great-warnovel Chapter 10 A Good Wand
Chapter 10 A Good Wand
"It's some kind of goblin metal... but I can't recognize it." Lily frowned. "Since the goblins rebelled again and allied with the Muggles, they've developed even more bizarre alloys that are difficult for ordinary wizards to master."
She noticed the heartstrings wrapped around it: "Is this your cane core? I didn't even recognize it."
You should know that she is one of the last two Potions Masters of this century, and there are very few materials in the world that she cannot recognize.
"It smells like Thestral blood, but also carries a hint of unicorn holiness. How could these two possibly blend together?! No, no, the wood grain is so similar to parts of the Bowtruckle's body..."
Hermione looked up and saw the Potions Professor gradually getting into a research state, and said, "I saw through my visions that there should be a military factory under this fortress, with goblin forging tables inside."
"Ah, that's right. This kind of stubborn metal is unlikely to be changed by a young wizard's determination." Lily suddenly realized, "But you actually have a third eye?"
Since the world descended into chaos, the number of prophets capable of foreseeing the future has dwindled.
Hermione shook her head innocently: "I don't know, I'll see it when I touch it."
"Alright, let's go find the forging platform together, and while we're at it, let's tell your headmistress, lest she go crazy if the two children go missing." Of course, she couldn't let a girl venture into the dangerous and unknown underground, so she released a silver doe, which hopped away to deliver the message.
The explosion that year did not cause much damage underground. Guided by the visions Hermione saw, they smoothly descended layer by layer, passing through the raw material area, smelting area, molding area, and warehouse area. At the deepest part of the military factory, they saw the circular hall located at the deepest part of the research layer.
The exterior is covered with wires and control panels, and red and green indicator lights are installed on the huge box, giving it a strong Soviet style.
Further in, the ground is engraved with shimmering silver fairy script, forming a mysterious magic circle in concentric circles. Some cables follow the path to the center, where a thick, half-stone, half-metal anvil stands, with a fairy forging hammer leaning against it.
"Unbelievable! How did these fairies combine Muggle knowledge with their magic?!" Lily was shocked by the semi-technological, semi-magical equipment around her, cleaning up the remains of those who had died from radiation with her wand and carefully observing this "fairy technology."
Hermes felt a slight warmth in the metal rod in his hand; this was where it was born.
"This is it, I haven't come to the wrong place." Hermione nodded to Harry, walked up to the goblin forging table, placed the control rod wrapped with her heartstrings on the goblin anvil, and picked up the forging hammer.
It was surprisingly light, which was unexpected considering it was for a small fairy. In terms of size and weight, it was surprisingly easy for her to handle.
"Phew~" She let out a long sigh, stroking the metal rod with one hand while adjusting her mindset.
"Forging... I suppose I should do that..."
Magic slowly gathered, an invisible wind silently swirled around the magic circle, the long-off power cables crackled with electricity, and the fairy anvil, originally pitch black, gradually began to glow from within.
At this moment, Professor McGonagall, who had received the news, finally rushed over. She saw Hermione standing on the forging table, but instead of disturbing her, she walked over to Harry and watched quietly.
The forging hammer was raised high.
The first impact!
"Clang!!!"
The loud voice was deafening, echoing throughout the hall, causing the three onlookers to cover their ears.
A strong wind blew from the metal rod, lifting Hermione's long hair, but she didn't notice as her eyes were closed.
"Singing in the desolate tundra, resounding beneath the secret forge..."
"The authority to mediate all things..."
"Clang!!!"
"A miracle of living from the brink of death..."
"Clang!!!"
"I will forge you!"
"Clang!!!"
The hammer blows grew faster and faster, accompanied by Hermione's soft yet firm pronouncement. A stunning light flashed with each strike of the hammer, as if illuminating the world.
"The thunder originates from the stars, follows the ultimate truth of the Dharma circle, summarizes and guides, and unites all streams into one!"
"Clang!!!"
"A wand... is an extension of the wizard's will..." McGonagall murmured to herself, her face showing the same shock as when she saw Dumbledore giving up sugar: "Personality... traits... the wand chooses the wizard... but the wizard... forges the order of the wand..."
She recalled the Ollivander notebook she had found in the ruins, and at that moment, she finally understood its meaning.
Forging continues.
Under the forging hammer of the fairies, the fairy core metal finally abandoned its pride, softening and deforming little by little, and the heartstrings of the magical creatures were successfully integrated into it.
"Not enough!" Hermione thought.
A fire burned in her heart, a vision of the golden tree turning to ashes.
The meteor brought a crucible of life's myriad aspects, and the Queen forged an order where cause and effect are one.
That is the French Circle, the highest realm that everyone at the intersection yearns for, the ultimate embodiment of world order!
"I too will forge my own order!" she thought, raising the forging hammer high once more!
