It was even bent...
Though there were bent wands too.
Those were deliberately bent.
But hers...
Couldn't be straightened...
Cassandra looked at the shaft of her wand.
Then she looked at the exquisite wand Black had just made.
What did it mean to say that comparison was the thief of joy?
He had spent so little time.
Yet he had made a complete wand.
While she...
Hadn't even finished shaping the simplest wand shaft...
"Ding! Dejected emotions detected!" "Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have obtained one Silver Treasure Chest!"
"Actually, for a beginner, you're already doing very well."
Black meant it.
Strictly speaking.
He wasn't a beginner.
With the System's help, he already possessed the skill of a competent wandmaker.
Coupled with his own wild ideas.
It was only natural that he succeeded on his first try.
Black picked up Cassandra's terrible wand shaft.
He took up the carving knife and skillfully refined it.
Under his hands.
The wand shaft gradually became more pleasing to the eye...
Cassandra stared so hard her eyes went wide.
"You... how do you know everything?"
Cassandra looked at Black in despair.
"No, no. I only know a little."
Only knew a little?
Who were you trying to fool?!
If you only knew a little.
Would Mr. Ollivander have been shocked by the first wand you made?
The ever-dominant Cassandra.
Once again suffered a crushing defeat at Black's hands...
A strange feeling rose within her heart.
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The Mithril Wand! Cassandra's Seed! System Panel!
"All right! It's finally finished!"
Mr. Ollivander rushed out from