Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 41: Wand Mutation
It was already noon when Mike woke up the next day. After Dumbledore left last night, Madam Pomfrey once again gave Mike a large glass of medicine. This potion seemed to have a sedative effect. Mike felt that he slept much longer than usual after drinking it.

Mike's wand and the wand case given by Professor Flitwick were all quietly placed on the bedside table. Mike reached out to take the wand, ready to check whether it was damaged in the last battle.

As soon as Mike got the wand, he noticed something strange. Although this blackthorn wood wand looked the same as the original one, the feeling it gave him was completely different from the original one.

Ollivander's skills were beyond reproach. Mike had used other people's wands before, but they were inferior to the blackthorn wood wand that Ollivander had chosen for him. Although other wands could also release magic, there was always a sense of blockage in the process of transferring magic power to the wand, which greatly reduced the power of the magic used.

The blackthorn wood wand did not have this feeling at all, and the magic could come and go freely in it. Compared with other wands, the magic released by Mike using the blackthorn wood wand was at least 30% stronger.

After experiencing the battle in the Forbidden Forest, this wand gave Mike the feeling that it was not a wand at all, but an organ of Mike himself.

The moment the palm touches the wand, the magic power automatically fills the entire wand.

This feeling is very wonderful. According to Mike's magical perception, the magic power in the magic wand is exactly the same as the magic power in his body.

In this state, Mike doesn't need to spend any time to infuse magic power into the wand when casting spells. The magic power will automatically replenish the magic power in the wand as if it has its own consciousness.

Mike knew exactly what this meant.

His spell casting speed will increase to an exaggerated level in the future, and the spell's power will also become even greater. The specific extent will need to be tested in the Room of Request after he recovers.

Mike didn't know why his wand had changed, but he didn't care. Just like Dumbledore told him last night, no matter what, as long as the result was good, it was fine. He could ask Ollivander about the change in the wand after the holiday, and there was no need to worry about it now.

“Crack.”

The door of the infirmary was opened and Draco walked in stealthily.

"Hey, Mike. I came over to see you as soon as I heard you woke up. Are you okay?"

"You coward." Mike said expressionlessly, staring at Malfoy.

"I didn't run away at that time. I went to find help." Draco scratched his head awkwardly. "Look, didn't I bring that big guy Hagrid to rescue you later? You should really thank me. If it weren't for me, you might have been burned to death."

"You're a coward."

"I didn't mean it, I was just scared." Draco's face turned red.

"You're a coward."

"Okay! Okay! Sorry! Okay!" Draco said angrily.

"Is that all? Then what do we need Aurors for?"

"So what do you want?" Draco understood what Mike meant. "How about this, I forgive you for breaking my nose, and you don't tell anyone about what happened that night, how about that?" Mike stroked the wand in his hand and looked at Draco with a smile.

"Plus ten ounces of dragon's blood, and I'll keep it a secret. You don't want the whole world to know that you left your classmates behind and ran away alone."

"It's only five ounces at most. That thing is too expensive!" Draco was furious when he saw Mike's smiling face.

Mike knew when to stop and nodded to Draco. An ounce of dragon's blood sold for about 100 gold galleons in the market, and it was always out of stock. Five ounces would cost gold galleons, which was almost as much as he could make from selling Dolphin Magic Drink for a semester.

Seeing Mike nod in agreement, Draco was obviously relieved, and the expression on his face eased a lot.

He walked to Mike's bed with an awkward pace, raised his head proudly and said: "Besides, after what happened in the Forbidden Forest, I think you may be a special...um, Muggle wizard. Maybe we can be friends."

"A descendant of the Malfoy family, one of the twenty-eight noble pure-blood families, actually wants to make friends with a mudblood? Malfoy, have you been hit on the head by a troll?" Mike said sarcastically, "Also, don't talk to me in that manner. All I can see is your dirty nostrils and the disgusting nose hairs inside."

Draco was a little surprised at first when he heard Mike call himself a mudblood, but he immediately went crazy when he heard the rest of the words.

"Do you think I want to be friends with you? If my father hadn't told me to build a good relationship with you, I would have ignored people like you! Since you don't want to, just pretend I never said anything." Draco said with his hands on the edge of the bed, "But believe me, if you continue to hang out with those talentless people, you will become like them sooner or later."

Draco slammed the door and left.

"This is really surprising. Draco's father would actually attract talented Muggle wizards. This is not shown in the original book." Mike thought, "But this is understandable. Racial discrimination, bloodline discrimination and other discriminations are all insignificant in the face of sufficient interests. I performed well enough, so I attracted their attention. This is normal."

Although the trip to the Forbidden Forest did not yield any unicorn blood, Draco, the victim, actually came to Mike's house and gave him five ounces of dragon blood, which helped Mike resolve his worries. Otherwise, with Mike's financial resources, it would have been difficult for him to buy such an expensive material as dragon blood. Now, maybe there would be some left.

After figuring it out, Mike lay down again and stopped thinking about Draco. The conversation with Draco just now made his head start to hurt again, and he needed to have a good rest.

Unfortunately, Mike was destined to not be able to rest well today. Not long after Draco left, Harry and others came to visit him again.

Harry and Ron, these two heartless guys, were only concerned with asking Mike about what happened that night so they could go back and brag about it to their friends, which made Mike's already aching head even more painful.

Little Hermione is the best. As soon as she came in, she squatted beside Mike's bed and asked him about his well-being. She helped peel an apple and then poured water for Mike.

Hermione's eyes were still red, obviously she had cried before coming here.

Looking at the beautiful little Loli in front of him, Mike felt like his heart was about to melt.

Mike didn't have any desire in his heart. Some people are like this. They can awaken the hope in others' hearts just with their smile and temperament. Mike thinks Hermione is such an angel.

What a nice girl! Why did she marry Ron in the original book?
(End of this chapter)