Explosions Are an Art!

Sirius Black sighed. He thought of his younger brother, Regulus, again.

Suddenly, Black stuffed a wand into his hand.

"I was originally planning to find another chance to give it to you later, but..."

"You can't exactly face thousands upon thousands of Inferi bare-handed."

Sirius Black stared in surprise at the brand-new wand in his hand.

Then he waved it instinctively.

A feeling of blood-deep connection instantly came from the hand gripping the wand...

Sirius Black examined the wand in his hand with delight.

Because it was simply too comfortable to use!

But after he looked it over carefully, he discovered something strange.

Because he realized this wand looked very much like the one he had used before.

However, the wand he had used before had been brought over by his mother when she married into the family.

And that wand had originally belonged to his father.

It was just that his father had never used that wand...

In other words, his old wand had already been very old.

So this wand, which was so new, could not possibly be his old wand...

"Oak shaft, twelve inches, Phoenix tail feather... Sound familiar?" Black said with a smile.

"This... this is exactly the same as my old one! It's just... much newer than that one was!"

Sirius Black joyfully waved the wand in his hand.

This wand was very easy to handle. He liked it very much.

"Of course. Because I made it myself not long ago."

"You... you mean you made this?!" Sirius Black looked at Black in surprise.

But after a long while, he sighed. "It's like there's nothing you don't know how to do..."

Black said, "There are still plenty of things I don't know how to do."

As for Black's words, Sirius Black only felt he was