"Clang!!!"
Like a sudden clap of thunder, lightning flashed.
A golden light flashed, and the demon core metal and the heartstrings of the hundred beasts finally merged perfectly together, becoming one.
Golden waves spread from the anvil, like the birth of a new star, stirring ripples across the universe.
It is no longer a metal created by fairies, nor an indispensable part of a nuclear reactor. Under Hermione's forging, it has become Hermione's wand, with the power to mediate all things and the tender shoots that produce miracles!
As the light faded, a magnificent long staff appeared on the forging table.
It is entirely silver-white, engraved with patterns of a hundred beasts galloping and surging, with barely perceptible gold flowing within the patterns. At the top of the staff is a closed flower bud, within which the azure light representing the power of the pyroxene is contained and firmly bound.
With a clang, the forging hammer slipped from the girl's hand, and she leaned wearily against the anvil, struggling to stay upright.
The forging had exhausted her magic, and she was now as if she hadn't slept for three days and three nights.
Lily rushed over and poured the invigorating potion into the girl's mouth, and the girl's condition improved significantly.
"Although it's past the designated time for wand selection, I think this is the most exquisite wandmaking I've ever seen," Professor McGonagall said. "Miss Granger, you've given me another surprise. If the first year hadn't officially started yet, I would have given Gryffindor twenty points!"
Hermione hugged her staff and smiled.
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When the four returned to Hogwarts on two broomsticks, all the children and professors had returned. Although some were injured, no greater tragedy occurred.
Hermione, who had just jumped off the broom after catching her breath, saw Lucius, radiating a cold aura, sweep through the crowd, raise his sinister bone wand, and menacingly prepare to cast a spell on her.
"Lucius! What are you doing!" McGonagall immediately stood in front of the little witch, like a lioness protecting her cubs.
"You're going to lay a hand on a student at Hogwarts!?" Since 1956, when she became the Head of Gryffindor and the Transfiguration Professor, no professor had ever dared to extend a wand at a student in front of her!
"Ask her what she did! She almost killed Draco!" Lucius roared. At this moment, he no longer seemed like a cunning viper, but more like his lifelong rival from Gryffindor.
"A noble pureblood like you would lay a hand on a classmate, trying to use their hand bones and tongue to make a wand. Don't you have the guts to face the consequences of failure?" Hermione stepped out from behind McGonagall, leaning on her silver wand, which was taller than her, and questioned her defiantly.
The newly restored magic resonated with the power of the radiant stone, reflecting a strong blue light.
McGonagall looked on incredulously: "Lucius! How dare you! Bring your Malfoy Castle ways to Hogwarts! Merlin! If Dumbledore were here..."
"If Dumbledore could still be holding on to his crippled body..." Lucius sneered, about to say something.
"Shut up!" McGonagall drew her wand, and an astonishing aura rose from her body. Everything in the courtyard trembled as if a great bell had been struck, and seemed about to melt and transform into deadly weapons at any moment.
All the young wizards fell silent, and even Lily and Lucius were speechless for a moment.
Although both were professors, when they were students, McGonagall was already a respected and authoritative Transfiguration professor. Coupled with the almost perceptible surge of magic, any intelligent person would know not to provoke an angry lioness.
The scene fell silent for a moment.
"Dad~" A weak plea broke the heavy atmosphere on the field; it was Draco.
He was pale, but the radiation in his body had been completely cleared.
He had a wand hanging at his waist that looked like rotten wood, and Hermione knew it was a wand the moment she saw it.
"Draco, it seems you've heeded my advice," Hermione suddenly spoke, breaking the solemnity of the courtyard.
"You didn't ask your father for help in time, but instead endured the pain and found the magic wand that truly belonged to you, right?"
Draco didn't speak, but his expression betrayed him.
"Can I see it?" Hermione held out her hand.
Draco hesitated for a moment, then drew his wand and handed it over. Lucius tried to stop him, but was stopped by McGonagall's stern gaze.
Perhaps it was because she had just completed an extremely difficult wand forging, or perhaps it was the blessing of the fairy forging hammer, but her senses were greatly enhanced.
"Rotten wood found in the swamp, but the heartwood is not decayed." She closed her eyes slightly, as if she could see the boy with obsessive-compulsive disorder crying as he wandered through the waist-deep, cold mud.
"The core of the staff is an unborn snake egg, its life and death in a state of chaos. I don't know what kind of snake it is, but I saw its mother trying to use her body to block the flames when disaster struck."
Draco's mouth dropped open; she had gotten everything right.
"Tianmu?" McGonagall asked Lily in a low voice, and the latter nodded hesitantly.
Hermione returned the wand to the boy: "This is a good wand, better than my hand and tongue."
After saying that, she turned and walked towards the castle.