Chapter 39: The Elder Wand, Sir, May I Try It?
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[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a diamond treasure box!]
The massive explosion caused all of Diagon Alley to tremble slightly.
The crowd that had just returned to normal outside stared in shock at where Ollivander's Wand Shop once stood.
The building's main structure had been blasted into the air, then disintegrated.
Debris from the building and broken wands rained down, kicking up a cloud of dust.
When the dust settled, Ollivander stood in disbelief, staring at what was left of his wand shop…
A ruin!
His gaze was blank!
In the past, when young wizards lost control of their magic, they usually just made a mess of the shop.
But this? This was blowing the shop sky-high!
This didn't make sense!
How could an eleven-year-old wizard possess such powerful magic?
Not only powerful, but also violent.
"Mr. Ollivander, you said that if something went wrong, I wouldn't be held responsible!"
Kael quickly handed over what was left of the wand—actually, just a small piece—immediately distancing himself from any blame.
"It's... it's fine, this wasn't your fault!"
Ollivander, looking devastated, pulled out his own wand and began casting the "Reparo" charm.
Dumbledore also stepped in to help.
However, the broken wands inside couldn't be restored with a simple "Reparo" charm
The damage was too severe to describe.
Each wand cost dozens of Galleons to make.
Looking at the broken pieces of wands on the ground, Ollivander felt like coughing up blood.
This was beyond catastrophic losses.
Cassandra stood stunned, watching the scene unfold.
She came from a prestigious wizarding family and was considered an elite.
Gifted and eager to learn, she had been learning how to master magic for the past two or three years.
This wasn't her first wand—her previous one had accidentally snapped during a magic lesson.
She knew exactly what other young wizards who hadn't started school yet were like.
None of them could compare to her.
In her eyes, they were just a bunch of kids who didn't know anything.
But now, standing in front of her, Kael had just casually waved his wand.
And With such violent, overwhelming magic, he had blown the wand shop to pieces.
Her shock was unimaginable.
Could this really be a boy her age?
[Ding! Shock detected!]
[Ding! Drawing a treasure box for the host!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a gold treasure box!]
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Meanwhile, Kael's attention was drawn to a piece of wood that had rolled to his feet.
The wood was pitch black, segmented, and didn't look remarkable, but the moment Kael laid eyes on it, he felt something strange.
It was as though this was exactly what he needed.
"Mr. Ollivander, what's this?"
Kael picked up the piece of wood and asked.
"That's a piece of elder wood."
"It took me great effort to get it—there were only three pieces. I once tried to make a replica of the Elder Wand..." Ollivander glanced at Dumbledore.
"But I failed twice. The elder wood and thestral tail hair just wouldn't combine perfectly."
"So I kept the last piece of elder wood."
"This is elder wood?" Kael examined the piece with great interest.
Elder wood was a rare material in the magical world, almost impossible to find.
The material used for the Elder Wand, one of the Deathly Hallows in Dumbledore's possession, was elder wood combined with thestral tail hair.
Of course, there must have been other materials or unique crafting techniques involved.
Otherwise, Ollivander wouldn't have failed twice.
Holding the piece of elder wood, Kael felt an even stronger desire rising within him.
Even his magic was becoming more active.
"Sir, may I try this piece of elder wood?" (T/N: Elder wood because the wand is not fully prepared as he coudn't combine it with thestral tail)
"Go ahead…"
Ollivander was focused on restoring the shop and responded absentmindedly without thinking.
Then, he realized something was wrong.
"Wait, child!"
He was about to stop Kael , but it was too late.
To his disbelief…
Kael waved his arm…
BOOM!
Another deafening explosion.
The almost-restored Ollivander's Wand Shop was once again blasted into the sky.
Ollivander: What the…???
[Ding! Anger detected!]
[Ding! Drawing a treasure box for the host!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a diamond treasure box!]