Hearing Madame Morel say this, Minister Bonaparte pressed his lips into a thin line, turned his head slightly, and glanced at President Jacques from the corner of his eye.
President Jacques's attention remained firmly fixed on his new wand.
With a smile on his face, he kept waving the wand, casting the only spell he currently knew—the Illumination Spell—again and again.
He continuously adjusted the shape of the light, thoroughly enjoying himself. Clearly, he had not spared even the slightest attention for Madame Morel's assessment of Wizet.
Seeing this, Minister Bonaparte secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze back to Madame Morel. "Madame Morel, perhaps it was merely... well... that this wand is of better quality."
"I believe you know quite well that when alchemists make magical items, similar situations can occur. Even magical items from the same batch may differ in effectiveness."
"It is only because such differences are not significant that few users notice them. I merely mean to say that such accidents can happen."
Madame Morel looked at Minister Bonaparte, the corners of her lips tugging upward with difficulty. "Minister Bonaparte, I appreciate your attempt to comfort me, but we both know that was no accident."
"I'm merely feeling rather sentimental..." She sighed again. "I never expected someone like that to emerge among Ollivander's wandmakers."
"Now that I think about it..." She turned her head, looking toward the doorway. "Perhaps I should find someone to help run the shop. It is time for me to go out and travel in pursuit of learning."
"I have stayed in this place for too long. Bundimun is practically growing in my thoughts... It is time to get out, take a walk, and find some inspiration!"
"This is indeed an opportune time," Minister Bonaparte said. "I imagine that