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For a wand, the choice of core is crucial, but Robert found that he seemed to have chosen the wrong core.
This core, made from a Troll's spine, was not only incredibly hard but also unusually slow to react to magic, practically inheriting all the Troll's flaws, which made the inlay process extremely difficult and the efficiency appallingly low.
According to Robert's original plan, he could finish making the wand in two days at most, after which he would have plenty of time to complete the holiday homework assigned by the Professor.
But now... the entire Christmas holiday was gone, and to avoid delaying classes after school started, he had recently been sleeping only two hours a day, eating only one meal, and when he was truly too sleepy, he would go to the School Hospital to ask Madam Pomfrey for a bottle of Awakening Potion to keep him going.
Yet, even so, the wand core didn't fully fuse into the wand body until the early morning of the day school started.
In an instant, the previously separate wand bodies instantly merged into one, and it began to shake violently on the table, making a roaring sound so loud it was like setting off firecrackers.
Robert subconsciously took a step back, afraid it would suddenly explode.
But the next second he realized something even more terrifying... it was one in the morning, the time when most people were sleeping soundly.
The roaring noise woke everyone up; they came out of their dorms grumbling and cursing, each face showing undisguised anger, vowing to drag out the fellow who disturbed their sweet dreams and settle the score!
This wasn't difficult; the direction of the sound was too obvious, and everyone immediately pinpointed Robert's dorm.
Someone stepped forward and knocked on the door, shouting loudly for Robert to stop making noise.
But now Robert had no choice; he opened the dorm door and gestured for them to try it themselves.
But no one went in; everyone even took a step back in unison.
Are you kidding me?!
Inside, a two-foot-long, wrist-thick wooden rod was whirring like a windmill, and the sturdy table turned into a pile of fragments in the blink of an eye.
The bed and bookcase were not spared either, breaking upon contact, as brittle as freshly baked cornflakes.
If that hit someone, they'd be covered in bruises.
"Gulp..."
A distinct sound of swallowing came from the crowd, and everyone backed up further, afraid that thing would run out of the room.
Robert was also mixed in the crowd, constantly moving backward... he was scared too.
Fortunately, at this moment, Professor McGonagall arrived.
She was wearing pajamas, clearly also having been woken up.
Seeing a crowd gathered at this hour, she was practically furious, "What on earth are you doing! Do you want to wake up everyone in the Castle?"
Everyone unanimously distanced themselves from Robert, their meaning obvious.
Professor McGonagall naturally saw this and frowned, "Ollivander? What exactly are you up to!"
Robert didn't speak, just led her to his dorm.
Then Professor McGonagall also fell silent.
"You're saying that thing... is a wand?" She pointed at the wildly spinning bat in the room, rubbing her eyes hard.
"That's right."
"Not a Beater's bat?"
"No, it is a wand, I just finished it."
Professor McGonagall was silent again.
She kept trying to convince herself she had just seen things, but unfortunately, she didn't succeed; she knew she was perfectly awake now, awake enough to see at a glance that the length of that bat should be over two feet.
Thereupon, Professor McGonagall decided to disperse the crowd first.
"Everyone back to your dorms!" she snapped loudly.
Although everyone was incredibly curious at this moment, seeing Professor McGonagall's stern face, they reluctantly returned to their dorms.
Some bolder ones would pretend to close the door and then peek out through the crack.
Professor McGonagall didn't pay attention to this, she just waved her wand forcefully.
Something seemed to envelop Robert's dorm, and then, the Gryffindors in the other dorms could no longer hear the roaring, and the Castle returned to quiet.
"You..." She glanced at Robert, "Can you make that thing stop?"
"I'll try."
With Professor McGonagall beside him, Robert felt a bit more confident; he bravely walked into the dorm, slowly extended his hand, and simultaneously chanted a complex spell softly.
As if it was tired from its earlier rampage, after spinning two more times, the wand landed with a thud in Robert's hand... on the floor.
It was too heavy; Robert couldn't hold it.
Professor McGonagall's pupils contracted, and the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily.
Was this thing really a wand?
Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, trying hard to compose herself, and then said, "Because of your recklessness, twenty points from Gryffindor. Remember to restore this place to its original state!"
After speaking, she hurried out of the dorm corridor.
By now, Professor McGonagall had completely lost all sleepiness; she just wanted to figure out as soon as possible if all this was normal.
As the instigator, Robert's words couldn't be taken at face value, and given his age, he probably couldn't explain it clearly either... but the Chairman of the International Confederation of Wizards, who knew countless secrets, could.
Passing the common room, Professor McGonagall looked up at the time... it was almost two o'clock; she hoped the Headmaster wasn't asleep yet.
The sound of the Fat Lady's portrait opening and closing came from downstairs.
As soon as Professor McGonagall left, Fred and George sneaked over; seeing the messy dorm, both simultaneously gasped.
"It looks like a Gringotts vault after a Niffler raid," Fred said.
"Nifflers aren't this rough," George said, "What on earth did you do?"
"I don't know how to explain it either," Robert said; he took out his wand and pointed it at the pile of wood fragments.
"Reparo!"
Oh, this was actually a bed...
"Don't just stand there watching, come help," Robert said, turning around; there were quite a few things in the dorm, and even with magic, it would take him a long time to fix everything by himself.
"Well... alright." Fred and George shrugged and joined in.
Together, the three of them took less than half an hour to restore the dorm to its original state.
After finishing all this, the Weasley Brothers prepared to leave.
Then Fred stepped forward and patted Robert's shoulder, "I think you should need some time to think carefully."
"Think about how you're going to explain demolishing the dorm to the Headmaster tomorrow," George said.
The two chuckled as they walked out of the dorm, and incidentally helped chase away the others who were loitering and looking around at the door.
At this point, Robert finally had time to look at the wand still on the floor.
[Oak, Troll Spine, Thirty and a Half Inches]
Status: Perfect
Property: Backfire: Spells will be returned to the user (Stupid Trolls always hurt themselves.)
Property: Dullness: Records the first spell cast by the wizard, after which no matter what spell is chanted or what gesture is used, all magic will automatically transform into the initially recorded spell (A Troll's brain can only hold one spell, and so can its spine.)
Property: Ironhide: Defensive spell effects +30%
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