, Mr. Cavendish. You know how it is! When one gets old, one loves to look back on the past!"
Although Erwin was speechless inside, he said outwardly, "It's fine, Professor! Time is a sharp blade; while it inflicts wounds, it also leaves indelible marks. Memories are sometimes the most precious thing of all!"
Dumbledore nodded, his eyes full of approval. "Mr. Cavendish, your insights and your unique metaphor are truly breathtaking!"
Erwin smiled. "You flatter me, Professor! So, shall we go in now?"
Dumbledore said, "Of course! You will find the wand that suits you best right here!"
With that, Dumbledore pushed open the door and entered the shop.
A few tinkling bells rang out.
Then came the sound of a sliding ladder scraping against the floor.
Ollivander poked his head out from among those huge cabinets.
Upon seeing Dumbledore, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.
"Professor Dumbledore? Long time no see!"
Dumbledore nodded. "Indeed! It certainly has been a long time. Would you mind coming down first to help our young wizard choose a wand?"
Ollivander climbed down the ladder and came to the counter, his gaze falling upon Erwin.
Erwin gave a slight nod. "Hello, sir!"
Ollivander exclaimed in surprise, "What a standard aristocratic greeting! Young sir, which family do you come from?"
Erwin said, "Cavendish!"
Ollivander looked puzzled. "Cavendish? I've never heard of that family. Is it a foreign Pure-blood family?"
Erwin shook his head. "No! But I think before long, you will hear the name of the Cavendish family! Because I have come to the wizarding world!"
Hearing Erwin's words, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a sharp light, but he quickly concealed it.
Ollivander was also stunned for a moment, then smiled. "An interesting new student! I look forward to that day! Then, may I have your name?"
"Erwin, Erwin Cavendish!"
Ollivander nodded. "Then, Mr. Cavendish, tell me, which is your wand arm?"
Erwin raised his right hand.
The next moment, a tape measure nearby automatically floated up and began measuring Erwin's height and arm length.
In fact, the tape measure even took the liberty of measuring Erwin's chest and waist.
Erwin didn't understand, but he was profoundly shocked.
Pray tell, what did using a wand have to do with one's chest and waist?
Height and arm length he could understand. Was there really any need for the chest and waist measurements?
Then, the tape measure retracted and landed on the table.
Ollivander said, "Such a perfectly proportioned figure, Mr. Cavendish!"
The corners of Erwin's mouth twitched slightly.
Turns out, choosing a wand was actually a beauty pageant process?
Ollivander scribbled something on a piece of paper, then pulled a box out from under the counter and opened it, taking out a wand.
"Try this one. Ash wood, mountain dragon heartstring core, only those who are stubborn, resolute, and brave can use it well!"
With that, he handed the wand to Erwin.
Erwin took it in his hand and gave it a casual wave.
Immediately, a burst of energy shot out from the wand and struck the floor nearby, shattering the tiles instantly.
Erwin frowned.
He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt as though this wand was resisting him.
This feeling was very strange.
Erwin handed the wand back to Ollivander. "Sir, I think this wand might not be very suitable for me!"