Harry Potter's Bastard

Solim really doesn't lack wands.

Now he has three in his hand, one is the aspen wand that he replaced with Ollivander this year, one is the snake wand that he can use skillfully, and the last one is a bone spur that is used as a hole card.

The Poplar Wand is his official wand, which is registered for everyday use and for checking on bad days, the Snake Wand is the exclusive Battle Wand that Solim does not use in his daily life, and the Bone Spur is used in the event of an accident in battle or during a sneak attack.

Each of the three wands served a purpose, and Solim didn't think he had to worry about it anymore. The average wizard only has one wand, he already has three, what else do you need a wand for, exhibition?

"Can you show me?"

Sewell's remark is a bit of a faux pas, a wizard's wand is very private, it is seen as an extension of the wizard's body. Sewell's words are like asking a lady, "Can I touch your Opai?"

Solim didn't know him well at all, and he was able to come for Archibald's sake. He didn't know anything about the Italian wand master, what background he had, who he had dealings with, whether his wand was improvised or premeditated, and whether he would tell anyone else about the properties of his wand......

Solim's hesitation could not hide Archibald's eyes, and he knew that his old friend's old mistake had been repeated. People who focus on one thing tend to be flawed in other ways, and Sewell is such a person:

He is obsessed with the research and fabrication of wands, but he is a mess of human interaction. He simply doesn't know what the other person is thinking, and he can't appreciate the hidden hints in the conversation, which is his shortcoming. If it weren't for the hard wand making level, Archibald really didn't know what his friend would have survived on.

"Don't get me wrong, Solim, this old guy is like that. Archibald rounded, "He didn't mean anything other than to see the state of you and your wand, and I assure you that he won't pass on your wand information." "

"Of course, that's the most basic thing to do as a wandmaker. Sewell also realized that he was a bit Meng Lang, and he really didn't have much of this experience. In the past, it was people who came to the door to ask for help, and they didn't need to care about the details of this aspect at all.

Solim thought for a moment and drew his aspen wand.

"Oh, the aspen—" Sewell's eyes lit up, "it's rare, have you received an invitation from the Silver Spear?"

The Silver Spear is a secret dueling club founded in the 18th century, and they will only invite wizards who have a wand of aspen wood.

"Not really. Solim replied, "Even if I did, I don't think I would have as much time to participate in their activities." "

"Hmm......" Sevier felt something as he stroked Solim's wand, "Sure, it's obviously Garrick's work, but I have to say he's still a little bit hot compared to his father. "

With that, he flicked his wand, and a ball of flame came out of the tip of the wand and dissipated after changing several shapes.

"Yes, that's my evaluation. Sevier returned the wand to Solim.

"This is an ordinary wand that an ordinary wizard should use, maybe it is more suitable for combat, but it is not at a high level, maybe you feel that you can take advantage of it now, but when your magic skills become more advanced, you will find that it will not be able to keep up with your increasing magic power. "

"I know you've been in Sculler for a while, so you're sure you're going to have two wands. Sewell blinked.

"Alright—" Solim pulled out the snake staff, somewhat reluctantly.

Sewell's eyes widened the moment he saw Snakewood, "Snakewood, can you use it?"

"Although it can't be said to be like an arm's finger, it is enough to deal with ordinary battles. Solim didn't say anything too much, and although he was extremely proficient in mastering the snake staff, he always felt that he still had room for improvement.

"Remarkable. Sewell took the wand and complimented, "So your level of magic control should be quite good. "

Where it is difficult to use the snake staff, as long as the wizard who knows the relevant knowledge knows, Sewell, as a wand maker, knows this even better.

"Huh?" Sewell frowned, constantly looking at the wand in his hand, and his mouth kept making a "hissing" inhalation.

"No, don't speak, I should be able to see it. "

Sewell seemed to have discovered something from Solim's wand, and for a moment all that was left of the lab was the rustling sound of him fiddling with his wand.

Solim and Archibald looked at each other, and the old man spread his hands at him.

"Aha! yes, this must have been done by that old fellow from Fassiel!" Sewell startled the other two with a sudden snort.

"This kind of seal-like means can only be him, I will never be mistaken!" (Read the violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

After saying that, Sevier looked at Solim, as if he wanted to confirm his opinion.

"If you mean Fassir. Brandon's words are indeed his work. "

Solim knew the ins and outs of his wand. Elrond's "Circle of Seniors" is full of wizards who specialize in a particular magical skill, and all of them are highly skilled.

Fasszil. Like Elrond, Gollandon used to patrol the seals, but was eventually dismissed for showing an increasingly fanatical attitude towards the seals. Now I should be living on an island in the Atlantic.

Solim will never forget such a big man even if he has only met once, not to mention that he also remembers that Fassiel's granddaughter seems to have the blood of a meek.

"I'll just say how can you use a snake wand at your age......" Sewell muttered, and then he reacted and quickly apologized to Solim: "Oh, I'm not underestimating you, I mean that your ability is not enough to exert the power of this wand......"

Solim had never seen anyone so unable to speak.

Archibald shook his head as he pulled Sewell aside and began muttering.

"That's it-"

When Sevier returned, he stroked his remaining hair and explained to Solim:

"The reason why you are able to use this wand is because of Faszil's clever means, he sealed the power of this wand layer by layer, and now the seal of this wand has been unlocked in the first layer, according to my estimate, this wand is similar to a normal wand when it is fully sealed, except that there will be a step that needs to control the magic power when casting a spell......"

......

After listening to Sewell's explanation, Solim's face was not very good-looking. He had always thought that his magic control was superior, but that wasn't the case.

Of course, his magic control is still stronger than most wizards, but this "strong" is not enough for him to use a full snake staff. If he uses the Snake Rod on Solim as soon as he comes up, he will inevitably end up with the wand backfire during a spell cast, resulting in injury or even death.

Faszil's seal was designed to prevent this from happening: the snake staff would only show the power of Solim's power, and to use it perfectly, he would need to increase his power to control the water.

It is not difficult to unlock the next seal, as long as Solim has maintained a certain level of spell casting and has not touched the "red line" of the seal, the seal will naturally be unlocked.

"After using it for a long time, you're bound to find that the wand is unfamiliar, your casting habits are completely different, and it's harder to control your magic. "

"When this happens, the seal has been broken – only one layer, of course," Sewell said. "

"How many seals are there?" Solim knew the details of his snake staff for the first time, and he complained a little about his grandfather, why didn't he tell himself about this kind of thing.

"Three floors. Sewell cocked his finger: "And it looks like we're at a critical time right now, maybe your next spell will be unlocked, and then you may need a while to get used to it again." "

Solim's face became extremely ugly.