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"George, from today onward, you are my student at Ollivander's. I will do everything in my power to train you to become a wand master like me!" Ollivander declared, his hands trembling as he tightly hugged a box of unicorn tail hair, assuring George with unwavering conviction.
"Please don't get too excited; I believe in you," George replied, noticing the elder Ollivander's bloodshot eyes and fearing he might collapse from overwhelming emotion.
For someone like Ollivander, who had dedicated his life to studying wands, receiving eight thousand strands of unicorn tail hair was akin to a martial arts fanatic being handed eight thousand top-tier martial arts manuals or a lecher receiving eight thousand of the most beautiful women.
Not only would he gladly share his wand-making techniques, but he wouldn't hesitate to kneel and call you 'father.'
"Alright, alright! When do you want to start learning?" Ollivander managed to calm his excessive excitement and asked.
With so many premium wand cores available, perhaps before he passed away, he could indeed create a wand as powerful as the legendary Elder Wand, becoming a legend in the wizarding world and a myth in the wand-making community.
"If possible, let's start now," George said, eager not to waste any time. The sooner he learned to make wands, the sooner both his original self and his other split selves could possess wands, greatly enhancing their abilities.
Ollivander, after feeling the box of unicorn tail hair in his hands, hesitated not a moment longer. He stood up, hung a "Closed" sign at the door, and led George to the backyard.
Since George wanted to learn right away, Ollivander would teach him immediately.
Thus began George's enjoyable vacation journey into wand-making.
Even on Christmas Day, he didn't spare Ollivander, dragging him to learn until dusk, before returning to the potions shop.
However, that Christmas morning, he did take some time to select various gifts, which he sent with Pigwidgeon.
These gifts included those for Tonks and her Auror colleagues, classmates from Slytherin, as well as friends like Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Ginny, and even every professor at the school.
He even sent a gift to Dumbledore.
Of course, these weren't anything extravagant. Although he didn't lack money, gifts shouldn't be overly valuable; otherwise, they would lose their meaning and instead become a burden.
After all, the recipients would feel obligated to reciprocate.
Time continued to pass until the day before the Christmas holiday ended.
"This one is quite good; it can barely be considered a qualifying wand. Your wand-making talent is impressive, but don't let it go to your head. You still need to practice once you return to school," Ollivander said, nodding in satisfaction as he examined the wand made with a troll whisker core and a pine wood shaft.
Initially, he had planned to teach George casually.
Wand-making was no simple skill to learn. It required a foundational knowledge of materials, core processing, and wood polishing. Without several months of practice, one could hardly make any progress.
However, to his surprise, George exhibited a remarkable talent for wand-making.
First, he grasped the complex foundational knowledge almost immediately, and his manual dexterity was exceptional, making very few mistakes. In just half a month, he successfully crafted a qualifying wand.
Though it still had some minor flaws, they were not significant enough to prevent it from being sold in the shop.
"Thank you for your guidance during this time. I will come back to consult you again after the summer vacation," George politely bid farewell to Ollivander and left the wand shop.
His ability to learn wand-making so quickly was not solely due to exceptional talent; it was primarily because he had three minds studying simultaneously and possessed physical capabilities far beyond those of an ordinary wizard.
Moreover, he had already read numerous books on wand-making at school, providing him with a solid foundation.
"This child, if he chooses to study wand-making, will not be inferior to me in the future."
As Ollivander watched George's disappearing figure, he couldn't help but sigh once more.
Meanwhile, at the Fairy Tail Guild, George flew out of the library and landed in the guild hall. He scanned the room and asked Mirajane at the bar, "Have you seen Natsu?"
In this magical world, it was incredibly easy to find trees imbued with magic. A quick fly around the large forest behind the guild would yield several suitable options.
If he wanted to be even more particular, he could spend some extra money searching in the magical shops.
Once he had the wand wood, the next step was the wand core.
The core wasn't difficult to obtain; this world was filled with magical creatures, and the wizards of Fairy Tail often took on quests to hunt magical beasts that attacked towns.
It wouldn't be hard to ask them to bring back some fur or horns.
If all else failed, as a magical cat, he could pluck one of his own hairs to serve as a makeshift core, though the quality would certainly be lacking.
He was looking for Natsu because he had heard that Natsu was raised by a fire dragon and could use Dragon Slayer magic, possessing a physique akin to that of a dragon. George wanted to test whether Natsu's hair could serve as a wand core.
According to the historical texts of this world, dragons were the most powerful magical beings. If Natsu's hair had even one percent of a dragon's properties, it would surpass that of most magical creatures.
"Are you talking about Natsu? He took on a quest to find some books and teamed up with Lucy to complete it," Mirajane replied gently.
Just then, Levy, who had been searching for a quest by the mission board, rushed over upon hearing this.
"Is it that 200,000 Jewels book-finding quest? I was hesitating about whether to take it, and now Natsu snatched it up first!"
The 200,000 Jewels book-finding quest had a relatively low danger level, but it was quite time-consuming. The guild would take a cut, so with three people in the party, each would receive a meager sum.
Subtracting travel costs, lodging, and any potential expenses for magical items would leave even less.
That's why Levy had been unsure about taking it.
"Maybe it's a good thing you didn't take it, Levy. The client has now increased the reward from 200,000 to 2 million Jewels," said Makarov, the guildmaster, as he jumped down from the second floor and landed on the bar.
"What? Two million Jewels for finding a book? That's comparable to the reward for a large-scale extermination quest!"
Upon hearing the guildmaster's words, the wizards in the guild began to discuss excitedly.
Many wizards regretted not taking the book-finding quest, missing out on the chance for that 2 million Jewels reward.
"It probably won't be that simple."
With Natsu absent, George returned to the library, though he agreed with Levy's decision not to take the quest.
High rewards usually meant high risks; this was definitely not just a simple book-finding task.
As for Levy's team, their overall strength, to be honest, was quite lacking.
While Levy's Solid Script magic had various effects, each individual attack was too weak. Most importantly, she wasn't skilled in combat and had some issues with her mindset.
Her two teammates were even weaker than she was.
To be frank, even without a wand, George could easily handle all three of them if he took things seriously.
(End of Chapter)