I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 268 The Mutant Magic Wand

After Cedric, it was Viktor Krum.

With his round shoulders drooping and his toes pointing outwards, Krum walked listlessly toward Mr. Ollivander.

He shoved the wand into his hand, stood there frowning, his hands in the pockets of his robe.

Clearly, he and Mr. Ollivander are now in the same boat.

"Hmm!" said Mr. Ollivander. "If I'm not mistaken, this is a Grigorovich product." He said it casually.

"Grigovich is an excellent wandmaker, although I don't entirely agree with his style, however..."

Mr. Ollivander did not continue. Grigorovich was one of the two most famous wand makers in Europe, on par with Ollivander.

"Very good!" He raised his wand and examined it carefully, turning it over and over in front of him.

"Hornet wood, containing the heartstrings of dragons, isn't it?" He glanced at Krum, who nodded, and Mr. Ollivander continued, "Much thicker than people usually see, very stiff, ten and a quarter inches, flocks of birds!"

The hornbeam wand made a loud bang, like a pistol firing.

A flock of small birds flapped their wings and flew out of the wand head, into the soft sunlight through the open window.

"Very good!" said Mr. Ollivander, handing the wand back to Krum.

"Next up is Miss Stewart."

Hearing the sound, Koyatl arrogantly walked over from the corner where she was standing alone.

Then she took out her wand.

"Oh! What's this?" Mr. Ollivander's eyes lit up as he took her wand. "American ebony."

It was an elegant and steady magic wand with a unique parabolic pattern (mountain pattern).

"The core of the staff is—" Mr. Ollivander frowned slightly, "If I'm not mistaken, it's the horn of a long-horned water snake!"

"Yes!" Koyatl replied coldly.

"Twelve feet long, covered in scars, child, I doubt this is your wand!"

"It belongs to one of my ancestors!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Ollivander changed the subject and said seriously, "I must emphasize that it is the wand that chooses the wizard. Even if they are family members with blood ties, the wand cannot be passed down as an heirloom."

Haven't you noticed that there's a slight pause or resistance every time you cast a spell?

"This can be overcome." Koyatl remained unmoved, standing still as if she were an isolated island cut off from the world.

"Overcome?" Mr. Ollivander frowned slightly. He raised the wand in his hand, stopping it right in front of Koyatl's eyes, and pointed to a small crack on it, saying, "This wand is rejecting you. Forcing its use will damage it. I estimate it won't last much longer."

Koyatl remained noncommittal; she simply took her wand back from Mr. Ollivander, then silently turned away, isolating herself once more.

Seeing this, Mr. Ollivander could only sigh slightly. As a wand maker, all he could do was offer a warning. After all, he couldn't simply snatch a wand from a wizard.

Ah—sometimes you have to choose to respect the fate of others, and the fate of the magic wand.

"Alright, Miss Granger, it's your turn."

The last one is Hermione.

Undoubtedly, her wand was the most gleaming among everyone present, which was probably related to her Muggle family background, so she took great care of maintaining her wand.

"This is another one of my products!" said Mr. Ollivander. "Grapevine wood, dragon nerve nine and three-quarters inches. Oh! Your wand is very well maintained, child. That's commendable."

Seeing the joy on Ollivander's face, Owen inexplicably recalled a saying: "Should you treat your wand like a lover?"

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Upon hearing this, Mr. Ollivander turned to look at him, his good mood instantly diminished!

However, after reflecting on what Irving said a few times, I realized that although his words were crude, they were not without reason.

"A lover can't stay with a wizard forever," Mr. Ollivander said calmly, "but that's the point."

Then he turned back to Hermione's wand, "Druids classify any plant with a woody stem as a tree, and wands made from grapevine wood have such special properties that I gladly follow the ancient Druid tradition and classify them as trees."

Grapevine wands are quite special. I studied them with great interest and found that the owners of grapevine wands are almost always people with lofty ambitions, extraordinary vision, and the ability to silence those who think they know everything.

A reserved personality strongly attracts wands made of vine wood, which are more sensitive to their owner than wands made of any other wood.

The wand made from the heart and nerves of a fire dragon is the most powerful, and the spells cast from it are the most dazzling.

Wands with this core have a greater learning ability than other wands. Although they can change hands—if the new owner defeats the original wand owner.

Wands made from dragons are often the most susceptible to succumbing to dark magic.

However, they will not voluntarily veer towards dark magic.

"It's also the most prone to accidents among the three types of cane cores, and its performance is the most unstable," Mr. Ollivander said calmly.

But gradually, his gaze grew more profound. "Have you been practicing some kind of extremely powerful spell lately?"

