"Damn... don't tell me he really prayed for this rain?"
Watching Harry wash Hermione's hair, Scamander froze on the spot.
What was this... sincerity moving the heavens?
(P.S. At this point, the part about the protagonist's exclusive wand could be considered complete.
Let me share a few thoughts. Over these hundred-plus chapters, Sanmiao had written quite a few things about the Great Celestial Empire—its food, its culture, and this inclusive wand. I wasn't trying to blindly praise how wonderful the Great Celestial Empire was, but rather to tell everyone this: if others could do something, then so could we.
We could accept transliterated names like pizza and hamburgers, and likewise ask others to properly acknowledge distinctive names like hot pot and dumplings. That was basic cultural equality.
And magic was not unique to foreign countries either. In the HP setting, our Great Celestial Empire also had its own wizards and magical creatures, such as Chinese Fireball dragons, yetis, and even a dragon expert surnamed Kong.
The Great Celestial Empire was not a land barren of magic; that was officially acknowledged by HP.
So when it came to spells, did that mean the Celestial language absolutely could not be used for incantations?
Could Beauxbatons students not speak French and only speak English? Did American wizards also have to speak with a London accent to use magic correctly?
In the HP setting, the island nation also had a magical school, and it was world-famous for struggling with English. Did they all begin learning magic with nonverbal spells?
So in Sanmiao's view, any language could be used for spells, as long as it was spoken clearly and expressed the meaning accurately. The Celestial language was naturally no exception.
As I said before, Sanmiao wasn't mindlessly boasting about how great the Great Celestial Empire