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Chapter 33 Wand Test, Sss Level!
"Mr Ollivander, thank you," Aris said sincerely, feeling the surge of joy and raw magical energy pulsing from the wand in his grip.
With his heightened sensitivity to magic, he could already tell, this wand wasn't just a tool. It was a force multiplier. His casting would be faster, sharper, and at least thirty percent more potent, if not more.
"This is merely my duty, Master Shafiq," Ollivander replied with a gracious bow, though his eyes still sparkled with excitement. "In truth, I ought to be the one thanking you!"
"It was your arrival that allowed me to craft such a singular wand. I daresay its power may rival that of the legendary Elder Wand. And when it comes to compatibility... I'd wager it surpasses even that!"
"I have a feeling this wand will one day make your name echo throughout the wizarding world, and when it does, I imagine my little shop will benefit from the fame as well."
"Maybe," Aris said with a small smile.
"Well then, Master Shafiq," Ollivander continued, giving a dramatic wave of his hand.
Several humanoid mannequins suddenly appeared in the room, arranged neatly around the shop.
"These are enchanted puppets, designed for wand testing," Ollivander explained. "They're built with a strong resistance to magic and are able to record spell force and flow with great precision. If you're willing..."
"Of course. I'm curious myself," Aris replied, quickly understanding Ollivander's intentions.
Testing a wand properly was far more than simply waving it about. Sure, one could feel the wood, check the core's magical resonance, and measure the wand's length, but proper assessment also involved testing raw spell power and transmission efficiency.
These enchanted puppets were evidently some of the best tools for the job.
Without further delay, Aris raised the wand and cast his first spell.
"Stupefy!"
A burst of silvery-white light shot from the wand's tip and struck one of the puppets dead-on.
There was a sharp crack, followed by a dull, echoing thud, like a boulder slamming against timber.
Everyone present stared in astonishment at the puppet, which had been blasted several metres across the room. A faint glow of residual magic still shimmered across its chest.
"Attack power: S-level," Ollivander noted briskly, jotting it down in his record book.
"I must say, Master Shafiq," he continued with admiration, "not only do you possess extraordinary magical talent, but your learning ability is remarkable as well! That Stunning Spell was cast to perfection."
"Thanks for the kind words," Aris replied with a modest smile.
Truth be told, he was a bit stunned himself.
The moment he cast the spell, he could feel the wand amplifying his magic output by at least fifty percent, maybe more. It was incredible. With this wand in hand, he reckoned he could go toe-to-toe with someone boasting B-level magic, even though his own reserves were only C-level.
Before Ollivander could say another word, Aris acted on impulse and cast another spell.
"Rennervate!"
A soft golden light wrapped around the previously blasted puppet. The charred mark on its chest shimmered, then began to fade rapidly, healing as though it had never been damaged.
"Healing power: S-level," Ollivander murmured excitedly, scribbling again in his log.
Henry and Luna, watching from the side, looked thoroughly impressed. Their eyes sparkled with both surprise and pride. They'd always known Aris had potential, but this, this was beyond anything they'd imagined.
The stronger Aris became, the prouder they felt.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Before anyone could blink, Aris fired off a third spell. The newly healed puppet was struck again, and a dull, greyish-white sheen instantly spread across its body from the torso outward, freezing it solid in place like a statue.
Ollivander hurried over to the puppet, tapping the petrified material gently with his wand. A flicker of disbelief crossed his face once more.
"Control rating: S-level," he muttered, eyes wide.
"Incredible," he added, turning to Aris, cheeks flushed with excitement. "Right then, only one final test remains!"
He approached Aris with a rare seriousness and said, "This time, I want you to use all your strength. No incantation needed, just raise your wand and act the moment your first instinct hits. No overthinking."
Aris hesitated for a second, then gave a small nod. He wasn't entirely sure what Ollivander was hoping to measure this time, but he was intrigued.
What would happen if he let his magic move entirely on instinct?
He closed his eyes gently, took a steadying breath, and cleared his mind, no spells, no distractions, just pure thought.
A minute passed in silence.
Then, in one sudden motion, he opened his eyes and raised his wand.
Instantly, the lighting in the wand shop dimmed, casting the room in an eerie twilight.
A pale grey-white aura surged forward, enveloping the test puppet.
Within seconds, the magically reinforced construct began to crumble, bit by bit, like ancient stone worn down by centuries of wind and rain. Three seconds later, all that remained was a pile of fine ash on the floor.
Aris blinked, stunned. He hadn't expected that.
The room fell into silence.
Even Ollivander looked as though he'd just witnessed a ghost.
He approached slowly, staring at the pile of dust with awe. "It's like… a variant of the power of death," he whispered. "Or some ancient, long-forgotten trace of magic…"
Then he looked up at Aris, brow furrowed. "You're absolutely sure you didn't cast a spell?"
"Positive," Aris replied, still a little dazed himself.
The truth was, he'd seen something like that before. A description buried deep within Merlin's notes… something to do with grey magic.
Grey magic, imbued with the essence of death, shaped by the forces of time and space...
It resembled the eroding power of millennia-old winds and sands, or the collapse of infinite space into dust-like particles.
A force utterly beyond what any ordinary wizard could hope to withstand.
Time? Space?
Why do I possess a magical property like this?
Aris was deeply puzzled. Merlin, as far as he knew, hadn't displayed any such peculiar magical affinity.
In other words, this power wasn't something he'd inherited from Merlin's talent card, it had to have come from somewhere else entirely.
Ollivander, for his part, simply could not record a definitive result for the final section of the test form. After a long pause, he scribbled down a single rating under "Magic Conduction Efficiency": S-grade.
After all, this was a property he had never witnessed before. There was no standard by which to measure the wand's amplification of such a strange and ancient force.
Still, it looked bloody marvellous.
So, he gave it an S.
At last, Ollivander penned the final verdict on the comprehensive wand evaluation.
Overall Rating: SSS.
The truth was, every wand Ollivander ever sold had its own quirks and leanings.
Some focused heavily on offensive power, but had poor healing or control characteristics.
Others excelled in healing, but fell short in raw force or precision.
Some were balanced between two attributes, with a noticeable weakness in a third.
There was always a trade-off, no wand had ever ticked every box.
Just like wizards, really. That's why wands chose their wielders, and why it was so difficult for a wizard to truly bond with a wand not their own.
Yet this wand, this one defied all of that.
Every attribute, attack, healing, control, conduction, was not only powerful but balanced.
Utterly unheard of.
But there it was, right in front of them.
So Ollivander, astounded yet resolute, marked the wand with the highest grade he had ever given: SSS.
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Drop power Powerstonessssssssss!
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