Dana took the wand and examined it closely.
The wand still looked crude—Waldron Ollivander lacked the necessary tools, and you couldn't ask too much of a child who wasn't even ten years old yet.
But there was no doubt that the short stick in Dana's hand was a wand with basic functions.
He waved the wand, and a burst of flowers immediately bloomed from its tip—compared to the semi-finished wands that couldn't be completely sealed, this wand showed almost no loss of core magic factors.
If you want to know what happens when a wand core is exposed, please refer to Ron Weasley's Unicorn hair wand in his second year, which was broken and taped back together.
"Excellent, Ollivander," Dana said, looking like a true master, though only a few years older than Ollivander.
"It seems you've mastered how to eliminate the cutting lines."
"Yes, sir!" Ollivander took back his own wand, then respectfully handed Dana's wand back to him with both hands.
"No need, Ollivander, I have extra wands; you can keep this one as a reward for yourself."
"Thank you, sir!" Ollivander was overjoyed; the craftsmanship of Dana's wand was a thousand years ahead of current techniques, and for Ollivander, there was no better reward.
At this moment, Rowena Ravenclaw, who had originally intended to leave, stepped forward and extended her hand, "Child, could you lend me the… wand you made to take a look?"
"Of course, Madam!" Ollivander handed the prototype to Ravenclaw, while he himself gently caressed the wand Dana had given him, as if it were a priceless treasure.
Ravenclaw used the wand to cast a few small tricks, and a rare smile appeared on her usually cool face: "What a brilliant idea—if this type of wand can be popularized, the self-preservation ability of young Wizards will be greatly improved!"
Dana laughed, "It's not just that,"
he said, "different spell-casting aids, gestures, and the mobilization of magic will vary, but if we can standardize the auxiliary tools, then the efficiency of teaching will be greatly improved."
Ravenclaw nodded in agreement, and Dana patted Ollivander's shoulder.
"Waldron, work hard these next few days and rush out a batch of wands; at least enough for all the young Wizards in the Fort to use."
He took a large handful of Unicorn tail hair from his pendant—with his "contractual relationship" with the Unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, getting these was simple.
"These are all excellent Unicorn tail hairs; take them to make the wand cores!"
"Yes, sir!" Ollivander ran off in a flash, his happiness visible.
Rowena Ravenclaw smiled, "Don't forget to have that child make one for me too—since we're standardizing magic teaching content, why don't I create the teaching materials?"
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…
Time passed quickly. With the young Wizards helping, Waldron Ollivander completed the production of seventy-four wands in just one month, and all these wands were distributed to the young Wizards.
At this time, there were only sixty-seven young Wizards in Hogwarts Fort, one for each, which was more than enough.
However, at this moment, there were only sixty-six young Wizards.
"Mr. Emrys, something bad has happened!" Brown Weasley rushed to Dana's small hut—if Dana wasn't teaching or sparring with Gryffindor, and it wasn't night yet, he was usually in this room.
"What's wrong, Weasley?"
Brown panted heavily, hands on his knees; he looked like he had run all the way and was almost about to throw up.
"Teryl… Teryl is gone!"
"Teryl Stevenson?" Dana had a deep impression of this girl; besides her surname being uncommon in the British Wizarding World, her methods of dealing with the persistent Brown Weasley were quite wild—methods included, but were not limited to, kicking the groin, eye-gouging, and 720-degree twisting of soft flesh.
What impressed Dana even more was that even when treated this way by Teryl, Brown remained steadfast, clinging to her to death—though Brown was only ten, he displayed the characteristics of a simp to the fullest.
"Tell me, when did you discover she was gone?"
Brown answered instantly: "Just now! I was following her as usual, and I angered her, so she pinched my chest—I was unlucky; she pinched my head, and the freshly scabbed area was twisted open again. I had no choice but to go to Madam Hufflepuff to treat the wound. When I went back to look for her, I couldn't find her anymore."
"The Fort is quite large; are you sure you've searched everywhere?"
"I've searched everywhere, sir!"
"Understood. I will leave the Fort to search. Weasley, go quickly and inform Mr. Gryffindor and Madam Hufflepuff."
Weasley took off running, while Dana went directly to the main gate.
On the watchtower, where someone should have been on guard, no one was visible.
