Harry Potter: Can't a Person Make a Wand in Peace?

Mr. Garrick Ollivander, owner of Ollivander's Wand Shop, is troubled because his son refuses to learn wandmaking from him and insists on going into business instead. Luckily, he still has a sweet, adorable grandson. Viral Ollivander: “Don't be like that, Grandpa. I don't want to make wands either...” Of course, he still learned. When a certain young dragon sees his roommate doing crafts in their dorm: “What are you doing, making a cane?” Viral: “It's a magic staff, thank you very much.” Reform the Wizarding World by starting with improved wands! Reading notes: The protagonist, Viral, can communicate with wands and has a wandmaking golden finger. He is neither reborn nor transmigrated. Pairing: Draco. He gradually acquires memories of the Draco from the fanfic version. Lots of author-created details. A young, childish, platinum-haired dragon top who gradually merges with his reborn memories × a seemingly aloof bottom with maxed-out wandmaking talent This story is not contracted. Updates are irregular, but I absolutely won't abandon it. The author writes out of love. Please be kind to one another in the comments. Drop by if you like it, and leave if you don't. Love you all, mwah! Please add my upcoming story to your collection: Coffee Jelly Is the Best Thing in the World! Synopsis: Mizumi Xuanguang's true form is an odd-looking dessert. He was adopted as a child by the great yokai Yuki-onna. From the time he could remember, other yokai secretly mocked him for being a dessert, so he set off on a journey to discover what kind of being he really was. But somehow, nothing about this journey seemed right... The strongest sorcerer: “Huh~ Coffee jelly can become a cursed spirit too?” The boy who inherited the Book of Friends: “I-it's a jelly yokai...” The girl whose family runs a shrine and who often jumps down wells: “It's a jelly yokai, too! +1” The newly appointed God of Ties: “Could he be a divine messenger who was enlightened?” The genius scientist who wants to defeat his esper younger brother: “You must be a coffee-jelly-flavored slime alien from outer space, Kusuo's weakness!” Mizumi Xuanguang: “Could you please answer the questions properly, you weird humans?! And you, stop looking at me with that spine-chillingly eager expression, ” Pink-haired esper: “Let's make a deal. Just one bite.” Mizumi Xuanguang: “Never! Give up. Even if I melt or get baked dry, I won't let a human eat me. They can't even lick me!” Then, later: “This is so good!” Kusuo Saiki never thought he could develop feelings for anyone. After all, with his X-ray vision, if he looked at anyone for too long, all he saw was a model of their insides. Until one day, through the crowd, he spotted a boy with cream-colored hair. Beneath that beautiful exterior was a body filled with glistening, silky coffee-colored gel. Tempting condensed milk flowed through it like blood, and a sweet, faintly bitter aroma drifted through the air. Saiki: “This is so good.” Much later, Saiki said earnestly, “I really was looking at his insides.” Mizumi Xuanguang: “That sounds like a horror story. Heh.” Theme: Dedication to one's work and the spirit of craftsmanship