Wand Broken Like a Flower
A tremor ran beneath Wizet's feet, and even with his eyes closed, he could still feel a white blur through his eyelids.
He didn't open his eyes until the tremors stopped.
A hemispherical crater about twenty meters deep appeared in front of them. The crater was now a scorched wasteland, with black smoke billowing out continuously.
He stared thoughtfully at the deep pit. "Is this the 'Thunder' that consumes two Ancient Magic Power?"
This effect can be achieved by consuming a small amount of the second type of Ancient Magic Power. What would happen if all the stored Ancient Magic Power were used?
Just then, a burning sensation spread from the tip of the wand to his fingertips...
He looked up and saw cracks appearing from the tip of the wand downwards, the cracks curling outwards like flower petals.
The curled area shows obvious charring marks, with wisps of black smoke faintly rising and emitting a unique burnt wood smell, which is not unpleasant.
The Wand Core contained within the staff resembles a flower stamen, and one end of the Dragon Heartstring has also split into several petals, charred black, and its overall red light has dimmed, like a flickering candle, seemingly about to go out at any moment.
Wizet observed with her Magic Eye and found that all the Magic Circuit on the wand were broken, especially at the tip, where there was not a trace of Magic Circuit.
Ollivander's notes describe many different types of wand damage.
Like the wand in his hand, it was irreparably damaged and could only be replaced with a new one.
Although changing wands was not difficult for him, he still felt a little lost after this wand had been with him for a year.
Luna came to her side and said softly, "Shall we put it in the garden? Let it go back to where it came from."
After using Luna's wand to repair and fix the pit, the two returned to the garden.
Wizet brought over a flowerpot, Luna picked up a small shovel and slowly filled it with soil, leaving only a small round hole.
"Thank you!" Wizet stroked his wand, bidding a final farewell.
Luna found several Magical Plants and planned to arrange them around the wand to create a potted landscape.
The two worked from afternoon until sunset before the bonsai began to take shape.
The potted plant is placed in a corner of the garden, receiving the gentle caress of the setting sun;
Several Fluxweed swayed gently in the evening breeze, their leaves rippling with the magical sap contained within.
The moss on the flowerpot is orange-red, like a whole fruit cake, dotted with dark pebbles that look like Chocolate Frog Cards.
Luna also put a small Christmas Cactus in the pot. The Christmas Cactus seemed to really like the wand in the middle and would always sway its vines around the wand.
Eight-Legged Steed appeared next to the potted plant, constantly sniffing the cracked wand, seemingly quite fond of it as well.
It raised its head and emitted a low rumble of thunder.
Luna explained with a smile, "Frigga said this tastes familiar, and she misses it."
The next day, Luna stayed at home, drawing illustrations related to the top of the World Tree for "The Quibbler".
This is also what makes "The Quibbler" unique; all the illustrations in the magazine are hand-drawn, and there are no Magical Photo at all.
Wizet traveled to Diagon Alley via the Floo Network and headed straight for Ollivander's Wand Shop.
The pleasant welcoming bell rang, Ollivander's eyes showed a hint of surprise when he saw Wizet appear before him.
Wizet greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Ollivander!"
Ollivander smiled slightly, "Good morning, Wizet..."
"Something bad seems to have happened..." He seemed to sense something, looking Wizet up and down. "Your wand seems to be... gone?"
As England's most renowned Wand-making, Ollivander possesses a unique sensitivity to wands.
He glanced at the shop entrance and gently waved his wand at the door.
"Yes... Yesterday I tested a spell and it suddenly cracked, like this..." Wizet took out the painting Luna had drawn yesterday, depicting the potted plant containing the magic wand.
"A very good idea, I think it will rest in peace," Ollivander praised the bonsai painting.
"It appears in the shape of a flower... This is extremely rare. What did you see through your Magic Eye?"
Wizet described it as follows. "All the Magic Circuit on the staff were broken, and the Magic Circuit at the top disappeared."
Ollivander blinked, a thoughtful look in his silvery-white eyes. "It seems that magic is incredibly powerful... and extremely mysterious."
"I want to see the power of that magic with my own eyes... Wizet, come in with me!" He murmured, leading Wizet out of the shop and into a deeper part of the store.
Inside was Ollivander's workshop, filled with the mixed scents of various types of wood, mingled with the aroma of Magical Plants.
Ollivander explained, "If you don't have the Magic Eye, then you need to feel the wand with your heart, and make the wand with your heart... The light isn't that important."
He waved his wand, and the surroundings finally brightened, revealing the proper appearance of a workshop.
The studio and the shop have similar layouts, both being long and narrow rooms, but the studio is more spacious.
Every tool and material here is placed in an orderly manner.
The wall is lined with neat cabinets, filled with square drawers, all made of pure gold, which look gleaming.
Wizet learned from Ollivander's notes that although various magical materials have different properties, they can all be preserved in pure gold.
Because pure gold is an extremely pure and stable substance, it can perfectly contain these magical materials without destroying their inherent properties.
Looking further into the studio, there were rows of pure gold shelves, on which were stacks of wood, which were also the source of the woody smell in the air.
The Ollivander Family has a long history, and in their view, it is essential to replace the shelves and cabinets storing wand materials with pure gold in order to ensure the quality of wands.
In the center of the room was a huge workbench, its surface engraved with intricate graphic symbols. Just glancing at it was enough to soothe one's mind.
The tools on the workbench were neatly arranged, including soft Dragon Hide for smoothing and polishing the magic wand, several rolls of Dragon Hide, a pure gold crucible, and so on.
"Wizet, let's test the power of magic first!" Ollivander stretched out his hand and pointed to a small circular platform not far away.
He then found a dusty, gray wand box in the corner of the studio and handed it to Wizet.
"There are always some particularly picky wands that can never find a suitable wizard. But I think... they won't refuse you."
Inside the box was a black wand covered in bumps. Wizet cast the Guardian Meditation, weighing the wand in her hand for a moment...