Chapter 70 The Origin of the Wand

He woke up very early today, just as the sun was rising.
Opening his eyes, he stretched out a long and lazy yawn, rolling around in bed wrapped up in the blankets.
"It seems that the talent produced by the simulator is really useful, and there will be no more worries about not getting enough sleep in the future."
Despite having only slept for two or three hours last night, Qizi felt incredibly comfortable this morning thanks to the help of the dreamless sleeping pill and the lying flat technique.
After a simple wash-up, he took out the crucible and the processed materials, and began to prepare magical potions for Judice.
Of course, it was not just potions for Judice to study withhe was preparing other potions as well.
He had already used up most of the potions he brought from school in the battle two nights ago.
Therefore, he needed to reconfigure some usable potions for the new operation to be conducted today.
When Blanca got up to make breakfast, she was already quite busy.
After she greeted her, she tossed the last batch of herbs into the dry pot and stirred with a glass rod.
By the time Blanca brought breakfast over, Qi Zi had just finished packaging all the prepared magic potions.
"Cheese! You've been busy all morning! What are you doing?" asked Blanca, looking curious.
"These are for Judice. Her learning efficiency is too low. These potions can improve her memory and comprehension abilities, helping her complete her studies better."
"Although I don't quite understand it, it looks very impressive."
"Actually, my mother is also a wizard. She always hoped that I would become a powerful wizard when I was a child."
But when I turned 11, my magical power still hadn't awakened, so he sent me to my father's place."
Branca recounted her past with envy in her face.
"So your knight training method was taught by your father?"
"Yes! That old man is really bad! I've never really liked him. But who said I couldn't learn magic?"
She spoke bad words, but her face showed a nostalgia expression.
“好了，不说这些了，去把朱迪斯叫起来吧，该吃早餐了！”
“好！我这就去！”，奇兹将最后一个水晶瓶装入袋子里后走向朱迪斯的房门。
"You can eat breakfast today with confidence, it won't be like the one Judy made yesterday!" she said while patting her full chest.
After finishing his breakfast, Judy stumbled out of bed.
Kez waved his wand and sent today's Daily Prophet from the mailbox, floating it in the air to flip through.
Several big news stories made today's paper very thick, like a hefty magazine.
All the news are from yesterday and the day before.
The "Rol Family Estate was Destroyed" event, which has gained more popularity after two days of fermentation.
"Rainy Night Giant Lion Rampage Event", although there are no on-site photos, the interviewer found a sketch artist to draw the giant lion described by the interviewee.
The case of 'Missing Farmer's Wife on a Rainy Night', where only a pool of blood was left on the bed at the crime scene and the farmer's wife was nowhere to be found.
The cases of the consecutive disappearances of wanderers and beggars.
These sudden and frequent incidents have stirred up ripples in the otherwise peaceful world of magic.
Unfortunately, most of the cases in the newspaper this morning were done by Kiz.
Watching the outrageous speculation in the newspaper editor, Kiz almost laughed out loud.
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After Chiz finished reading the entire newspaper, Judith also finished her breakfast.
He took out the prepared potions and placed them on the table, pushing them towards her.
"Here! This is the thing."
"What?" Judith didn't react at first.
"The two potions I told you about yesterday! Did you forget?"
"You mean the Memory Potion and the Intelligence Potion? But didn't you say we were going to try making them this morning?"
"Little Qiz was up early this morning and has been busy until now," Blanca said, propping up her chin.
Judith picked up one of the bottles of potion and studied it carefully.
"They're all real!"
"I've seen these things in the shop windows of potion shops before, but they're always ridiculously expensive. A bottle can cost a couple hundred Galleons."
"These are all really being given to me? All of them!"
"Why would I lie to you? They're all yours!"
"Thank you! Kiz!"
"Don't thank me yet, you have to finish your homework this morning! You can use mnemonics as an aid."
待会儿我有点事情，在我回来之前，我要看到你的成果。”
奇兹板起脸一本正经的说着。
“安啦！安啦！你放心, 保证完成任务。”, 朱迪斯扯了个鬼脸回应他。
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Qizi took out the wand of "The Dissecting Curse" from the suitcase and then randomly picked one from the pile of standardized wands.
Then he carefully disguised and concealed the suitcase.
He finally walked out of his home alone.
He wandered around the area for a while, and then headed towards the diagonal alley through the Broken Pot Bar.
He strolled along the main street of the diagonal alley, pretending to be absent-minded, and then looked around in all directions as if to make sure no one was following him.