Hearing this, Hermione paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Then I must warn you, be careful not to fall into the abyss of dark magic. This wand is showing some signs that I don't understand. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but I've never seen it before."

The dragon's heart and nerves become unstable when attempting powerful spells, which may require you to spend more time practicing.

He frowned. "You are destined to be a great man, Miss Granger, as can be seen from your wand, but if you want to go further on the path of magic, then I would suggest you change your wand."

"No, it's very easy to use, I like it very much." Hermione took back her wand.

Put it back in your pocket.

"Alright, if you insist!" Mr. Ollivander did not force Miss Granger. The wand's abilities are not fixed from the moment it is made; they slowly change according to the user's spellcasting habits, becoming more suitable for him.

This is why wizards find it much easier to use their wands.

Miss Granger's wand had clearly undergone this change, but for a moment he didn't know whether it was pointing towards the sunlight or towards hell.

After examining the wands of the five warriors, Mr. Ollivander slowly rose, nodded to Dumbledore, and turned to leave.

There's something dirty in the castle!

He didn't want to stay here.

At that moment, Dumbledore suddenly spoke up, looking at Owen, "Show Mr. Ollivander your wand too."

Hearing this, Irving nodded.

Of course the old principal would say that.

Well—because his wand underwent a slight change.

He walked over, took his wand from the pocket inside his robe, and handed it to Mr. Ollivander.

"This?" Mr. Ollivander stopped and took Owen's wand, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Has this a recent change?"

"In the past six months," Irving said casually.

In fact, his wand underwent a change from the moment he began to master ancient magic.

At first, Owen only noticed that his wand seemed to have become translucent.

But then, over the next few months, he was surprised to find that some kind of crystal was growing on his wand. The crystal 'ate' away part of the wood, and now his wand is half crystal and half wood.

The two sides were intertwined in a spiral, which looked quite amazing.

Such a change naturally caught Owen's attention, but for months his wand had not shown any change in its spellcasting ability; in fact, he felt the magic flowed more smoothly, so he didn't pay any attention to it.

"I remember, this is elderberry, phoenix tail feather, fifteen inches long!" He frowned. "Elderberry is the rarest wand wood, with a notorious reputation for bringing great misfortune. Using an elderberry wand is more troublesome than using any other wand."

They possess powerful magic, yet disdain to serve masters who are no more outstanding than others. Wizards who wield elder wands are mostly renowned throughout the world, regardless of how long they have wielded them.

"But—" Mr. Ollivander suddenly paused.

"As a magical tool that carries magical power, the most taboo thing for a wand is a broken center. This will not only damage the core of the wand, but also reduce the transparency of magical power. In ancient times, wand makers experimented by pouring mithril into the center of the wand. As the metal material with the best magical activity in the magical world, its addition did not make the wand more transparent, but instead caused frequent blockages."

Therefore, most of the wands I make don't have overly intricate patterns on their surface; they're mostly flat and straight. Their primary function is to protect the wand from breaking.

He suddenly waved his wand, but nothing happened.

Everyone else's wands worked perfectly in Mr. Ollivander's hands.

Even if the Elder Wand can be used to cast spells in the hands of others, it will not gain the Elder Wand's approval and will not be able to use its full power.

But Irving's wand—

"This—" A hint of surprise flashed in Mr. Ollivander's eyes: "Are you sure this wand still works?"

It's clear from the wand that the crystal has eroded the wand's core; normally, this wand would be useless. It's impossible to cast spells on it; it's practically indistinguishable from a roadside tree branch.

But—in Irving's hands.

He stepped forward, took his wand as if to demonstrate, and gently lowered his right hand, causing a silver crescent-shaped light to emerge from the tip of the wand.

"How amazing! How amazing!" Mr. Ollivander exclaimed excitedly. "You know what? This kind of wand was recorded in the notes of my great-grandfather, or perhaps my great-great-grandfather."

A semi-crystalline wand that can only be used by its owner.

"Oh?" Hearing this, Owen became interested. He could roughly guess who it was; it was none other than the previous generation's inheritor of ancient magic.

"That was a powerful wand made of yew wood, with thirteen inches of unicorn tail hair, which once belonged to a wizard hero."

"A wizard hero?" Owen's eyelids twitched; that was quite a high compliment.

Those who can earn the title of wizard hero are all those who have saved the wizarding world from disaster. For example, Theseus Scamander, Newt's brother, was hailed as a war hero by wizards because of his outstanding achievements in the First Wizarding War (achievements he gained from his grandfather).

A person like this will definitely be remembered in history.

But—Owen had never heard of anyone receiving the title of "Wizard Hero".

It's not written in the history of magic!

"You won't know her," Mr. Ollivander said, noticing the confusion on Owen's and the group of young wizards' faces.

