"What do you usually use to cast spells?"
Dana had seen Gryffindor cast spells with a sword, and Slytherin with a ring on his hand. When Father Lockhart ambushed him, that guy used a golden goblet in his hand.
So he believed that although Wizards of this era had not yet popularized wands, they all had their own auxiliary spell-casting tools.
"Mr. Merlin, we don't have weapons. The teacher only teaches us how to use our own magic to achieve some simple effects. He said that we have to wait until our bodies are fully grown and our magic is stable before we can find our own amplifiers."
Dana frowned. If that were the case, the young Wizards would have almost no resistance. No wonder the founders wanted to protect them.
He thought of the students at Hogwarts in the future—if they didn't have wands, most of them could be taken down by an adult Muggle with a mop.
Suddenly, a tender voice spoke:
"Mr. Merlin, I, I have a weapon… I use a short stick I made myself."
Dana found the speaking child in the crowd and walked over.
"My surname is Emrys. You can call me Mr. Emrys from now on,"
He stopped in front of the boy, a smile on his face.
The reason he asked about weapons was because Dana had heard the boy's name—Waldron Ollivander—during the self-introduction earlier.
Ollivander, a family said to have been producing wands since before common era.
"Waldron, let me see your short stick."
The dark-brown-haired boy pulled out a small wooden stick from his embrace. Dana took it—
It was very rough, almost unpolished in appearance. There was a clear cut mark on the edge of the wooden stick. From this mark, sealed with tree sap, magic particles faintly overflowed.
Obviously, this was a wand.
"Did your family teach you how to make it?"
Nine-year-old Ollivander nodded,
"Yes, sir, how did you know?"
Dana did not answer, taking out his own wand and handing it to Waldron Ollivander:
"Look at my wand and tell me what you think."
Waldron took the wand with both hands, and as soon as he held it, his eyes gleamed with excitement.
"This… this is… such beautiful craftsmanship! The wand body is sealed very well! How on earth was this done? Our family has used countless methods, but sealing the cut with magic often causes the core material and magic runes inside the short stick to conflict…"
He suddenly looked up,
"Mr. Emrys, did you make this short stick?"
"No, I didn't make it. If you ask me about the craftsmanship, I can only tell you that I don't know. But I can lend you this wand for research. If you can make a qualified wand because of this, it will be of extraordinary significance to all of us."
Waldron puffed out his small chest and stood up straight:
"Thank you, sir, I will do my best!"
Dana waved his hand,
"Go. You don't need to learn hand-to-hand spell-casting techniques here. Your current task is to research how to make wands. Tell me what materials you need, and I will help you find them."
"Yes, sir!"
…
…
To be honest, teaching a group of young Wizards wandless magic was basically a waste of time.
He himself possessed the Merlin bloodline, and back then, when his life was threatened, it still took him several days to learn a simple warming charm.
Among these children, those who could currently use some Levitation Charm or illuminating charms with their bare hands were already top-notch geniuses.
However, Dana was not in a hurry. He taught the children some theoretical knowledge—although the Wizarding World's capabilities significantly regressed a thousand years later, in terms of magic theory, they were far ahead of the present.
Dana's class immediately captivated the young Wizards. The content he spoke of was unheard of to them. The young Wizards never imagined that magic could be understood in such a way.
Dana's lectures even attracted Ravenclaw. She often brought Helena to audit Dana's classes. As the wisest of the four founders, she could understand more, and thus knew the true value of Dana's set of theories.
Dana's life became extremely regular, just like when he was engrossed in his studies at Hogwarts.
In the morning, he taught the young Wizards. After lunch, he suppressed his power and sparred with Gryffindor for an hour, then went out to find wand materials—of course, he did not sleep in Hogwarts Fort, because he could enter Merlin's Secret Treasure second floor at any time and elevate his bloodline level amidst the mountains of gerebato magic crystals.
Now, having accepted all of Merlin's magic, he could, if he concentrated, see at most two days into the future, and it was strenuous and taxing. This was completely incomparable to Old Ancestor Merlin, who could casually see a year into the future regarding his bloodline awakening.
One morning, after teaching the young Wizards, Ravenclaw called out to Dana.
"Emrys, please wait a moment."
Dana stopped, turned, and looked at Rowena Ravenclaw,
"Madam Ravenclaw, is there something?"
Ravenclaw was beautiful, but her typical Witch features made her seem a bit neurotic and hard to get along with, which reminded Dana of Luna Lovegood.
Ravenclaw said:
"Auditing your lectures these past few days has benefited me greatly, so I would like to ask you, do you have any questions? Anything I know, I can tell you."
Dana asked without thinking:
"Do you know the Avar Coven?"
Ravenclaw nodded:
"I've heard of it. I saw the name of this organization in 'A Study of Merlin's Legends'—it's just a pity, I don't know as much as Father Lockhart does. However…"
She looked up at the sky. The sun was directly overhead, with blue skies and white clouds, but her eyes were bright, as if she could see the myriad stars.
"The answer lies in the eastern coastal area, where former beliefs were twisted, and human will was trampled… Emrys, I will help you find the answer. But could your lecture content from these past few days be recorded so I can study it when I return?"
"Of course. Then I'll trouble you, Madam."
Dana actually already knew that Ravenclaw was not clear about the Avar Coven, because he had not avoided anyone when interrogating Father Lockhart. If the four founders knew about the Avar Coven, they would have told him already.
This was good now. Madam Ravenclaw was willing to inquire about information for him. With her understanding of this era, the efficiency of gathering information would certainly be much higher than his own.
"Mr. Emrys!"
From afar, Ollivander's voice came.
Dana waved to the boy. The little fellow, looking excited, scurried over, arriving breathlessly in front of Dana.
He seemed to bow to Ravenclaw, then said to Dana:
"Mr. Emrys, I succeeded!"
Dana looked at Ollivander's hands.
In those small hands, though tender, were covered in wounds, tightly clutched a short wooden stick.
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