Hogwarts wizards who signed in to Middle-earth.

Chapter 309 Five Hundred Wizards
After the women completed their transformation, these witches, who seemed to have been reborn, gradually adapted to the changes in their bodies under Alvin's guidance.

Furthermore, Alvin plans to personally teach these new witches how to learn and master magic.

Meanwhile, Dui was having the men enter the blood pool one by one to fuse with dragon blood and gain magical abilities.

Because the number of participants exceeded the limit, and the existing fire dragon blood was insufficient for everyone to complete the transformation.

Dui specially selected another hundred of the most outstanding and loyal people and divided them into another group to wait.

After the people in front absorbed the power of the dragon's blood and completed the bloodline fusion, Dui once again used the enlarged "crucible pool" to create a bloodline fusion potion that was enough to transform the remaining people.

Because there was no more Fire Dragon Blood in stock, Dui chose to use Frost Dragon Blood instead.

The Frost Dragon is an ancient dragon, containing hundreds or thousands of times more magic power than a wyvern. So, while a bucket of fire dragon blood would normally be enough to transform one person, a bucket of Frost Dragon blood is enough to turn ten people into wizards.

The Frost Dragon was enormous, and Dui collected over a hundred barrels of its blood.

He took out ten buckets of Frost Dragon Blood and poured them into the pool.

Unlike the previous bloodline fusion potion, which resembled scalding magma, this potion, infused with the blood of the Frost Dragon, turned icy blue and emitted an aura of extreme cold.

The temperature in the entire room plummeted due to the potion in the pool, as if it were the dead of winter with snow.

Looking at the pool that wasn't frozen but was radiating cold air, everyone suspected that if they went in, they would be frozen into ice sculptures.

Leading the group was Brog, the chieftain of the Black Barbarians, who jumped into the pool first.

The next second, he felt his whole body freeze, his consciousness and thoughts became stiff and sluggish, and the chill that penetrated to his very bones and soul made him unable to even make a sound.

The remaining people were those with the highest courage, willpower, and loyalty, chosen by Dui, so they jumped into the icy pool without hesitation.

Everyone was frozen in the pool. The icy, stinging cold seeped into their bodies along with the dragon's blood, freezing their blood vessels and hearts, and slowing their thinking, but the pain was still incredibly clear.

It was as if he was being slowly tortured with countless ice blades, or as if every inch of his flesh was filled with ice needles. The pain was no less than that of the person who had fused with the fire dragon's blood, and perhaps even worse.

However, the benefits are relative.

Previously, people absorbed and integrated the blood of dragons.

This time, however, it was the blood of the Frost Dragon that it absorbed.

After the transformation, those who absorbed the blood of the Frost Dragon will have stronger magic power than before.

As time passed, the dragon blood in the pool was completely absorbed, and everyone broke out of their ice shells.

These people's physical attributes have not only changed, but their eyes also have a hint of icy blue, and they exude a faint chill.

Everyone watched with surprise and delight at the changes in themselves.

Brog, the leader of the Black Barbarian Lands with the best aptitude, was able to sense the magic power within his body without any instruction. He gently touched the pool water with his finger, and a small layer of ice instantly formed on the water.

Such ability surprised even Dui.

This Brog really impressed him; he had only just gained magic power and was already able to figure out some abilities.

This can be called genius.

After all 540 people had completed their transformation, Dui waved to clean up the remaining liquid and residue in the pool, and then led everyone back to the banquet hall.

Looking at these people, Dui felt a headache coming on again.

It seems he still needs to train a wand maker, otherwise he alone wouldn't have the time to make wands for so many people.

However, a wand is a wizard's essential spellcasting weapon. Without a suitable wand, a wizard cannot cast spells accurately and efficiently, or even release powerful incantations.

It can be said that whoever masters wand making is essentially a weapons manufacturer.

Dui naturally couldn't just hand over something so important.

Therefore, he needed to select someone with wand-making talent who would be forever loyal to him to train as a wand maker. Furthermore, he needed to use multiple magical oaths and contracts to guarantee that the trained wand maker would always serve him and would not betray him.

Thinking this, Dui looked at the hundreds of new wizards present.

He announced directly that he would choose one of them to teach the art of wand making.

This news immediately excited everyone.

After all, they had all seen the wands in the hands of the lord, the butler, and the mayor, and knew that those things were the tools that allowed them to cast spells.

They also knew that with so many of them, it was impossible for the lord to make wands for each of them individually.

However, if one can learn to make wands, one will not only have one's own wand, but will also be highly valued by the lord and be able to make wands for others.

So everyone looked on with anticipation, hoping that the lord would take a liking to them.

However, Dui did not choose immediately. After all, wand making requires talent, and to know who has good talent, one must personally practice to know their abilities.

So Dui waved his hand and conjured up a pile of wood and wand-making tools, and then began to teach them how to make wands.

Of course, only the most basic surface techniques were taught, such as wand carving and polishing, while the core wand techniques were retained.

As long as the core technology is in hand, even in the magical world, many people know what materials are suitable for making wand shafts and cores, but they can't even make a wand that can barely cast spells, let alone compare with the wands produced by Ollivander.

After Dui taught them the basics of wand-making, everyone picked up wood and carving knives and tried their best to impress the lord.

Even Edward, the butler, joined the competition after obtaining Dui's permission.

However, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, and not everyone is talented in wand making.

Some clumsy people can't even hold a piece of wood steadily, let alone carve the shape of a magic wand, let alone do more delicate work.

Dui shook his head as he looked at the strangely shaped works in the hands of those people.

From the perspective of a cane maker, these people could be described as rotten wood that cannot be carved.

These people clearly knew they weren't up to the task, and they sheepishly put down the wood and carving knives, giving up the competition.

As for the butler Edward, Dui nodded after looking at him.

While not exceptionally talented, he was still quite good; at the very least, he could carve wood into the shape of a magic wand.

That's something worth considering.

However, when Dui's gaze fell on a young man's hand, he revealed a look of surprise.

He was a young man in his early twenties with red hair and freckles. The carving knife was constantly wielded in his hand, gradually carving a piece of wood into the shape of a magic wand. It looked smooth, well-made, and beautiful.

Dui walked up to him, picked up the wand that was already taking shape, examined it for a moment, and then showed a hint of appreciation.

He then looked at the red-haired youth and asked gently, "Young man, what is your name?"

The red-haired youth was a little nervous and answered awkwardly, "Bill, sir, my name is Bill."

“Okay, Bill, don’t be nervous,” Dui said with a smile, trying to reassure him. “You seem quite skilled at wood carving. Are you a carpenter?”

Bill, both nervous and excited, shook his head. “Sir, I’m not a carpenter. I’m a militiaman in Hogsmeade. But my father is a carpenter, and I learned wood carving from him, so I’m quite familiar with carving wood.”

Duy nodded, toying with the wand wood in his hand, and said admiringly to Bill, "Your craftsmanship is excellent, and you have a talent for wand making. Would you like to learn wand making from me?"

Amidst the envious glances of others, Bill excitedly nodded repeatedly: "Yes! I do!"

Dui smiled. "Alright, then you'll stay in the castle and learn wand making from me. When you make your own wand, you'll be considered a master, and then you'll be making all the other people's wands. Can you do that?"

"It can be done!"

(End of this chapter)