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This wand, which took a full ten days to complete, gave Robert the feeling of riding an emotional roller coaster.
After seeing the characteristic known as [Backfire], Robert felt his vision go black and almost fainted from anger. A wand that was guaranteed to "explode" — if word of this got out, he'd become the laughingstock of wandmakers.
And it wasn't even a simple "explosion." The magic returned directly to the caster, completely bypassing any loopholes. Even holding the wand tip backward was useless.
As for the second trait, [Blunt]... If [Backfire] didn't exist, Robert would have been ecstatic. This trait allowed the use of the Killing Curse as easily as casting Lumos, effectively transforming it into a true area-of-effect spell.
Taken on its own, it was the most outrageous wand trait Robert had ever seen. It couldn't even be described as a golden legend — it was more like a dazzling artifact with special effects.
Unfortunately, paired with [Backfire], all offensive spells became unusable, instantly cutting the wand's effectiveness.
Otherwise, he'd just be attacking himself.
At this point, the wand was practically half a failure — until the final characteristic, [Iron Armor], emerged.
Boosting defensive spell effects by 30%, it was exactly as the name described: simple, brute-force, and powerful. It immediately brought the wand back into the realm of excellence.
For wizards seeking pure power, this trait might not compare to [Blunt] in isolation, but from another perspective, it was equally impressive.
It was the ultimate support trait.
Robert narrowed his eyes, quickly thinking of a critical spell.
The Iron Armor Charm — same name as the third trait — enhanced by 30%. Under the influence of [Blunt], a user didn't need to worry about incantations or gestures. They could simply pour magic into the wand, and a fresh layer of Iron Armor would instantly materialize on themselves.
Then there was [Backfire], which now seemed to ensure the spell's stability, preventing it from misfiring due to panic, error, or enemy interference.
Besides, the Iron Armor Spell was inherently self-targeted. Whether it could trigger [Backfire] and create a double Iron Armor effect remained unknown.
And beyond these visible traits, there was an unlisted, hidden characteristic — Robert decided to call it [Sturdy] for now.
Constructed from hard oak and the entire spine of a Troll, the wand's weight reached an absurd level. Holding it felt like lifting a steel plate of the same size.
Judging by the wreckage in his dorm just now, Robert could imagine the consequences of being struck by this wand.
Probably — Stupefy: Physical Edition?
Robert patted his cheeks, forcing himself to stay calm.
He realized, with some regret, that he couldn't use this wand himself.
First, it was too heavy. Carrying it would exhaust him before he could catch up to anyone.
Second, he lacked the strength to unleash the wand's full potential.
But someone else could — someone who was practically born to wield it.
Hagrid — a half-Giant.
A Giant's immense strength allowed him to lift such a heavy wand with ease. His half-human lineage enabled him to use magic.
Robert raised an eyebrow. He seemed to have found the perfect Christmas gift for Hagrid.
And with Hagrid's eleven-foot height, the wand would fit perfectly in his hands. Additionally, half-Giants possessed naturally high magical resistance, adding another metaphorical layer of armor.
Wait!
Robert suddenly sat up, a thought flashing through his mind. But he quickly shook his head in disappointment.
What was he even thinking? The half-Giant's resistance wasn't magic in nature — it couldn't possibly benefit from [Iron Armor].
Still, it was terrifying enough.
Just picture it — on a chaotic battlefield, a half-Giant nearly immune to magic wielding an "Avada Kedavra Wand," charging at seventy miles per hour...
The image alone could give one nightmares.
Robert couldn't help but shiver and hesitated for a moment. Should he really give this to Hagrid? What if one day, Hagrid impulsively decided to overthrow the Ministry of Magic?
Could the Aurors stop him then?
Robert sat on the bed, lost in thought, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
When Robert woke the next day, it was already near noon. He rubbed his forehead and glanced at the clock, groggy.
The next second, he was wide awake.
Late — or rather, there were only twenty minutes left before class ended!
Damn it. This was the worst part of living in a single dormitory — there was no one to wake him up.
Frantically, he dressed, shoved on his shoes, flung open the door, and dashed toward the exit.
"Good morning, Mr. Ollivander."
A gentle voice stopped Robert in his tracks, making him wonder if he was still dreaming.
He had to be dreaming — how else could Dumbledore be standing right outside his door?
"I can assure you that you're quite awake," Dumbledore said with a chuckle. "Would you care to join me for some tea? After all, because of your little situation, I was woken after only an hour of sleep last night."
"Ah? But Headmaster, I still have class," Robert said automatically. "I'm already late."
"You needn't worry about that," Dumbledore replied. "I took the liberty of asking Professor Flitwick to excuse you. It seems that was a wise decision."
"...Alright, then."
"Thank you. Oh, and bring that fascinating wand, will you?"
Since Dumbledore insisted, Robert didn't protest. He returned to his room, picked up the wand, and followed the Headmaster out of the Gryffindor common room and down two corridors to the Headmaster's office.
This was Robert's first time in the office. He tossed the wand onto a nearby table and looked around, slightly out of breath.
What caught his attention the most were the silver instruments on the desk, emitting steady trails of white smoke.
"In the evenings, I sometimes put a few drops of the Draught of Living Death in those to help me sleep," Dumbledore said casually. "Today, they simply hold a stimulant from Madam Pomfrey — she claims it helps prevent the flu."
"May I see that wand?"
"Of course, no problem," Robert replied.
"Thank you." Dumbledore walked over, placed a hand on the wand, and attempted to lift it...
His motion paused momentarily. Then, with a subtle shift of his fingers, the wand floated steadily into the air, hovering before him.
Oh!
Watching Dumbledore's effortless use of the Levitation Charm, Robert slapped his forehead in regret.
Damn it. How could he forget? He had other wands — why didn't he just use one of those to carry this thing?
On the other side, Dumbledore examined the wand for a while before murmuring, "It is indeed a wand. A truly fascinating creation."
"It's nothing," Robert replied modestly. "There are many extraordinary wizards out there. I heard about a famous Auror recently who can change appearance at will without Polyjuice Potion."
"Ah, I believe I know who you're referring to," Dumbledore said. "Nymphadora Tonks. She's the only Metamorphmagus born in five centuries. An enviable gift."
"But you're not doing too badly yourself," Dumbledore added, looking over his glasses with those clear blue eyes.
"I've heard the core of this wand is an entire Troll's spine. Is that correct?"
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