I Want Pink With Little Flowers
She remembered Tom's instructions and kept the thought of "the wand coming back" in her mind.
The wand, which had just flown a few meters away, was suddenly pulled back by an invisible force and obediently flew back into her hand.
Tom frowned slightly; when he cast the spell, he clearly felt his wand being slightly pulled as well.
Although the power is weak and does not affect its use, it indicates that the bracelet's power has been dispersed.
This time, he deliberately controlled his power. If he encountered a powerful magical attack, the bracelet might malfunction because of this slight dispersion.
He took off the bracelet and placed it on the table. Daphne leaned closer. "What's wrong?"
"There's a problem. It's not just trying to absorb its own wand; it's trying to absorb other people's wands too."
Daphne paused for a moment. "Wouldn't that be even better? Just snatch other people's wands too!"
"It's not stealing, it's interference. If two people are wearing the same bracelet, the wand might fly in the wrong direction when it's being pulled."
It seems we need to add an authentication process so that the bracelet only recognizes the wand to which it's tied. This would prevent the power from being dispersed and also prevent resale.
After all, if secondhand goods flood the market, who would buy his new products?
We also need to improve durability. Since it's for our own use, we must use the best materials and the most refined inscriptions.
If you're selling to outsiders, you need to lower your standards and differentiate your products accordingly.
Daphne understood. "You mean, use the best for your own people, and use the less desirable ones for outsiders?"
"It's not just a little bit different, it's tiered. Basic model, standard model, deluxe model. The functions are the same, but the materials and lifespan are different, and the prices are different too."
This is called product differentiation, which allows you to retain the high-end market while also capturing the mid-to-low-end market, maintaining competitiveness across different price ranges.
It was a perfect business strategy. Tom became more and more pleased with himself, thinking about how to perfect the bracelet.
Make one for Daphne and one for Astoria first, then mass-produce them to earn some Galleon and credits.
Tom's mind worked quickly, and in no time he had a clear idea of how to improve the bracelet.
In addition to positive optimization, they also devised methods to circumvent vulnerabilities in reverse.
"Come on, try a few more times, and try to find all the problems." Tom raised his wand with great enthusiasm, Daphne also thought that this test was more fun than playing games.
In the second test, she deliberately waited until the wand flew a long way before silently chanting the summoning mantra.
The third time, she was even more mischievous, letting the wand fall directly into Tom's hand, insisting on testing just how strong the bracelet was.
Tom, thanks to his Dragon Blood and copper-skinned, iron-boned body, is several times stronger than an adult wizard.
An ordinary person wouldn't be able to hold the wand that's being pulled by the bracelet.
The prototype bracelet was worn on Daphne's wrist for three days. Tom made her throw the wand every day, then call it back after she threw it.
The arc of the wand as it flew, the point where it landed in the palm of the hand, the impact force when gripped—every single parameter was recorded in the notebook.
"You're incredibly strong," Daphne said, rubbing her wrist. "No normal person can catch a wand like you're catching a brick."
Tom thought about it and realized it made sense. His strength came from his Dragon Blood. When an ordinary wizard catches a returning wand, all he needs is enough grip strength.
He didn't need to grip it as tightly as he did; he made a mark on his notebook and lowered the "grip strength requirement" by half.
The furthest recall distance was measured to be 500 meters. Beyond 500 meters, the bracelet did not respond.
At 500 meters, the speed at which the wand flies back will gradually decrease, and when it reaches Tom's hand, it will feel light and airy, like a falling leaf.
He wrote down the information and drew a curve in his notebook. That's enough. Who would run 500 meters to pick up a magic wand in the dueling arena?
Tom took the bracelet off Daphne's wrist, and the little witch looked reluctant, clutching her arm tightly and refusing to let go.
Only when Tom patted his chest and assured her that he would make her one ten times prettier than the sample did she happily let go.
"I want the pink one with little flowers, and it has to be covered in diamonds," Daphne said coquettishly.
Tom paused, then sighed. "Okay. Pink with little flowers."
Mrs. Greengrass returned from the Ministry of Magic on time; that's really convenient in the wizarding world, the commute is so short it's negligible.
A skilled wizard Apparition home in no time, while a less skilled one can use the Floo Network, taking only a few minutes – much faster than the Muggle subway.
After dinner, Tom took the corrected bracelet and went to Mrs. Greengrass's study.
He explained the functions, test data, and improvement plans, and Mrs. Greengrass listened with admiration in her eyes.
"The idea is ingenious and practical; Auror and Hit Wizard need this the most."
"A distance of 500 meters is enough to deal with all kinds of emergencies and retrieve the wand immediately. Its applicability is extremely wide."
Besides the Disarming Charm, many wizarding spells carry a powerful impact, and can easily cause a wand to slip from your hand.
Tom's invention, though seemingly simple, precisely hit the wizard's sore spot.
She paused, then frowned. "What are your specific plans? Also, how high is the cost of counterfeiting?"
"If ideas are easily plagiarized, it will cause a lot of trouble later, and we may have to start protecting them through legislation."
She knew nothing about alchemy. If the technology was advanced and difficult to imitate, it would be much easier for her to help promote it.
If there's no difficulty involved, then the only recourse is to rely on the law and family power to deter others from counterfeiting.
Like Portkey, they are not difficult to make, but because they can easily be used for smuggling and harm the interests of the Ministry of Magic, they are strictly prohibited.
Tom pondered for a few seconds, then casually said, "The difficulty is so-so. I reckon there are no more than five people in the whole of Britain who can replicate it."
"It's easier to handle with such a small scope. If someone dares to counterfeit it, we can easily find out and just go to their door."
He spoke casually, but he hadn't been slacking off these past few days, thanks to the double buffs of Supernatural Mode and the Meditation Hut.
In addition, his exceptionally strong spiritual foundation meant that his learning efficiency in one day was equivalent to that of an ordinary wizard in one or two years.
Mrs. Greengrass's lips curled up slightly. "That's good. So, what about sales channels? Who do you plan to sell to?"
"Auror, the Ministry of Magic, those departments with budgets." Tom paused. "Ordinary wizards are fine too, but opening a shop in Diagon Alley will have to wait until the supply is stable."
"I'll go talk to Amelia Bones tomorrow and help you secure the official contract from the Ministry of Magic."
"Amelia Bones?" Tom raised an eyebrow. "The director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?"
Mrs. Greengrass nodded. "Yes, that's her, Susan Amelia Bones ' aunt. We're senior and junior classmates, it's just a matter of saying hello."
Tom was a little puzzled. "Shouldn't we be looking for the Auror Office if we want to find the Ministry of Magic? Shouldn't the current director be Scrimgeour?"