Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

"Merlin's beard! I suddenly feel a sense of defeat... I'm afraid I won't be able to surprise you." Ollivander sighed.

"I originally wanted to wait until you made a real magic wand before revealing it to you... but I didn't expect you to figure it out yourself through the Eye of Magic."

Vizette laughed and said, "Mr. Ollivander, the process of making the wand itself has already given me a great surprise."

He gave a brief explanation, then pondered the issue of the active agent, "Mr. Ollivander, what happens if we increase the proportion of different properties in the active agent?"

Chapter 60 The Rod Maker's Conjecture

Vizette went on to say, "What would happen if the active potion possessed more soul-like properties and was then applied to wand making?"

“We are also trying this out.” Ollivander’s tone was somewhat helpless. “The craftsmanship of wand making has actually been improving all along.”

"At least for the Ollivander family, there has been continuous progress... Each generation of Ollivander wand makers improves potion formulas, giving wands stronger soul properties."

“This process is usually very slow, so I can’t imagine… what would happen if I gave the active agent a lot of soul properties…”

Ollivander suddenly realized something and tentatively asked, "Vizet, can you make the active potion... add more soul properties?"

He carefully placed the crystal glass down, his eyes filled with anticipation.

The active potion was similar to the Soul Soothing Agent, which reminded Vizet of an ancient magic: Ancient Magic: Potion Balance Conversion.

Using this ancient magic, one can, with the help of ancient magical power, transform the characteristics of the soul and the properties of the potion.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "I can give it a try, but I'm not sure if I'll succeed."

When it comes to potions that involve the soul, he chose a more conservative approach, not only to protect himself but also to protect Ollivander.

“That’s true! There’s always a chance of failure when brewing potions.” Ollivander nodded in agreement. “How about this, you go back and rest first!”

"You're very tired today, go home and get a good night's rest! Come back to me when you feel refreshed."

……

The next morning, Vizette arrived at Ollivander's wand shop.

Upon arriving at the workshop, Ollivander generously offered to let Vizet go all out in preparing the active ingredient, saying he would take care of all the materials.

After returning home, Wizette reviewed the entire cooking process and summarized various precautions.

For the first two potions of active potions, Vizette did not use "Ancient Magic: Potion Balance Conversion".

Compared to yesterday's active potion, the improvement in today's two potions is mainly reflected in speed.

Ollivander observed all of this and couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

Such talent is truly astonishing; even after just one day, there has already been such a significant improvement.

Standing by the crucible, he went through the process in his mind again before starting the third potion-making process.

Everything was going smoothly; the milky-white potion was emitting bursts of heat and beginning to boil.

Vizette waved her wand, calming the agitated potion while casting Ancient Magic: Potion Balance Conversion.

He unleashed his soul's full potential, and the golden light within the crucible ceased to be scattered; instead, it transformed into a continuous, pulsating, and shimmering display.

Ollivander was completely focused, his very pale silver-white eyes taking on a golden hue.

He stared wide-eyed, deeply imprinting all the extraordinary changes that were taking place in his mind.

Adding the essence of clover, Vizet performed the final spell, and as he lowered his wand, rustling sounds came from all directions.

Ollivander snapped out of his reverie and looked at the solid gold shelf not far away.

The neatly arranged magical woods now seemed to possess a life of their own, trembling constantly, their ends leaning towards the crucible in front of Vizet.

Ollivander nervously rubbed his hands together, his breathing becoming heavy, his eyes fixed on the crucible as if the active ingredient inside was the most precious treasure in the world.

Vizette used magic to wipe the sweat off her body. "Mr. Ollivander, should I put it away?"

“Yes! You do it!” Ollivander looked at his hands and gave a helpless smile. “I’m afraid I’ll spill it…”

His eyes were fixed on Vizette's movements, as if afraid that if he blinked, the active ingredient would spill.

Vizette placed the crystal glass on the table. "Mr. Ollivander, how can we verify its effectiveness?"

"Yes! Verify its effect! Verify its effect!" Ollivander seemed somewhat out of control, spinning around in circles like a headless fly.

“The fact that those magical woods are all yearning for it is enough to show how extraordinary this potion is… but wait a moment, I’m going to get something.”

Ollivander disappeared at the end of the studio, and returned to the table a while later, holding a roll of what looked like leather.

"This is the Ollivander family's greatest secret; it can only reveal its true nature by being activated with a potent drug."

He placed the leather on the table and slowly unfolded it, exuding an ancient and weathered feeling.

As Ollivander said, when he unfolded the leather, there were no patterns or words inside.

He picked up the crystal glass, muttering to himself, "Out with the old, in with the new... Out with the old, in with the new..."

As if trying to comfort himself, Ollivander gritted his teeth and poured all the active ingredient onto the leather.

