Capítulo 84: Chapter 84 Tom's Little Toy
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Tom's idea was by no means far-fetched. He just wanted to fix runes and the like on some kind of carrier to achieve solidified magic. This wasn't groundbreaking work; on the contrary, solidified magic was already widely used in the magical world.
The more technically demanding items included flying brooms, where high-end brooms often had solidified magic. Products with lower technical requirements included wizard robes. Many wizard robes had solidified self-cleaning magic, and some could even provide warmth in winter and coolness in summer.
Tom didn't know the principles behind these solidified magics, but he developed his own set of ideas.
Ollivander went into the back room and used a levitation charm to retrieve a long package from the corner. Tom had a vague idea, but he wasn't sure until Ollivander opened the package.
Inside was a metal wand, two fingers thick and two meters long.
Tom was dumbfounded. Did this wand knock down enemies without casting any spells when held close?
Ollivander looked at the wand, sighed, "When I was young and ignorant, I always wanted to create a new path, so I made this thing based on ancient legends. Then I thought, why must wands be made of wood? So, I used metal..."
Seeing Tom's stunned expression, Ollivander's rare old face blushed, feeling like a middle-aged person whose child discovered their old QQ nickname and space. Sometimes explaining what "骨囝里⒐孤单" meant was a torment.
Ollivander coughed twice, "Basically, every wand maker has had wild ideas."
He struggled to pick up the wand, propping it on the ground. "This wand is too heavy, so it's impossible to perform the movements needed for casting spells while holding it. Usually, wizards can't use it to cast spells. Later, I thought it was more suitable for wizards who can cast spells without a wand—like Professor Dumbledore."
Tom imagined Dumbledore waving this wand and couldn't help but feel a bit toothache.
"After being able to cast spells without a wand, why would you still hold such a wand!"
The appearance of this wand gradually transformed into something like a flashlight.
Ollivander didn't say anything. He just poked the wand into the ground, and a dazzling light appeared at the tip of the wand.
"It's indeed too impractical..."
Ollivander also admitted that the wand he made impulsively was quite bizarre—practically not practical. But thanks to Ollivander, Tom learned that the metal used to make this wand had a decent background; it was an alchemical product capable of storing a certain amount of magical power.
Tom found this metal intriguing, so he asked Ollivander for some.
Ollivander generously gave all the remaining metal he used to forge wands to Tom.
[Obtained 3 kg of Magic Silver - Pure silver refined by alchemists, capable of storing a certain amount of magical power]
"Haven't you thought about making the wand smaller?" Tom suggested. If the wand were smaller, it might be useful.
Ollivander smiled awkwardly, "I did make a smaller one, but the effect was indeed inferior to wooden wands..."
Tom was speechless as he collected the remaining materials. That night, when he returned to the dormitory, he selected a piece of magic silver, carefully cut it into coin-sized pieces with a knife and file, and polished it. Fortunately, this metal wasn't very hard, and a knife was enough for engraving.
Tom played with a magic silver coin the size of a Galleon in his hand, pondered for a moment, and slowly carved several runes on it.
"Start, Invoke, Stabilize, Transmit, Levitate, Illuminate—End Rune."
These runes were the crystallization of the experience of alchemists and wand makers through the ages. They found that as long as magical power circulated through these trajectories, specific effects could be achieved. Thanks to them, Tom could conduct his own research directly on the shoulders of his predecessors.
When he carved all seven runes in a specific formation, it was already late at night. Tom turned off the light in the dormitory, and the room was pitch-black.
Tom infused magical power into his magic silver coin. Immediately, the coin emitted a faint light. Tom let go, and the coin floated in mid-air. Even when Tom cut off the supply of magical power, it continued to glow quietly.
"It worked!"
Tom's work for the night was, in fact, making a floating night light. But this light was driven by magic, by magical power. More importantly, Tom cut off the supply of magical power, and it continued to work for five minutes.
A seemingly useless toy. If he used a spell, Tom could achieve the same effect in five seconds—levitation and illumination weren't difficult. It took him two hours to carve this coin.
But Tom was still very satisfied.
The next day, when Tom arrived at the Enchanting Quill, the shop wasn't open. Mr. Lawrence, the manager of the shop, stood outside the door with four wizards, three men and one woman, one senior employee with three newcomers. All four wizards had a badge with the letter "M" engraved on the front of their robes—a symbol of the Ministry of Magic.
Seeing Tom approaching, Mr. Lawrence smiled, "We're not opening today. Take a day off."
This was exactly what Tom wanted, but he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he stood to the side, quietly observing.
After Mr. Lawrence finished speaking, the leader of the wizards, a man with short hair, smiled, "It's delaying your business."
"No, not at all. Cooperating with the Ministry of Magic inspection!" Mr. Lawrence opened the door, inviting the Ministry inspectors in.
The wizard with short hair went in casually, looking at the neatly stacked books on the shelves. He didn't rush to start searching but chatted with Mr. Lawrence instead.
"How's business?"
"Moderate. It'll get busier in a couple of days."
"Your store doesn't have dark magic items, right?"
"What are you talking about? I run a bookstore. Do you think I can sell dark magic items? Those who sell banned items are over there." Mr. Lawrence pointed to the direction of Knockturn Alley.
The wizard with short hair didn't pick up the conversation. Of course, he knew that Knockturn Alley had been selling unscrupulous and even illegal things all along, and he also knew that Diagon Alley had legitimate shops. That's why he came to Diagon Alley! As for Knockturn Alley, it would be left to the green recruit at the Ministry, like Arthur Weasley...
"If we find anything... go around twice!" he finally gave the order. The team members took out some strangely shaped sticks and started probing.
"Captain, there's a fluctuation!" Unexpectedly, they actually detected a magical fluctuation on one of the shelves.
The captain's expression became serious. He took out a peeking mirror, but it didn't react at all, showing no signs of sounding the alarm.
The captain rolled his eyes, "I knew this thing was unreliable. It's probably a false positive." He ordered his team to put away those sticks. The four of them roughly checked again before leaving. Of course, Mr. Lawrence also graciously accepted the money pouch handed over quietly.
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