Dana flew up and landed lightly on the watchtower; two of Gryffindor's apprentices were currently sleeping on the ground.
Dana frowned. He didn't immediately wake them but searched for clues in the small space of less than three square meters—it was clearly no coincidence that two sentries fell asleep simultaneously while on duty.
There was no magic echo in the air, meaning no one had cast a spell.
The two were sleeping peacefully, so they hadn't been violently knocked out...
Two unfinished wild vegetable cakes had fallen to the ground. Dana walked over, picked them up, and sniffed them lightly—
Draught of Living Death.
There was the smell of Draught of Living Death in the vegetable cakes.
As is well known, Draught of Living Death is a powerful sleeping potion.
Looking at the cake crumbs at the corners of the two Gryffindor apprentices' mouths, Dana immediately understood everything.
Teryl Stevenson had drugged the guards and left Hogwarts.
What did she want to do?
Dana rose into the air, transforming into a Dragon and circling—a Dragon's eyesight is more than a dozen times that of a human, allowing him to quickly spot Teryl Stevenson from high altitudes.
However, he saw nothing.
Teryl Stevenson seemed to be no longer in this area.
Dana flew back to the Fort and saw Gryffindor and Hufflepuff standing on the former watchtower, gravely examining the unconscious young Wizards.
"Teryl Stevenson is no longer nearby. I now suspect she has contact with the Church, so we must quickly evacuate the young Wizards from this place."
Salazar Slytherin had gone to Greece, and Rowena Ravenclaw had gone to help Dana search for traces of the Avar Coven.
At this moment, there were only two adult Wizards in Hogwarts Fort. If the Church attacked now, they might not be able to protect all the young Wizards.
Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were extremely decisive.
Godric Gryffindor picked up the sleeping young Wizards, one in each hand, and leaped down from the watchtower.
Hufflepuff, on the other hand, summoned vines, jumped onto them, and slid down the vines to the base of the tower.
The two exchanged only a glance before splitting up to gather the young Wizards.
Dana went outside the Fort gate. He wanted to know how Teryl Stevenson had left. He patrolled the sky almost every day, and there should have been no Church rendezvous nearby—
Yes, Dana was almost certain that Teryl Stevenson was a Church mole!
Outside the Fort gate, dense footprints were mixed together, due to the young Wizards working outside the Fort every day, but these complex traces did not stump Dana. He easily identified Stevenson's footprints.
Following the footprints to a pool at the edge of the Black Forest, the footprints disappeared.
By water?
No! If she were to go by water, wouldn't it be more convenient to just jump into the Black Lake? Besides, this small pool might not even connect to an underground river.
Dana captured the magic echoes in the air; magic factors formed in his eyes, and soon, the only magic echo in this area gradually appeared before him.
This magic model, this node connection…
A portkey??
Someone had made a portkey here!
A bold guess quickly formed in Dana's mind—
First, Teryl Stevenson was a Church mole. The Church had mixed her in with a group of recently captured young Wizards, imprisoning her in the London Heresy Tribunal.
Then the Church deliberately leaked information, letting the Wizarding organizations that rescue young Wizards know about this matter. If the opposing side attacked the Tribunal and was annihilated by the Hunter Knight Order, that would be even better, but if the opposing side successfully rescued the young Wizards, Teryl Stevenson would be brought back to their stronghold.
Stevenson had probably been taught how to make portkeys by the Church very early on. As long as Stevenson gradually grew under the guidance of the Wizards, she would eventually be able to make portkeys to send intelligence to the Church.
Originally, this might have taken five years, or ten years, but coincidentally, wands had been popularized at Hogwarts!
Teryl Stevenson was already a small genius, and with a convenient magic auxiliary tool, she quickly mastered the magic of making portkeys.
A spatial locking magic array had been set up by Dana in Hogwarts Fort; all spatial magic could not be performed here, including the House-elf's unique Apparition. This forced Teryl Stevenson to drug the guards and escape to this place to make a portkey.
Dana's expression grew increasingly grim. If she left using a portkey…
Then the Church should already know the hidden location of Hogwarts!
Dana quickly closed his eyes and began to glimpse the future.
A few seconds later, he opened his eyes and rose into the air at the fastest speed—
In five minutes, the Church's witch hunters and Hunter Knight Order would attack Hogwarts!
Damn it!
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