The leather, like parched land, instantly absorbed the active ingredient without spilling it onto the table.

It seemed to come alive, automatically curling up into a clump, and then transforming into a dense forest.

A figure in a long robe moved through the forest, carrying a branch in his hand, constantly pacing back and forth...

Vizette observed very carefully. With her previous knowledge of wand making as a foundation, she could immediately tell that the figure was making a wand in an extremely simple way.

However, his knowledge base was still not extensive enough, and he could no longer quite grasp the robed figure's subsequent actions or intentions.

Ollivander also observed very carefully. He had dedicated his life to wand making, so he naturally had a deeper understanding of the intricacies of the craft.

As he watched the figure's movements, he nodded repeatedly, muttering, "So that's how it is... This step can also include this..."

Unbeknownst to them, the figure in the robe and the forest vanished, transforming back into leather. The final image freezes on him raising his wand and summoning countless skeletons.

Vizette didn't dwell on the robed figure's intentions, but instead observed what the robed figure was doing.

Compared to the complex wand-making process of today, the figure in the robe only needs to communicate with various plants to draw power from them, making the branches in his hands stronger until they become a wand.

Ollivander said, "The exact time of the wizard's appearance is unknown. He may have been the first wizard in this world, or he may have appeared even earlier than the wizards..."

"After all, he doesn't need potions or ritual magic; he can create a powerful wand in a way that's closer to nature."

"So the rod-wielders have a theory: perhaps gods once existed in this world. They could communicate directly with all things, and so-called magic was the result of that communication..."

“Until a certain event occurred, these gods all disappeared, leaving only a few traces, like this roll of leather.” He patted the leather in his hand.

"Later, humans were born. Some humans were born with sensitivity and followed the marks left by the gods, thus becoming wizards, while others became Muggles."

Chapter 61 The Deadly Temptation of the Elder Wand

Vizette frowned, looking at the leather in Ollivander's hand. Recalling the battles he had witnessed in the colorful world, he felt that this conjecture might be true.

Furthermore, the matter of Isaiah's association with Serena Pendragon seems to corroborate this conjecture from some perspective.

“Vizet, just treat this as a story,” Ollivander said with a smile, shaking his head. “Let’s get back to the topic of wands! Do you know the ‘Elder Wand’?”

“The Elder Wand?” Vizette frowned slightly, recalling a bedtime storybook she had read at home—The Tales of Beedle the Bard.

In the magical world, this book serves the same purpose as various fairy tale books in the Muggle world.

One of the stories, titled "The Legend of the Three Brothers," mentions the "Elder Wand," a wand that is invincible.

In addition, the story also features a "resurrection stone" that can bring the dead back to life, and an invisibility cloak that never wears out.

These are all "gifts" that Death gave to the three brothers;

The eldest brother, wielding the Elder Wand, died from a sneak attack and carelessness;

The second son took the resurrection stone, but ultimately embraced death;

Only the third brother, who did not want to be haunted by death, wore an invisibility cloak and lived until the end of his life. Only then did he take off the invisibility cloak to meet death and pass away.

“Yes, the Elder Wand!” Ollivander nodded. “It also has other names, like the Wand of Fate, or the Death Wand!”

"This is an extremely special wand! It possesses unparalleled spiritual properties, which is what sets it apart from other wands!"

"Its soul-like properties will undoubtedly attract wizards and arouse their strong desires... Only a few can resist this desire!"

His brows were furrowed tightly, as if he were recalling something unpleasant.

“Vizet, do you remember what I said? The wand chooses the wizard… The Elder Wand is living by that statement and taking it to the extreme!”

“I’ve studied it with other wand makers; it’s a fearsome wand… yet so fascinating…”

Ollivander rolled up the leather again, conjuring two chairs, and invited Vizet to sit down with him.

"Throughout history, traces of the Elder Wand have appeared and disappeared. Only by studying it in detail can we find some clues through the slightest hints."

"I remember that the history of magic is a required subject after the first year of Hogwarts... Vizette, you should be familiar with the demon Americ, right?"

Vezel nodded. "The first lesson in the history of magic mentioned that he implemented a reign of terror in southern England, and this action became the spark that ignited the witch hunts."

"Mr. Ollivander, are you implying that he is the master of the Elder Wand? Then... his duel with the monster Egbert was actually because of the Elder Wand?"

“I’ve also been looking into the life of the evil Egbert. After defeating the demon Emeric, he soon died in a duel as well… Could it also be because of the Elder Wand?”

"It seems that every appearance of the Elder Wand is accompanied by death. Perhaps the best option after obtaining the Elder Wand is to hide it."

"But if the Elder Wand is special enough, someone will still discover its extraordinary nature and history will repeat itself, right?"