Hogwarts: more magic than magic

Chapter 71 The Origin of the Wand

He got up early today and woke up at dawn.

He opened his eyes and stretched his waist, lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt and rolling around.

"It seems that the talent produced by the simulator is really easy to use, and you don't have to worry about not getting enough sleep in the future."

Chez only got two or three hours of sleep last night, but with the double help of No Dream Sleep and (Lie Flat), he woke up this morning feeling more comfortable than ever.

After a simple wash, he took out the crucible and the materials that had been simply processed, and began to configure the potion for Judith.

Of course, it's not just about giving Judith the two potions for learning.

Most of the potions he brought out from school this time had been consumed in the battle the night before.

So he had to reconfigure some available potions for the new operation that he was going to carry out today.

By the time Blanca gets up to make breakfast, he's almost done.

After greeting her, he threw the last medicinal material into the dry pot and stirred it with a glass rod.

When Branca brought over the breakfast, Chez had just sealed up all the configured potions.

"Kiz! You've been busy all morning! What are you doing?" Blanca leaned over and asked curiously.

"These are for Judith. Her learning efficiency is too low. These potions can improve her memory and comprehension skills, and help her complete her studies better."

"Although I don't understand it, it seems to be very powerful.

My mother is actually a wizard, and she always wanted me to be a great wizard when I was a child.

But then when I was 11 years old, my magic never awakened, so he sent me to my dad. "

Blanca recounted the past with envy.

"So your knighthood was taught by your father?"

"Yeah! That old man is bad! I never liked him very much. But why can't I learn magic!"

She said bad things on her mouth, but there was a longing look on her face.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, go and wake up Judith, it's time for breakfast!"

"Okay! I'm going!", Keiz put the last crystal bottle in his bag and walked to Judith's door.

"Today's breakfast can be eaten without worry, it won't be like what Judith made yesterday!", she said while patting her plump breasts.

After he finished his breakfast, Judith staggered up.

Keiz swung his wand and brought in today's "Daily Prophet" in the mailbox, floating it in the air and flipping through it.

Several big news have made today's newspaper extremely thick, like a thick magazine.

All the news from yesterday and the day before yesterday.

After two days of fermentation, the 'Destruction of the Rolle Family Manor' became even hotter.

"Incident of giant lion running wild on a rainy night", although there are no live photos, the interviewer called a master sketcher to draw the giant lion from the interviewee's dictation.

In the "Disappearance of a Peasant Woman on a Rainy Night", only a pool of blood was left on the bed at the crime scene, and the peasant woman was nowhere to be found.

'The cases of tramps and beggars disappearing one after another and so on.

These intensive emergencies caused waves in the peaceful magical world.

Unfortunately, most of the cases in this morning's paper were committed by Keeze.

Looking at the editor's outrageous speculation in the newspaper, Keiz almost laughed out loud.

By the time Keez finished reading the paper, Judith had almost finished breakfast.

He took out the prepared potions, put them on the table, and pushed them in front of her.

"Hey! This is it."

"What?" Judith didn't respond.

"The two potions I told you about yesterday! Have you forgotten?"

"You mean memory potions and intelligence enhancers? But didn't you say you tried them this morning?"

"Little Chez got up early in the morning and has been busy till now!" Branca said while propping her chin.

Judith picked up one of the bottles and studied it carefully.

"It turned out to be true!
I've seen them in the windows of potions shops, but they're expensive as hell, a hundred or two galleons a bottle.

Did you really give it all to me?These! "

"Why lie to you? It's all yours!"

"Thank you, Keez!"

"Don't be too busy thanking me, you have to finish your homework this morning! You can use your memory as an aid first.

I have something to do later, and I want to see your results before I come back. "

Keiz said with a straight face.

"Ann! Ann! Don't worry, I promise to complete the task." Judith responded with a grimace.

Keiz found the 'Divisor' wand out of the suitcase, thought for a while and took out a random wand from the pile of standard wands.

Then he carefully camouflaged the suitcase and hid it.

Then he walked out of the house alone.

He wandered around first, then headed for Diagon Alley via the Leaky Cauldron.

He walked around the streets of Diagon Alley pretending to be absent-minded, and then looked around at the surrounding environment, as if to confirm whether someone was following him.

Then a flash into Ollivander's wand shop.

It's still the same as the last time I came in here.

