A Speech? Oh No, I Feel Like I'm About to Become Someone Else! (Continued)

"Unless the Ministry of Magic had agreed from the start that Azkaban prisoners could bring their own wands to prison."

Sirius's wand had been lost long ago when he was imprisoned.

But even if it had not been lost, under the circumstances back then, it could only have been snapped in half.

That employee naturally knew who Sirius was.

So he did not pay any attention to the sarcastic edge in his words.

To be fair, if he had been wrongfully accused for over a decade, he would be full of resentment too.

The employee took Black's wand and examined it carefully.

Yet the quill in his right hand never touched the paper.

Because he realized that he could not identify the wand's material at all!

He had been assigned to this position precisely because he knew something about Wandlore.

No matter what kind of Wand it was, he could tell at a glance what materials it was made from and what its core was...

In fact, if he had not found this stable Ministry of Magic job,

he could have become a Wandmaker.

But now... he could not make out this wand's material whatsoever!

Forget its concealed core—even the material of the wand itself was completely beyond him!

This wand did not even possess a trace of magic...

Honestly, if he had not just seen Black cast a spell with it,

he would have thought Black was holding up a little stick to mess with him.

"Um... may I ask what material your wand is made of?"

The employee was sweating profusely after staring at it for so long without figuring out what kind of wand it was.

In the end, he could only ask awkwardly.

"Oh... Ebony, of course. Phoenix feather core." Black answered without hesitation.

"Hiss... That's