Snape's Wand

The damp surface of the two pieces of wand wood quickly disappeared, seemingly completely absorbed by the wood.

Wizette noticed that the two pieces of wood fit together perfectly to form the shaft of a wand, with a complete groove visible at the core position.

The inside of the groove was carved with uneven depths, looking incredibly exquisite.

Ollivander took out a pipette, drawing liquid from a glass beaker, and poured it into the groove.

Wizette stepped up to the glass beaker, leaning close to it.

He gently fanned the scent to his nose, discovering that inside was at least vervain, rosemary, and some other herbs.

Right at this moment, bells chimed around them, tolling about fourteen times.

Ollivander acted faster, hurriedly pulling out a roll of dragon hide, taking out the dragon heartstring inside, placing it in the middle of the groove, and then closing the two pieces of wand wood.

At this time, although the two pieces of wood were closed tightly, the seam could still be seen.

"Kenaz!"

As the bells stopped, he took out his wand, tapped the closed pieces of wood, and chanted.

A pink glow enveloped the two pieces of wood, and in a rustling sound, the seam between them gradually disappeared, transforming into a complete wand.

Ollivander yawned, his face revealing a weariness as if he had just stayed up all night.

He waved his wand to one side, "Accio Potion!"

In just an instant, a golden potion flew over, falling into his hand.

Wizette focused his gaze; with this color, and being used to drink after fatigue, this potion was highly likely to be the Invigorating Draught.

He had never personally brewed the Invigorating Draught, mainly judging by its appearance characteristics.

As the golden potion entered his stomach, Ollivander instantly became much more alert, continuing to wave his wand to perform the next steps.

Wizette became even more certain of his thoughts; this golden potion was indeed the Invigorating Draught, for the effect to be so distinct.

Ollivander took his wand, tapping it on the workbench.

The tabletop, which was originally extremely flat, now appeared with crisscrossing grooves.

He took another glass beaker, pouring a pink liquid onto the grooves.

The liquid spread along the grooves, and the workbench radiated a fiery red light, like a blazing fire.

These lights constantly gathered toward the wand, as if absorbed by it, the light gradually weakening.

...

Wizette, relying on his Mage Sight, discovered that the red light was actually magic pathways, dense and countless.

The number of these magic pathways was truly too many, so many that it was enough to cause a qualitative change, making them manifest in the form of light.

...

Ollivander waved his wand, seemingly playing a rapid melody.

He was like a drummer, beating out lively, passionate drumbeats.

Not until the light was almost entirely absorbed by the wand did Ollivander stop, using his sleeve to wipe the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

He looked toward Wizette, his eyes revealing anticipation, "How do you feel?"

"A great harvest!" Wizette said, "Previously, I had many doubts about wandmaking, but now I have found the answers."

"Oh? To have such inspiration?" Ollivander was somewhat surprised, continuing to ask, "What have you seen?"

Wizette closed his eyes in thought for a moment, organizing what he had just seen and heard, before speaking, "First is about the preparation process."

"After choosing the wand wood, it needs to be split into two, while shaping the core part, leaving a groove to embed the core."

Ollivander smiled, "Wizette, you are indeed very observant! This groove is not simple; it determines the limit of a wandmaker's craftsmanship."

"Determines the limit of craftsmanship?" Wizette sighed softly, "Mr. Ollivander, can I understand it like this?"

"The more the groove fits the shape of the core, the tighter the wand and the core combine? If so, then..."

"If using a phoenix feather as the core, the difficulty of making this kind of wand must be the highest, right?"

"Very good!" Ollivander's smile was mixed with surprise, "Exactly! Unicorn hair has the lowest manufacturing difficulty, because it only requires a single hair;"

"Dragon heartstring has a medium difficulty; while phoenix feather is too delicate, and to make it perfectly, one usually has to experience many failures."

"And the liquid in this beaker." Wizette picked up a glass beaker, "I smelled vervain, rosemary, vervain, lady's mantle..."

Hearing Wizette list a series of names, Ollivander widened his eyes, unable to help but interrupt, "Merlin's beard! You can actually smell so many herbs?"

"I think there are surely more than just these herbs." Wizette frowned slightly, "There is also the liquid used to dissolve the herbs. I am not sure if it is Lethe water in this beaker..."

"Because Lethe water is colorless, of course there are also other dissolving liquids, like morning dew, pure water, or... some potion ingredients I haven't come into contact with, which are all possible."

"This is Lethe water!" Ollivander took a deep breath, his expression calming down a bit, "Already very outstanding! You only started school a year ago, right?"

"According to your learning progress, at most you only use Lethe water to brew the Forgetfulness Potion. Where did you learn about those other herbs?"

"Forgetfulness Potion..." Wizette chuckled. He recalled the final exams, where several Slytherin students had drunk the Forgetfulness Potion to the point of being full.

"Ahem..." He coughed lightly to suppress his laughter, "Mr. Ollivander, Professor Snape has taught me diligently, so I was fortunate enough to distinguish these potion ingredients."

Ollivander asked thoughtfully, "Professor Snape? Hogwarts' Professor Snape... is it Severus Snape?"

Wizette nodded, "Yes, he is a very good professor!"

"I remember this person, he is a very special wizard..." Ollivander blinked his silver eyes, "Because he came to find me to change wands..."

"Unless the wand is damaged, wizards usually do not actively change wands. But he was one of the few wizards who actively came, requesting to change wands, so I have a deep impression."

He frowned slightly, trying to recall the matter related to Snape.

"I still remember that wand... ebony, dragon heartstring, twelve inches, very suitable for offense. At that time, the wand's feedback to him was also very good."

"Until one day in 1980, he suddenly came to find me, saying that the ebony wand no longer obeyed, and could not help him cast spells as he wished."

"The situation at that time was very sensitive, so I did not say much. Even because I did not want to touch upon taboos, I did not ask for more details, which made the process of changing wands extremely difficult."

"Severus Snape is truly very special... He tried waving many wands, but was still not satisfied... He is a person who hides himself very deeply!"

"After trying again and again, he finally revealed a part of his true self... Only then did I get the inspiration, finding a wand most suitable for him currently."