Qiz still feels that this century-old store gives him a sense of sight of a dilapidated shoe store.

He looked up and looked at everything in the store, but he still didn't find out where Ollivander was in the first place.

Two steps forward, he was about to go over the counter.

Just then, a ladder slid down against the wand boxes stacked to the top of the wall, and the diminutive Ollivander was standing on it.

His sapphire eyes were fixed on Keeze below.

"Hello, little wizard!

If you're here to buy a wand, it doesn't seem like it's time to start school yet!
Oh yes yes!I remembered!
Beech and dragon's heart nerve, nine inches long.Right!your wand!

You're one of the two little wizards Hagrid brought with us!

I remember you.Mr Keez!
Is your wand broken?Of course, if you need to repair the wand, I'm happy to help, but I've been a little busy lately, so you can leave it here first.

after repair"

The wand that Keeze drew cut short his babbling flow.

The thing caught his attention completely, and his bright eyes, completely unbelievable for his age, were fixed on the wand.

Opening his mouth wide, he quickly climbed down the ladder.

"This, this, this!", I couldn't say a complete sentence after stammering for a long time.

"Mr. Ollivander, I'm not here to fix wands! Here's a wand I got by accident. Would you like to have a look at it for me?"

"This is simply a perfect work of art!"

Ollivander carefully took the wand with both hands, held it in front of his eyes and began to admire it carefully.

He kept turning the wand between his hands, and made low and continuous comments, "The extinct ancient ebony is used as the body, making it extremely strong.

The extremely rare compound core brings it unparalleled power.

Few people can do this kind of craft. It's not that it's difficult, but it's too wasteful of materials and the yield is extremely low.

But because of this, he can bring more powerful power to the master. "

"Can you see where it came from?" Keiz interrupted his dreamlike assessment.

He just came back to his senses and looked at Qiz, "Can you tell me, kid, where it came from?"

"Sorry! All I can say is that I got it by accident."

"Well! This is supposed to be an extremely fine antique, brought into the world by a wand master at least in the Dark Ages.

You know the dark ages, right?You should have seen it in the magic textbook!
Its former owner should be an extremely powerful wizard, and I can even feel that powerful breath in the wand.

But that should all be a thing of the past, it seems to be completely yours now. "

"It chose you, kid!" Ollivander's face was getting closer and closer, his eyes staring directly at him.

He put the wand into Chizzy's hand, and said, almost cheek-to-cheek, "Take care of it! It's one of the most beautiful works of art I've seen in years."

"And do you know who it belonged to before?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a dark wizard! For hundreds of years, he may have experienced countless masters."

Keiz then took out the standard wand and handed it over, "Please help me look at this wand again!"

Unexpectedly, he didn't pick up the connection, took a step back, and waved his hand with disgust on his face, "Take it! Take it! Take this garbage, it's just some mass-produced garbage!

Those mindless wizards who created these soulless wands are the greatest insult to the craft.

Remember that the wand always chooses the wizard, not the wizard chooses the wand. "

"Then do you know who the people who made him are? Where are they?" Qiz didn't agree with his last sentence, but he didn't refute, but continued to ask.

"Sorry, boy! I think you should go! I have nothing to tell you about that."

"Okay then! I'm sorry to bother you. Then I'll go first."

Keiz put away his wand and left the wand shop.

Not long after he left, a tall, thin, elderly gentleman entered Ollivander's wand shop.

When he entered the store, he closed the door behind him, sat on the only chair in the store, and started chatting with Ollivander like an old friend.

After they exchanged a few pleasantries.

A strong wind suddenly blew outside, and the strong wind with a pile of sundries pushed open the store door that had just been closed.

Ollivander got up and closed the store door again.

They started chatting about family affairs.

"Mr. McLean! It's been a few years since I saw you. How are you doing? I heard that you have been working hard against those inferior wand manufacturers recently, isn't it?"

"Oh! My old friend you know, I've always been like this, and never changed!"

They chatted on and on until McClain brought the topic to antique wands.

"The old antiques are way better than the stuff now! Those so-called new wand makers are killing wizards with their shoddy rubbish."

"Who says it's not? It's still reliable to make old things with old technology."

"As you know, old friend, I've always had a fascination with antiques. Do you have any information on those things?

It would be enough for me to know whether they are still alive or not. "

(End of this chapter)