A magic wand, or more precisely, her magic wand.

After wandering around Diagon Alley buying the items listed in the letter, Corra and her mother finally arrived at the last shop: Ollivanders, the only place to buy a wand. Corra and her mother entered the shop, the sound of the bell jingling, signaling that a customer had entered. The shop is narrow and shabby, dimly lit, with dust particles dancing in the air of the shop, making the shop smell like a mixture of dust, paper, and wood (which is Corra's favorite smell), giving a calming impression to Corra.

Corra looked around, shelves filled with slim, narrow boxes (which Corra guessed, contained wands) crowded the room up to the ceiling. Corra turned to her mother, who seemed to be looking around the store as if looking for someone, then smiled and nodded. "Ollivander,"

Corra turned around to find an old man standing before them. "Grace! Grace Hoppercaff. Or should I call you Mrs. Henselwood now?" He said with a friendly smile. The person's pale eyes shining like moons. "It feels like it was just a few days ago that you bought your first wand here. Is your wand still working?" he asked.

"Oh, yes. Yes." She took out her wand and showed it to Ollivander. "Actually I came here to take my daughter, Corra to buy her first wand," She put her hand on Corra's shoulder and squeezed it gently.

Ollivander stared into Corra's eyes intently, as if reading something only he could. "I remember all the wands I've ever sold and their owners, Corra Henselwood. Your father's wand is 10 and a quarter inches Ebony Wood and Dragon heartstrings," Ollivander took a tape measure from his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

Corra holds out her right arm, which is directly measured by the tape measure. Ollivander disappeared behind a pile of shelves and wand boxes while muttering something that neither Corra nor her mother could hear.

"Try this one, Miss Henselwood. Laurel wood and dragon heartstrings, eleven inch. Take it and give it a wave,"

Corra took her wand and waved it, making several cardboard wands in front of her fly quite far with a loud BANG sound. "Not this one..." Ollivander took the wand from Corra's hand and took another wand.

"Your mother's wand is 11 and a quarter inches of Hazel wood and Unicorn Hair. Now try this one; Maple and unicorn hair, 9 inches," Ollivander gives another wand to Corra, which after Corra swung it a few times, nothing happened. No. Not that one either, Ollivander went back and forth to get a new wand and give it to Corra.

Corra waved every wand Ollivander had given her, but none of them suited her. Either her wand swung to nothing, or a powerful force breaks the shop's window glass. at this point they already spent half an hour looking for a suitable wand, Alder, Blackthorn, Larch, Spruce, Walnut, nothing. Corra begins to grow pessimistic as she tries each new wand Ollivander gives her (who seems happier each time Corra didn't finds a suitable wand yet), while her mother waited in the corner of the room, yawning occasionally. "Now this is a tricky case. A rare tricky case," Ollivander muttered under his breath. "I think... this one...,"

Ollivander handed Corra another wand. It was a warm brown with natural gradations. Its body was slender with a slight thickening and fine carvings in the center, elongated with a sharply tapered tip. The bottom end was more rounded and appeared to be silver-plated. Corra held the stick and felt warmth radiating from it. The tip of the wand emitted a faint bluish-white light, before becoming very bright for a moment and disappear.

"The wand choose you!," her mother half shouted from the corner of the room. "32,1 cm chestnut wood and dragon heartstring," Ollivander took Corra's Wand and put it back in its box before wrapping it.

Flexible, very resistant, which requires endurance and determination, very efficient for transfiguration spells. I hope you take good care of your wand," Ollivander handed her the package containing her wand. "Thank you," Corra smiled kindly and accepted the package.

After paying, Corra and her mother left the shop and prepared to go home. "Are you happy, Corra?" Her mother asked Corra who was carrying the package containing her wand and others. Corra nodded, smiling wider.