Chapter 89: Patronus and Bombarda (First Subscription and Monthly Tickets Requested)

He deliberately neutralized most of the wand core’s abilities, leaving only one unique trait… This was a possibility Silven had conceived after leaving Knockturn Alley.

At the time, to understand the mechanism behind the 【Overload】 trait, he had read many books on wands and found Ziggmont Barch’s views on wand cores in the book *The Magical Synergy Between Wands and Potions*.

In it, he imagined himself as a potions master, believing that wand cores could also possess “choice.”

Just as preparing ingredients for potions required steps like peeling shriveled figs, squeezing the juice from sleepy beans, and smoking lionfish bones beforehand.

These procedures were meant to weaken or enhance certain properties of the ingredients, making the potion more perfect.

If that was possible, why not weaken part of the wand core’s function to make the wand more perfect?

Ziggmont Barch proposed this idea, but no one paid attention—not even himself.

For centuries, everyone assumed Barch had invented this illogical notion just to attract girls’ attention.

Because only a fully comprehensive wand core could make a perfect wand; the idea of weakening the core simply didn’t exist.

Until Silven turned to that page.

Because the very material Ziggmont Barch listed as capable of weakening the wand core happened to be dragonwood.

Then he suddenly realized Ziggmont Barch’s idea aligned perfectly with his own.

Hadn’t that previous dragonwood wand done exactly that—abandoning all else, leaving only the Killing Curse?

Perhaps it was because Voldemort favored the Killing Curse—what if the core were replaced with dragon heartstring? Would it then produce only the Fireball Curse?

Of course, if such a wand truly existed, no one would buy it, because no one used only the Fireball Curse.

But what if there were ten, twenty, fifty different wands like this…

That was Silven’s idea. He temporarily named this type of wand… Targeted Wand, meaning a wand fixed to cast only one specific spell.

Then he found his grandfather Garrick and ordered a batch of dragonwood under the man’s name, saving a fortune.

Silven hugged the dragonwood and bounded upstairs, beaming. Garrick Ollivander watched his back, lips moving as if to speak, but saying nothing.

He seemed to guess what Silven intended, yet couldn’t understand why he’d make such a “flawed wand.” To him, this act was outright heretical—an insult to wands.

Yet whenever he tried to warn Silven against it, the wand with unicorn hair would trot merrily into his mind and casually dismiss his words.

Was there anything more heretical than using an entire unicorn as a wand core?

It seemed not.

Garrick Ollivander shook his head and finally watched Silven vanish at the top of the stairs.

“He might not succeed,” Garrick thought, for the core’s traits were still theoretical—no evidence proved dragon heartstring wands were inherently suited to fire magic, only that the probability was higher.

Besides, not all St. Mungo healers used unicorn tail hair.

Ding… A crisp sound interrupted his thoughts.

A customer entered, followed by Professor Flitwick—clearly a new student coming to buy a wand.

“Just a guess!” Garrick muttered, tearing his gaze from the stairs.

…

In the days before term started, Silven spent most of his time wrestling with dragonwood. Fred and George occasionally visited Diagon Alley to ask him about wand-making techniques.

Not real wands—just a new prank item they’d invented: it looked exactly like a wand, but if anyone tried to cast a spell with it, it turned into a rubber toy.

To make their creation convincing enough to fool even experienced wizards, they’d come to Silven.

Silven sold them a bottle of pine oil for five Galleons; after a brief soak, the fake wands transformed completely.

Though still imperfect, most wizards wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

To express their gratitude, they invited Silven to the Burrow, but he declined—he was wholly focused on dragonwood.

The process proved far harder than he’d imagined, and several long-absent wand explosions occurred along the way.

To be fair, dragonwood was more powerful than cherrywood; every few days, people in Diagon Alley could glimpse a thrilling “firework” display through the second-floor window of Ollivander’s Wand Shop.

When neighbors asked about the commotion, Garrick Ollivander would tell them, “Nothing to worry about—Silven’s protected by the Shield Charm, no injuries.”

“Boom!”

Before he’d even finished speaking, another thunderous crash echoed overhead. A few wisps of dust tumbled from cracks in the ceiling, landing on Garrick and Florean Fortescue.

Florean Fortescue stared in shock. Garrick, unfazed, simply waved his wand and cleared the dust away.

In fact, this was mild—he still remembered the first explosion half a month ago, when dust had rained down like a storm.

The ceiling had long since been shaken clean.

Meanwhile, upstairs.

Silven stared at the table with a gaping hole, exhaling shakily as he released his grip on the Troll Wand.

Fortunately, he hadn’t yet given this wand to Hagrid—and even more fortunately, he’d made Garrick cast the Shield Charm on it first.

【Dull】: Records the first spell a wizard casts with it. Afterward, regardless of incantation or gesture, all magic becomes the originally recorded spell.

Now, whenever Silven held this wand, he could instantly shield himself, using the Shield Charm to negate explosion damage.

It was exhausting for Garrick—he’d been dazed for days after using the Troll Wand once.

But that didn’t matter. Garrick was a masterful veteran wandmaker; he could adjust himself, just as he had when he first learned Silven had turned the Redcap’s Heart Nerve into a wand.

Silven picked up Silvermane and flicked it skillfully.

“Reparo!”

The shattered table and window restored themselves instantly.

Silven sighed faintly, staring at the irreparable wood shards—this was the last dragonwood wand body.

Though the process had been dangerous, compared to the results, it was nothing.

Silven opened the lizard-skin pouch beside him and pulled out five wands.

【Dragonwood, unicorn tail hair, eleven inches】

【Status: Imbalanced】

【Trait: Spell effect -70%; Aqua Eructo +35%】

Silven had tested them—these two traits were independent; Aqua Eructo was unaffected by the spell weakening, the only spell immune to the reduction.

…

【Dragonwood, Redcap Heart Nerve, twelve and one-third inches】

【Trait: Spell effect -70%; Rupture +30%】

…

【…Acromantula leg… Constrictor +40%】

Seeing this, Silven nearly laughed out loud. What did 40% mean? Even if your Constrictor could barely bind a rabbit, with this wand, you’d instantly reach Auror standards.

Direct upgrade from P (Pass) to O (Outstanding).

If an Auror used it, they might even rival Dumbledore… assuming Dumbledore didn’t use the Elder Wand.

Silven still didn’t know what the legendary wand looked like or what its special ability was.

Oh, two more left.

If seeing the Constrictor wand made him nearly laugh, these two made him laugh outright.

【Dragonwood, unicorn tail hair, ten and a half inches】

【Status: Imbalanced】

【Trait: Spell effect -70%; Patronus +25%】

…

【Dragonwood, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches】

【Status: Imbalanced】

【Trait: Spell effect -70%; Bombarda +25%】

…

A +25% boost wasn’t much—even the lowest among these five wands—but look at the names: Patronus and Bombarda. The feeling changed entirely.

Patronus: a universally recognized advanced spell, the only defense against Dementors, one of the mandatory skills for Aurors.

Bombarda: one of the most powerful offensive spells a regular wizard could learn—and the one that thrilled Silven most.

The moment he saw it, all previous explosions suddenly felt worthwhile.

More importantly, it wasn’t a one-time thing.

This suggested 【Overload】 likely came from Voldemort’s soul—or perhaps because dragonwood wasn’t ancient enough. Either way, Silven had never encountered it again.

But that was fine. If Silven learned Bombarda, this wand would serve him permanently, perfectly compensating for his current lack of offensive spells.

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(End of Chapter)