Chapter 529: Darcie’s Wand - Claimed by a God?!
They left the trunk containing the rest of the wand woods and cores open.
Mr. Ollivander brought her to the middle of the workshop, held out his wand, and cast another spell.
A strange, magical diagram materialized on the table.
The wandmaker put the wooden log in the middle of the diagram.
"It is the last stage of the Core Resurrection method," he said, eying the log, his expression extremely solemn. "But it is also the most important. Carving must be guided, my apprentice. Never controlled or forced. Did you hear me?"
Darcie, standing opposite Mr. Ollivander on the other side of the table, nodded.
"A wand shapes itself," Mr. Ollivander taught. "The channel creates itself, specifying its needs. It will tell you how to guide it—if you are willing to listen."
A profound silence lingered in the surroundings.
Then Mr. Ollivander pointed at the wooden log with his wand and began the Carving.
The log lifted and hovered mid-air. Chips began falling off, magical contours and veins running up and down the bark. In no moments, the log was naked, sparkling, with no visible sign of Grafting.
Spells changed, taking a more rigorous and complex turn.