Caves and Moonlight

Fred and George quickly recovered, and although they straightened their backs, they looked even more worried.

The O.W.L. Exam await them, but both of them are extremely unbalanced in their studies. In subjects like Charms Class, they perform very well.

In subjects like History of Magic, where rote memorization can earn points, they are more likely to lose points.

Almost every academic year, they would stay up all night memorizing the contents of "A History of Magic" before the exam, forcibly raising their History of Magic exam score to "A-", a just passing grade.

"The Goblin Rebellion is an extremely important chapter in the History of Magic... As a series of rebellions launched by Goblin, these rebellions revealed the Goblin ' prejudice and dissatisfaction with wizards..."

"The Goblin Rebellion of 1612 was one of the most important events in the Goblin revolt... This rebellion took place near the Hogsmeade in the Scottish Highlands..."

Fred held "The A History of Magic" and read it aloud listlessly until he unconsciously yawned, then he raised his head and stretched.

He looked in the direction of Wizet and Luna. Beside Wizet was a Runes scroll, and she was happily translating it, with a smile on her lips.

Luna, on the other hand, rested her chin on her hand, seemingly drawing something, with a very similar smile on her lips;

Just as Wizet finished translating a passage, she looked at Luna, Luna also turned her head slightly. The two seemed to have been chatting about some interesting things from the ancient scrolls, and they both laughed.

Faced with this situation, Fred sighed deeply, as if all his strength had been drained, and slumped onto the table, continuing to read with a bitter expression.

"During the rebellion, a small tavern in Hogsmeade was used as a command post by the wizards... The Goblin caused the wizards great difficulties with their extremely cruel methods and practices..."

Fred was already daydreaming, so it was naturally difficult for George to concentrate either. He held the quill pen between his lips and looked equally distressed.

Until he heard a cracking sound, two exclamations, and saw something Accio towards him;

"Watch this!" George's eyes lit up. Before he could even see what it was, he moved quickly, slamming his textbook shut and swinging it at the thing Accio toward him.

Whoosh!

After the object made contact with his textbook, it emitted a slightly dry, soft sound, drew a beautiful spark, and then flew towards the direction where Wizet and Luna were.

Wizet raised her hand and pinched the middle of the object with perfect precision. Only then did George and Fred realize that it was a magic wand.

"Just tell me how to win?" George said helplessly, spreading his hands. "You can catch this? Tell me how to win?"

"Wood won't care about this... You absolutely can't tell him about this." Fred shrugged. "Otherwise, ' Anti-Vizet Special Training ' will be updated to its fourteenth version immediately."

Wizet examined the wand closely. It had a weathered look to it, with the natural grain of wood and numerous burn marks from magic.

These magical burn marks on the wand are not due to Potions or spells, but are genuine burn marks from curses.

After a quick assessment, Wizet had a basic understanding of the wand's condition.

Ash Wood, 11 and 3/4 inches, Unicorn tail hair.

Ash Wood is a relatively special wand wood. It usually works best with its first owner. If there is a subsequent user, it is often difficult for the wand to work properly.

Thinking about it this way, Neville's behavior in class seems to have some reasonable explanation.

Neville and Hanna rushed over, their faces flushed, and said, "We're... we're so sorry..."

"Are you alright?" Wizet asked, recalling the explosion. "What happened?"

"It's nothing!" Hanna shook her head repeatedly. "We were opening the peas in the Bubble Pods, and several peas popped out..."

"It's all my fault... I didn't control my strength well," Neville said with some self-reproach. "It's been like this lately. I was fine last semester... but recently I've started to lose control again."

"Out of control?" Wizet handed the wand to Neville. "Neville, this wand... was left to you by someone very important to you?"

He came to this conclusion mainly because of the burn marks from the curse on it, and the sense of vicissitude it conveyed.

"Yes!" Neville took the wand. "This is my father's wand."

"I see..." Wizet said thoughtfully. "Neville, what do you think of this wand?"

"How does it feel?" Neville scratched his head. "It feels... like my grandma? Always pushing me forward..."

"My magical talent has never been very good..." His ears turned bright red, "I can never seem to use it well..."

"Grandma told me that Dad was absolutely amazing when he used this wand! The magic was both precise and powerful..."

"It's completely different from when I used it..." he said dejectedly. "I messed up a lot of things before and didn't really get it working properly..."

"Perhaps..." Wizet suggested, "Like you said, just use it as a reminder to your elders, and then get a different wand."

"Change your wand?" Neville looked surprised, as if he had never considered this before.

"Yes!" Wizet. "A wand can certainly be like an elder, making you aware of your shortcomings and spurring you on to keep moving forward..."

"Yes!" Luna nodded. "Although the Dirigible Plums likes to stay in its cave where it can find comfort, it always waits for the opportunity to bask in the moonlight, which is what it truly desires."

"Bathing in moonlight?" Neville scratched his head again, not quite understanding what Luna meant.

Wizet understood Luna's meaning. "If I may be so bold as to give an analogy... would you rather spend your time here... or in the professors' offices?"

"Of course, it's here!" Neville said almost without hesitation, even with a hint of urgency.

"That makes it much easier to understand..." Wizet pointed to the wand and said, "This wand is now the professor's office."

Neville raised his hand, looking thoughtfully at his wand. "The professor's office?"

"Having someone to push you is certainly an enviable thing," Wizet continued, "But you also need a friend, don't you?"

"I just checked the wand and found quite a few marks left from the battle. If it continues to encounter accidents, it may lead to some unexpected events."

Neville screamed in terror, "Like, it might break?"

"There might be that risk," Wizet. "So you could consider keeping it with you to keep yourself motivated, and then use a new wand."

"Then I'll tell Grandma..." Neville nodded, staring absently at the wand in his hand...