Then he flash into Ollivander's wand shop.
It looked exactly the same as the last time he came in.
Queso still felt that this century-old shop gave him the feeling of a dilapidated shoe store.
He looked around the store, trying to spot Ollivander but couldn't find him right away.
Taking two steps forward, he was about to cross the counter.
Just then, a ladder attached to a stack of wand boxes slid over, with the small figure of Ollivander standing on top of it.
他那蓝宝石般的眼睛紧紧的盯着下面的奇兹。
“你好啊，小巫师！
如果你是来买魔杖的话，现在似乎还不到开学的时候！
噢，对对对！我想起来了！
山毛榉木和火龙的心脏神经做的、九英寸长。对吧！你的魔杖！
你是海格带着来的两个小巫师之一！
I remember you, Mr. Kees!
Is your wand broken? Of course, if you need your wand repaired, I would be happy to help, but I am a bit busy at the moment. You can leave it here for safekeeping in the meantime.
After it was fixed..."
Chis quickly interrupted his rambling with the wand he pulled out.
The object completely captured his attention, and his bright eyes, which were completely disproportionate to his age, stared fixedly at the wand.
He opened his mouth wide and climbed down the ladder quickly.
"Th-th-th-this!" he stuttered, unable to complete a full sentence.
"Mr. Ollivander, I didn't come here to have a wand repaired! I accidentally came across this wand and I was hoping you could tell me more about it?"
"This is simply a perfect work of art!"
Carefully, Ollivander took the wand into his hands and examined it closely.
He kept spinning the wand between his hands and made a series of deep and continuous comments, "The body is made of ancient ebony, which is already extinct, making it extremely sturdy.
An extremely rare composite cane core, bringing unparalleled power.
Very few craftsmen are able to accomplish this, not because it is particularly difficult, but because it wastes too much material and has a very low success rate.
But because of this, he can bring more powerful power to his master.”
“Can you tell where it comes from?” Kiz interrupted his dreamlike evaluation.
Only then did he come back to his senses and look at Kiz. "Can you tell me, child, where it comes from?"
"Sorry! I can only say that I accidentally obtained it."
"Okay! This should be an extremely exquisite antique, it was brought into this world by a wand master at least during the Dark Ages."
Know the Dark Ages? You should have read about it in the magic textbook!
Its former owner must have been an extremely powerful wizard, I can even feel the powerful aura here in this wand.
But that should all be a thing of the past, it seems like it's entirely yours now.
"It chose you, child!" Olafur's face got closer and closer, his eyes locked onto his.
He placed the wand in Kheez's hands and almost pressed his face against Kheez's. "Take good care of it! It's one of the most exquisite works of art I've seen in years."
"Do you know who it belonged to before?"
"I'm not sure, maybe a dark wizard! Over the centuries, it could have had countless owners."
Chiz then took out the standardized wand and handed it over, "Can you take another look at this wand for me?"
Unexpectedly, he didn't even connect it. He took a step back, waving his hand with a face full of disdain, "Take it away! Take it away! Get rid of this trash, it's just some mass-produced junk!"
Those mindless wizards created these soulless wands, which is the greatest insult to this craft.
Remember, it's the wand that chooses the wizard, not the other way around.
"Do you know who made him? And where?" Qiz didn't quite agree with his last sentence, but he didn't refute it. Instead, he continued to ask.
"Sorry! Child! I think you should go now! I have nothing to tell you about this."
"Okay then! Sorry for bothering you. I'll be on my way."
Chiz put away his wand and left the wand shop.
Shortly after he left, a tall and skinny gentleman walked into Ollivander's Wand Shop.
He casually closed the door behind him and sat down in the only chair in the shop, chatting with Ollivander like an old friend.
They exchanged a few pleasantries.
Suddenly, a strong wind started blowing outside, pushing the shop door open and scattering debris.
Olivander stood up and closed the shop door again.
They began to chat about their families.
"Mr. MacLaren! It's been years since I've seen you. How have you been? I heard you've been dedicating yourself to opposing those inferior wand makers, is that true?"
"Oh! My old friend, you know me, I've never changed!"
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They chatted about this and that, until MacLaren brought up the topic of antique wands.
"Antiques in the past were much better than these things nowadays! Those so-called new wand manufacturers are selling their shoddy trash to wizards, which is basically killing them."
"Who says not? The old stuff made with ancient technology is still reliable."
"My old friend, as you know I've always had a keen interest in those antiques. Do you have any information about them?"
Even if I just know whether they still exist in the world, I will be satisfied.
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