A wand is a tool used by wizards to amplify magic power. Generally, the body tissue of a magical animal is used as the wand core, and a type of wood is selected as the wand body. Can magic metal be used as the wand body? Many wand makers
They have all conducted their own explorations on this road.
Mr. Ollivander is no exception.
Unfortunately, Mr. Ollivander failed like other wand makers, leaving only a huge wand made of magic silver - perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a staff.
Mr. Ollivander's magic silver staff is two fingers thick and two meters long. It takes a lot of effort just to swing it, let alone perform those complicated spell-casting movements.
Tom's attainments in wandology are far inferior to Mr. Ollivander's. He cannot turn decay into magic and turn this magic silver stick into a usable wand. But he can transform this wand and make it a usable wand.
An oversized magic amplifier. Through the magic text patterns on it, this staff can cast several specific magics without complicated movements.
Tom has been modifying this staff during the summer vacation, and it is now 80% complete.
Today, Tom felt it was time to conduct a phased test. The complete form of this staff was used to deal with Voldemort, so its semi-finished state was just right to teach Voldemort's younger brother a lesson.
Tom first put on a wizard's robe, and then took out the staff from his luggage. The originally slender and smooth staff had many densely packed magic texts. The magic texts converged in the upper middle of the staff.
, leaving a groove there, just right for Tom's wand to fit into.
After inserting his wand, the wand trembled slightly. Tom raised the wand, and with a swish sound, he slammed the wand to the ground. The head of the wand was like a firework with stars flying around, making Tom feel
The fingertips felt slightly warm.
"Very good." Tom was very satisfied with the effect. He knew that his wand had successfully established a connection with the staff. He picked up the staff and walked towards the center of the camp with Hermione's three-headed dog Patronus.
——There is a four-story large tent there, which is very suitable for casting spells by yourself.
At this time, the staff of the Ministry had already rushed to the vicinity of the marchers. They tried desperately to rush in and get close to the group of wizards wearing hoods and masks, but they were blocked by invisible barriers and could not get closer.
"Actor." Tom cursed secretly. He noticed that many employees of the Ministry of Magic were simply working hard and pretending to be working hard to rescue, but in fact they were not making effective efforts.
The wizards in the procession still moved forward in an orderly manner, setting the tents on the roadside on fire. The wizards from the Ministry of Magic could only watch from the sidelines. They neither dared to leave without receiving orders, nor did they dare to use
Magic attacks the marching crowd. The weakness and rigidity of the Ministry of Magic are vividly reflected here.
If this continues, it is inevitable that the Ministry of Magic will be disgraced and the Death Eaters will become more popular.
Tom quickened his pace and hurried to the center of the camp. The tall, castle-like tent had several traces of blackening. It was obvious that the Death Eaters were very interested in this landmark building and gave it to them.
Several fire spells were cast, but the tent seemed to be fireproof, and those spells failed to ignite it.
At this time, the "castle" door opened, and Tom walked into the luxurious tent effortlessly, and climbed up the stairs to the top of the tent.
There are some sundries scattered here and there. It seems that the owner of the tent once held a barbecue banquet here. However, when there was a commotion, the owner ran away.
"What are you doing? Come down!" As soon as Tom stood up, he heard an anxious and familiar voice coming from below. Tom looked down and was happy - downstairs was his old acquaintance Delis.
"Mr. Delis, what are you doing here?" he shouted to Delis.
"I'm going to stop those lunatics - and here's the question I should ask: What are you doing?"
"Like you, stop them."
When Delis heard this, everyone was stunned.
As the Auror on duty, he had just been patrolling the Irish camp, giving some physical persuasion to the agitated Irish. After hearing that there was trouble here, he rushed over immediately, and saw a man carrying a long stick.
The people climbed onto a tall tent.
He asked the man's purpose, and the man told him that he was here to quell the unrest. Delis was in a daze: There is no such person in the ministry, and what is the use of his stick?
He took another closer look and saw the silver alien patron saint, and he immediately recognized the man on the roof - Tom Yoder!
Is he going to use the Patronus to attack the crowd? It seems not impossible? But he is still a child! Delis believes that Yodel should really want to solve the problem, but he very doubts whether Tom Yodel really has
That ability.
Delis climbed up into the tent and said to Tom seriously: "It's very dangerous here. You'd better go and evacuate with your adults. Just leave it to us professionals."
Tom gave Delis a strange look: He didn't expect this guy to say such positive words. In his impression, Delis had always been a bastard...
"Don't look at me like that! I'm an Auror!" Delis's self-esteem was trampled by Tom's gaze, and he shouted dissatisfied.
"That's just right. You can protect me here. The forward swing of my spell is a little bit long." Tom moved his eyes away from Deluxe and turned to stare at the parade crowd. Mr. Weasley and others were rushing.
arrived, and the situation was stabilized. Under his command, the wizards on the Ministry of Magic side and the remaining Death Eaters launched a spell battle. More and more wizards joined the Ministry of Magic side. Maybe the stalemate will continue like this for a few hours.
, the Death Eaters will use Apparition to leave when they have had enough trouble.
Tom couldn't accept this way of handling it.
He inserted the staff in front of him, held the part with his own wand embedded in it with both hands, and took a deep breath——
"Atmospheric-ventus!"
The wind - rises -!
With the staff as the center, a wisp of breeze was born. The breeze circled around the staff, doubling in size every time it circled.
Soon, the weak breeze became stronger, rolling up the oven and wine bottles on the roof of the tent. A drop of cold sweat broke out on the top of Tom's head. This staff required more magic power than he thought!
Huh-ha! Tom took another deep breath, raised the staff, and then landed it heavily on the roof of the tent again, causing the ground to shake. The whirlwind suddenly expanded several times and floated towards the parade.