I, the Dark Lord, will definitely be a good principal!

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"Wood is a very important element in wand making, and it's best to obtain the wood yourself."

"If you have no choice but to buy it, you need to let the wood bask in the moonlight until it's happy, and then you need to chant a spell over the wood... The spell is the same as the one for wood we acquire ourselves, I'll explain it later..."

Inside the wand shop, Ollivander sat behind the counter, a thick handwritten book placed between him and Angor.

Angor wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but there was always a hint of gritted teeth in Ollivander's voice when he spoke that spell.

Ollivander turned a page of the book.

This book was probably left by Ollivander's ancestors; it is covered in handwriting, illustrations, and annotations.

"Before gathering timber, wear clean, unpatterned clothing... preferably a robe, and the key is cleanliness."

"Then go to the tree, walk around it three times clockwise, point your magic knife at the tree, and recite the following or similar incantation—"

At this point, Ollivander took several deep breaths, his expression suggesting he was mentally preparing himself.

Angell: "?"

It's just a spell, isn't it? Why do I need to be mentally prepared beforehand?

The next moment, he heard Ollivander say in a magnificent aria:

"Great tree, strong tree, I humbly beg you for a piece of wood, hoping to use it to cast wondrous spells. When I fulfill this request, you will become even stronger, thicker, and taller, and people will praise your greatness. Please grant me this precious wood, so that my magical journey may proceed smoothly!"

Angell: "???"

vold: "???"

No... this is... a spell?

Does such magic still exist in the world?

Angell felt like he was on the wrong set.

This is nothing like Harry Potter!

Wait a minute... He suddenly had a strong sense of déjà vu.

The spell gave him a feeling of Ron’s “sunshine, daisies, sweet cream, turn this silly fat mouse yellow”!

Angell tried his best to control his expression, so as not to let Ollivander see the complicated feelings he was experiencing.

He felt that old Mr. Ollivander had been deceived by his ancestors!

Or perhaps, Ollivander's ancestors were all deceived by their elders!

Seeing the obvious confusion in Angor's eyes, Ollivander coughed:

"This might not sound like magic, but... you'd better do it, or you'll most likely fail at making the wand..."

"Make sure you remember my tone, Angell, and the intonation too. It has to be exactly the same. Don't mispronounce it!"

Angor once again had a question mark in his mind.

Wait a minute... the déjà vu is coming again.

—In the lab, if your senior colleague dances a bit like Pamela before the experiment succeeds, you'd better do the same, otherwise you're guaranteed to fail.

Could it be the same principle here?!

Angell also began to take a deep breath.

He felt a pain in his stomach.

He wouldn't do that too, would he?

But that spell... it sounds really embarrassing!

Vold had stopped speaking in his mind.

Ollivander continued:

"After finishing, choose a suitable branch—it should be straight and have a few leaves or twigs. It should be about fifteen inches long and at least half an inch wide, which is sufficient for sanding and shaping."

"Once you find it, gently cut the branch with your magic knife, and finally, don't forget to thank the tree!"

"After you've done all that, bury some bread, red wine, or a precious stone at its feet."

(Angol felt that apart from the requirement to select tree branches, everything else in this section was just that damned sense of ritual.)

"Once you get home, remove any excess growth from the trunk. Use coarse sandpaper to sand off the bark, then use finer sandpaper to smooth it out."

"Then wipe away the sawdust with a dry cloth. Soak a cloth with pure frankincense or sandalwood essential oil and carefully wipe the wooden stick. Then place it in a dark place, wrap it in a yellow cloth, and leave it for seven days."

"On the seventh night, take it outside and place it on bare ground. Then put it with the cane core material you want to match. This is the most crucial step!"

Angell finally got serious.

The technical stuff has finally appeared!

He had only appeared serious on the surface, but in reality he had been complaining to Vold the whole time... He felt like he was being surrounded by a sense of ritual, and it would be hard to keep up without complaining.

But Ollivander stopped there. He got up, walked to a shelf, took down a wand box, opened it, and placed the wand inside in front of Angor.

(The wand rolled limply across the counter, moving away from Angor.)

"Can you tell where the core material for this wand comes from?"

Angor picked up the wand and examined it carefully in his hand.

After a moment, he shook his head slightly: "I've disappointed the teacher..."

Ollivander laughed: "Don't be disappointed, there's no cut—there are no cuts on wands!"

"Before we put in the cane core material, we need to wrap the wood and the cane core material together with a soft cloth to see if they are willing to stay together. We will open it after seven days to reveal the result."

"If they want to, they will snuggle together; if they don't... they will both lose their magic, so you have to be extra careful when choosing what to wear."

Angell: "?"

"Is this a blind date?" he thought to himself, complaining to Vold.

However, Ollivander had no idea what he was thinking.

"Once you've confirmed that the wood and the wand core are compatible, you can cut the wood, insert the wand core into it, and then place the finished wand in the yard to bask in the moonlight, waiting for the cuts in the wood to heal. That's when it's complete!"

"Finally... we want to welcome him into this world."

"This is the basic principle of wand making, Angell. You must remember that some steps may seem useless, but they are all to make the wand willing to be born into this world!"