Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have? Chapter 38

But he guessed it might have something to do with Black's origins.

After all, he was a new life-form cultivated in a petri dish.

Compared to ordinary wizards,

there had to be something different about him.

"Don't worry, Black. I'll think of a way to deal with the Wand."

Dumbledore comforted Black.

He understood very well how much a young wizard longed for a Wand.

So he also understood

the disappointment in a young wizard's heart

when they could not buy a new Wand...

"Wait..."

Just as Dumbledore was about to lead Black away,

Ollivander suddenly looked up

and called out to them.

Black saw unwillingness in his eyes.

"I'm not short of money, Albus."

"Although Mr. Green blew up so many of my Wands,"

"he has also brought me an unprecedented challenge!"

"I shouldn't be afraid of a challenge!"

Thinking of how he had just wanted to send them to Germany to find one of his old colleagues,

Ollivander could not help feeling ashamed.

He was one of the world's foremost Wand masters!

How could he admit defeat so easily?

"Mr. Green!" Ollivander stepped out from behind the counter.

He grabbed Black by the arm.

"Clearly, none of the Wands in the shop are suitable for you now."

"So... I'm going to custom-make a Wand for you!"

Black looked at Ollivander's bloodshot eyes.

"Uh, how could I possibly accept that?"

He had blown up more than eighty of the man's Wands,

yet the man not only refused compensation,

but also wanted to make him a custom Wand?!

"Please don't refuse me, Mr. Green."

"I can guarantee that if I can't solve this problem,"

"no other Wandmaker can solve it either!"

"And... I feel this is a major opportunity for me to break through the limits of my current craft!"

Looking at the near-mad Ollivander,

Black quietly pulled his arm free from his grasp.

Having a Wand custom-made for him

was certainly not a bad thing...

"After all, you don't want to be unable to use a Wand for the rest of your life, do you?"

That struck Black right at his weak spot.

"Fine... I agree."

"That's wonderful! Thank you!"

Ollivander excitedly gave Black a huge hug.

Cassandra, standing nearby, was dumbfounded once again.

The guy had practically blown up your entire shop,

and you were thanking him?!

Black: Girl, I Haven't Even Made a Move Yet, and You've Already Been Picked Clean by Me?

"To truly create a Wand that suits you perfectly,"

"I may need you to come here once a day for the next two days."

"Because I may need to adjust some parameters."

Mr. Ollivander said excitedly.

At this moment, his drive had been thoroughly ignited.

This was the first time in so many years

that he had felt so motivated.

The last time he had been this driven

was when he completed the test his father had set for him!

Dumbledore did not object.

If Ollivander could solve this problem,

it would naturally save them some trouble.

He picked up one of the Wands Black had blown up

and carefully examined it.

Although he had not studied Wandlore very deeply,

the field was, after all, inextricably linked to Alchemy.

So he quickly noticed something unusual.

He put down the destroyed Wand

and glanced at Black.

A flicker of surprise flashed through his eyes.

These Wands

had all been destroyed by an immense surge of magic!

Did Black, this child, really possess such powerful magic?

How old was this child, anyway?

Did he already possess more magic than an adult wizard?

What would happen when he grew up?

A faint trace of lingering fear arose in Dumbledore's heart.

If that experiment had succeeded back then,

this child, who had inherited all the talents of both himself and Grindelwald,

would undoubtedly have become the sharpest sword under Grindelwald's command!

"Mr. Green, can you tell me how it felt when you held the Wand?"

Ollivander picked up a notebook,

then took up his Quill and looked at Black intently.

"Um... the first time I held a Wand, I felt a powerful urge to cast spells..."

"Then, after I waved the Wand... I felt really good..."

"It felt like the exhilaration of venting excess energy!"

Black recalled the sensation of casting with a Wand just now.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Unfortunately, that wonderful feeling had not lasted long

before the Wand exploded...

After hearing Black's answer,

Ollivander tossed the notebook aside.

Then he picked up one of the destroyed Wands and examined it carefully.

A look of shock gradually appeared on his face!

He had already suspected it when he heard Black's answer.

But now,

after carefully examining the destroyed Wand,

he finally confirmed his guess.

Then Black heard the system notification again.

"Ding! The Treasure Chest drop limit for this target has been reached today."

"Ding! This target can no longer drop Treasure Chests today."

Black inwardly cried out in regret.

But...

why had Ollivander reached his limit after dropping only three Treasure Chests?

Thinking of the Diamond Treasure Chest Ollivander had dropped earlier,

Black instantly understood.

It had to be because of the Treasure Chest quality.

The higher the quality of the Treasure Chest,

the more of the limit it took up.

And vice versa.

All the Treasure Chests Hermione had dropped before had been silver and gold.

That was why she could drop so many.

Ollivander had no idea what Black was thinking.

He glanced at Dumbledore.

"Mr. Green, you truly are... an extraordinary genius..."

Ollivander praised.

Dumbledore smiled faintly. He knew Ollivander had also seen the root of the problem.

However...

those words made the one sitting in the back...