Silvan had a good idea, but when morning came the next day, he still took the Portkey Garrick handed him.
Because he had overlooked one thing. Besides the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary, Romania was also famous for growing the finest Dragon Bloodwood in the entire wizarding world.
Silvan might not care about Dragon Heartstring, but he could not turn a blind eye to Dragon Bloodwood—especially after accidentally making that special wand.
Silvan touched the wand in his pocket, which was about as long as one of his fingers.
Fortunately, Garrick Ollivander did not know what its core was. Otherwise, he might have fallen apart on the spot, with no mood left to go to Romania.
"Ready?" Garrick checked the time. "We applied for ten o'clock. Hold on tight."
"Three... two... one..."
It felt as if something had yanked him hard. Silvan's feet left the ground, and his body was dragged forward at terrifying speed.
Wind howled past his ears, and the scenery before him blurred. The shops, streets, and familiar sights of Diagon Alley flashed backward like lightning.
This was not Silvan's first time using a Portkey. This special magical item could be used without learning Apparition, and it was more convenient and faster than the Floo Network or the Knight Bus. It had always been Garian and Lila's preferred way of taking him on long trips.
But back then, Silvan had only used them around the United Kingdom at most. This was his first time trying a Portkey that crossed more than a thousand miles in one go.
Silvan had no idea how long he had been dragged through the air. He only felt his head growing dizzier and his stomach churning violently.
At last, his feet hit the ground hard. Silvan staggered a few times before he finally steadied