Batman's Owl Godfather

Chapter 16 The Supreme Wand Made by the Demon King

The owl is talking weird again.

Bruce has begun to get used to Katum's speaking style and knows that sometimes the meaning of the nouns that come out of the owl's mouth cannot be deeply explored.

And he also found that Katum's temperament seemed to have changed a little since he returned from Hogwarts.

It no longer looked like a simple owl as before.

For example, the opponent's wings can now perform various difficult movements and are as flexible as human hands.

Just like now, Katum was rubbing his wings on Bruce's head, a bit like rubbing a dog's head.

Bruce slapped Katoom's wings away and turned his attention back to his conversation with Hermione.

Hermione was answering the question just now.

“I just saw the introduction in the book. Gryffindor represents courage and justice, Hufflepuff represents kindness and loyalty, Ravenclaw represents erudition and wisdom, and Slytherin represents ambition and honor.

"All new students will be divided into these four colleges. I don't know exactly how they are divided, but they may have to take exams!"

Bruce also became interested and began to think about which college he would be assigned to.

However, at this time——

“No, no!”

Katoom whispered in Bruce's ear again, "In fact, there is a hidden school in Hogwarts called Azkaban. Only students with great wisdom and courage can enter. Bruce, Azkaban is your best choice."

"Really?"

Bruce was stunned. There was such a hidden college in Hogwarts. Was it to train the best students?
As expected of the Demon King, he actually knows such a secret.

"Trust me Bruce, I can help you." Katum assured Bruce, "As long as I teach you, you will definitely be able to enter Azkaban."

This……

Bruce had no reason to refuse. He came to this world to learn and gain the ability to change Gotham. If he could enter the hidden academy, it would be great.

"Then it's up to you!"

"Don't worry, wrap it on me!"

Katum flapped his wings on his chest, looking like he could trust me and take care of things.

Hermione was stunned watching from the side. Although she didn't understand what Katoom was saying, her human-like actions showed that this owl was extraordinary.

Where did Bruce get it? Can we get her one, too?
……

Soon, Mr. Granger finished exchanging the Galleons.

They walked out of Gringotts with Bruce, and Mrs. Granger checked the shopping list that came with her acceptance letter.

"First, buy school uniforms, then textbooks and potions equipment, and finally wands."

But Hermione suddenly became very positive: "Mom, you can buy the textbooks and cauldron, I will take Bruce to buy a wand first!"

She wondered what kind of wand Bruce would get.

Bruce thought this was not a good idea and wanted to buy some books for advanced grades, but Katum stopped him again.

"Why spend that much money? They're all in the Hogwarts library."

In the wizarding world, truly valuable books are never displayed in bookstores.

For Katum and Bruce now, the growth of magic power in their bodies is not a problem, they have no bottleneck.

What they need is a spell that can effectively release this magical power.

After comprehensive consideration, the restricted area of ​​Hogwarts is their best choice.

Mrs. Granger agreed with Hermione's suggestion, so Hermione took Bruce to the small and shabby shop.

The peeling gold lettering on the door read: Ollivanders: Crafting Fine Wands since 382 BC.

The shop was very small. Apart from a bench, there were only several thousand long and narrow boxes that almost reached the ceiling.

"Wands choose their owners by themselves," Hermione explained enthusiastically. "Among all these wands, there must be one that has been waiting for you."

I don't need a wand, Bruce thought to himself.

He can cast spells without a wand, and a wand is meaningless to him.

"Hello again, Miss Hermione Granger!" An old man came out from behind the counter. "Grapevine, ten and three-quarter inches, dragon nerve, it's a good wand, right? Great potential, strong adaptability, how is it used?"

"It's very convenient, Mr. Ollivander." Hermione always remained polite in front of outsiders.

She then introduces Bruce to Ollivander, her cousin who is also here to buy a wand.

"Another young wizard with potential." Ollivander glanced at Bruce and took out a long measuring tape with silver scales from his pocket. "Which hand do you use to wield your wand?"

"I'm right-handed," Bruce replied.

"Then I have a rough idea." The measuring tape flew from Ollivander's hand and began to operate on its own, measuring Bruce's size. Then he took a bunch of long boxes from the shelf himself.

"Try this one," he said. "Plane tree, eleven and a half inches, unicorn hair."

Bruce took the wand and just as he held it in his hand, Ollivander's hair started to frizz up for unknown reasons.

"No, no!"

Ollivander snatched the wand away with lightning speed and inserted a new one.

"Hawthorn wood, phoenix feather, nine inches long. Try it—"

But as soon as Bruce tried, Ollivander himself seemed to be hit by an invisible heavy blow and was knocked a long distance away.

"No, no—try this one!"

Ollivander got up from the ground and replaced it with a new one. "Ebony, dragon's heartstring, eight and three-quarters inches. This one will do, for sure."

Bruce tried again.

This time, Ollivander was hung upside down in the air, waving his hands around, looking extremely embarrassed.

It wasn't until Bruce let go of his wand that Ollivander fell to the ground with a plop.

This continued to happen, and whenever Bruce held a new wand, Ollivander would be hurt.

He kept trying and kept getting hurt.

Bruce couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

Hermione had already opened her mouth wide, in a state of shock and petrification.

"I understand. I understand..."

Finally, before being completely tortured to pieces, Ollivander came to a conclusion with a grin.

"My child, I am not good enough in my studies."

Ollivander spoke weakly and tremblingly, his whole body looking as miserable as if he had been run over by an elephant repeatedly.

"None of the wands I make are suitable for you. You should go to other wand shops, such as Gregorovitch Wand Shop in Europe."

"Mr. Ollivander..."

Bruce wanted to say something else, but then he saw Ollivander stuffing seven Galleons into his pocket.

He almost pleaded, "Mr. Bruce, I'll pay for your wand. Please go to another wand shop!"

In the end, Bruce and Hermione walked out of the wand shop confused.

"This is impossible!" Hermione felt as if her entire worldview was shaken.

"It's okay, don't worry about it." Bruce comforted her, "I don't actually need a wand..."

"No, you need it!"

Katum on his shoulder suddenly said, "A first-year student who casts spells without a wand is too conspicuous. The wand can be used as a cover."

Bruce was helpless: "But you see, there is no one suitable for me."

"That's because Ollivander's craftsmanship is not good! Just watch me, wait a moment."

The owl flew away, and soon returned with a short stick in its mouth.

He threw the short stick to Bruce: "Try this, made by the demon king Katoom himself, the unrivaled supreme magic wand."

The Supreme Wand?

Bruce ran his finger over the wand, but couldn't scrape off the sawdust.

"This is just an ordinary wooden stick, right? Or you just carved it out."

"It's the Supreme Wand!"

Katum emphasized again, "Sycamore wood, fourteen inches, the core of the staff is the blood and sweat of the Demon King."

Fourteen inches, it's no longer a wand, it's a stick for hitting people.

Bruce was completely speechless.

Sycamore wood is the most common ornamental wood on the streets of London. So, Bruce just broke off a branch from the roadside, and it became the new Supreme Wand.

What made him even more unbearable was the material of the staff core.

The Demon King's hard work.

This guy Katum, he doesn't even want to pluck a feather?

(End of this chapter)