Her craftsmanship is beyond words... It's been a long time. One was full of thorns. The wand has a bumpy shaft. Appeared in front of Cassandra. Even curved... Although there are curved wands too. But it was bent on purpose. And she... Because she couldn't straighten it...
Cassandra looked at the shaft of her wand. Look at that beautiful wand Blake had just made. What does it mean that there is no harm without comparison? It only took this little time. A complete magic wand was made. And she... But he couldn't even complete the simplest shaping of the staff... "Ding! Frustration detected!" "Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a silver treasure chest!" …… "Actually, for a beginner, you're pretty good." What Blake said is true. Strictly speaking. He is not a beginner. With the help of the system, his level had already reached that of a qualified wand maker. Plus your own creative ideas. Naturally it was a success. Blake picked up Cassandra's awful staff shaft. He picked up the carving knife and began to modify it skillfully.
Under his hands. The stick gradually became more beautiful... Cassandra's eyes widened. "You...how do you know everything?" Cassandra looked at Blake with some despair. "No, no, I just know a little bit." Know a thing or two? Are you a liar? ! If you really only know a little bit. Making a wand for the first time and being able to shock Mr. Ollivander? Cassandra is always strong. Once again, I failed at Blake's hands... A strange feeling rose from the bottom of my heart. ps: Dear readers, I, the humble author, am madly asking for data! The flowers, monthly tickets, and evaluation votes you cast are the greatest support for me! Only when readers support me will I have the motivation to continue to update! . Chapter 40: Mithril Wand! Cassandra's Seed! System Panel! "Okay! It's finally done!" Mr. Ollivander rushed out from behind. Cassandra's thoughts were interrupted. "Just give it a try! Show no mercy, cast the spell with all your strength!" Blake put down the carving knife. His eyes turned to the wand in Ollivander's hand. It was a silver wand. About thirteen inches. The material looks like some kind of metal. Black took the wand. As soon as I picked it up I felt a heaviness in my hand. This wand is quite heavy. "The shaft of the magic wand is made of mithril!"
"A wooden staff cannot resist your full-strength spellcasting." Blake grasped the handle of his wand. The initial feeling is that the feel is okay. He raised his wand. Pointing to a stool by the counter. "Whoosh!" next second. The chair is transformed into a beautiful sofa! Cassandra saw this. He gritted his teeth hard. Blake looked at the wand in his hand with some surprise. It feels very good. Moreover, it really fits me. The key is. After infusing it with your own magic power. The stick remains stable. There was no explosion! Blake finished his test. Then he raised his wand again. He swung it vigorously. This time, he used all his strength. Magically and physically... "Sa!" The sound of a wand cutting through the air was heard. Then there was a crisp buzzing sound from the wand. "Buzz!" The mithril staff trembled for a while. It slowly became quiet again!
This magic wand actually held up! And Blake also felt the enhancement of his spells by this wand. Although it is not as abnormal as the customized magic wand enhancement. But there is indeed an increase! Much better than ordinary wands! "Ah... it's really amazing..." "Mithril is indeed a good material." “It’s a pity that not everyone can use it.” "If there isn't enough magic." "Mithril will absorb magic power..." "That is to say, this is a wand that can only be used by you." “No one else can use it.” Ollivander's words. Blake understood. In other words. This wand is like a heavy sword. Although blowing hair breaks. But not everyone can bear it! …… evening. The Leaky Cauldron. Dumbledore looked at Baker who was standing aside. "Is this the house-elf Baker you were talking about?" "Yes." Blake nodded. "I want to keep him." "Because if I drive him back, he will become very miserable." "Then stay." Dumbledore nodded. Although Grindelwald sent a house-elf over without permission. He was dissatisfied.
but…… This is indeed what Grindelwald thought more carefully. He is so busy. It was indeed rare for him to be with Blake. There was a house elf. It really takes good care of Blake's life.