Then, with a look of regret, she said, "But she helped the wizard win a war."

"What war?" Miss Granger, who was curious, came over.

She enjoyed the feeling of uncovering the unknown history of wizards.

Especially after the World Cup, when she learned that "The History of Magic" was not a complete record of wizarding history, she became even more fond of collecting these kinds of stories.

This helped her gain a deeper understanding of the magical world.

"The First Fairy War, or more commonly known as the First Fairy Rebellion!"

"Rebellion? War!" Owen muttered a few times, then quickly grasped the conspiracy behind those two words. Changing "war" to "rebellion" not only reduced the actual impact of the war in terms of wording, but also easily diminished someone's achievements. After all, "rebellion" sounds much easier.

"She did something that was taboo in the eyes of wizards at the time, so much so that her achievement was concealed by the Ministry of Magic, and my ancestor's notes also kept it a secret. The only thing that is certain is that after the war, she suddenly vanished from the face of the earth, and no one has ever seen her again."

And her wand was originally a normal wand, but later it turned into a semi-crystalline wand.

"Do you know her name?" Hermione asked curiously.

As long as you know the name, no matter how difficult it is, you can always find some clues.

"Oh! Let me think!" Mr. Ollivander tilted his head back and pondered for a moment. "I know her surname, a pure-blood wizard."

"Oh! I remember now, her name is Shani, Shani Maeve Weasley."

"Weasley?" Owen and Hermione both looked shocked.

"Ron's family?"

"Yes, she is a member of the Weasley family."

"This—" In an instant, a million thoughts flashed through Owen's mind. He vaguely seemed to have grasped something, but that feeling disappeared in an instant.

In short, this news gave him a completely new direction regarding the Weasley family treasure.

"Shane Weasley?" Miss Granger murmured the name as well.

She had never heard of this name.

They had previously written a historical paper about the goblin rebellion, and Hermione had done a lot of research in the library.

But—this name.

Hermione swore she had never seen it in any book.

If what Mr. Ollivander said is true.

So how could a wizard hero capable of ending a war end up unknown? What exactly happened in between?

Thinking it over, Hermione turned her head and glanced at Owen.

Could this Weasley be connected to the Weasley treasure?

If that's relevant, doesn't it mean that the secret about her exists in Hogwarts Castle?

Miss Granger vaguely sensed a huge conspiracy.

"It's a truly regrettable story."

Just as Owen and Hermione were deep in thought.

Dumbledore stood up from the referee's table and said to them, "How many tragedies history has buried, even I have not seen them all."

"Alright, you can go back to class now. Maybe it's better to just go down for lunch, since they'll be out of class soon anyway!"

"What, it's finally over?!" Bagman stood up as well. He had been dozing off while Mr. Ollivander was examining the wand, but now he was extremely excited. "Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture! Let the referees and the champions take a picture together, and these two kids can come too. What do you think, you little wizard holding the camera?"

He was referring to Colin.

As the flash went off, everyone's image was captured in the photograph.

Those images that carry history will eventually become history itself.

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The interview was printed the next day.

The following day, The Daily Prophet and The Quibbler published reports about the competition and the interview.

The report caused a great stir and reaction in the magical world.

This has been the hottest topic for months, second only to the World Cup.

Of course, besides the sudden resumption of the competition after a century's hiatus, what British wizards were most concerned about was that the heir of Gryffindor had also participated in the competition.

The Daily Prophet specializes in gossip, describing things like Krem's ex-girlfriend, Fleur's hundred suitors, and Cedric's resentment behind his loyalty.

Especially the description of Miss Granger.

Aside from his almost mythical background.

She focused on the love life of this Gryffindor heir.

In her writing, Miss Granger transforms into a fishpond owner who maintains ambiguous relationships with several boys.

Rita Skeeter didn't dare to say Owen's name directly, but she did mention a certain Hufflepuff wizard indirectly.

But with Harry and his friends, she seemed much more unrestrained.

It seems that almost every boy in Gryffindor whose name you can name has had some kind of secret affair with Miss Granger.

In short, Rita Skeeter has a knack for grabbing attention.

Of course—this sowed the seeds of her downfall.

How that little witch, who now dares to steal from the principal's office, will retaliate against her is another story.

Compared to the Daily Prophet, the usually unreliable The Quibbler was surprisingly reliable this time.

The model involved Irving outlining the main points, Luna writing the manuscript, and Irving reviewing it.

This makes their articles both vivid and rigorous.

The report details the lives of the five warriors and their expectations for the team to win the championship.

They also focused on introducing the tournament schedule and format to ordinary wizards.

It looks just like a serious newspaper.

The offensive and defensive strategies have shifted.

(End of this chapter)