Upon hearing Madam Morel say this, Minister Bonaparte pressed his lips into a thin line, turned his head slightly, and glanced at President Jacques from the corner of his eye.
President Jacques's attention remained firmly fixed on his new wand.
Smiling, he kept waving the wand and casting the only spell he currently knew—the Wand-Lighting Charm—over and over.
He continuously adjusted the shape of the light, thoroughly enjoying himself. Clearly, he had not spared even a shred of attention for Madam Morel's assessment of Vizet.
Seeing this, Minister Bonaparte quietly breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze back to Madam Morel. "Madam Morel, perhaps it's simply... well... that this wand is of better quality."
"I trust you understand that when Alchemists craft Magical Artifacts, similar situations can arise. Even Magical Artifacts from the same batch may differ in their effects."
"It is simply that these differences are not significant enough for most users to notice. I only mean to say that such accidents can happen."
Madam Morel looked at Minister Bonaparte, the corners of her lips lifting reluctantly. "Minister Bonaparte, I appreciate your attempt to comfort me, but we both know it was no accident."
"I'm merely feeling rather reflective..." She sighed again. "I never expected someone like this Wand-maker to emerge from Ollivander's side."
"Now that you mention it..." She turned and looked toward the porch. "Perhaps I ought to find someone to help manage the shop. It's time I went out and traveled for study properly."
"I've stayed in this place for far too long. My thoughts are practically growing Bandimang... It's time to go out, take a look around, and find some inspiration!"
"This is indeed a fitting time," Minister Bonaparte said. "I imagine that before long, quite a number of new customers will come