Chapter 41: Wand Mutation

It was noon the next day when Mike woke up. After Dumbledore left last night, Madam Pomfrey once again filled Mike with a large cup of medicine. This medicine seemed to have a soothing effect. Mike felt that after drinking it. Sleep time is far beyond normal.
　　 Mike's wand and the wand cover given by Professor Flivy were all quietly placed on the bedside table. Mike reached out for the wand, ready to check whether the wand was damaged in the previous battle.
　　 As soon as he started with the wand, Mike noticed the strangeness. Although this black pear wood wand looked the same as before, it felt very different to him.
　　 Ollivander’s technique has nothing to say. Mike has used other people’s wands, but compared to the black pear wood wand that Ollivander has chosen for him, it is much worse in every respect. Although other magic wands can also be used to release magic, there is always a sense of blockage during the transmission of magic power to the magic wand, which greatly reduces the magic power used.
　　The black pear wood wand has no such feeling at all, and the magic can come and go freely in it. Compared to using other wands, the magic released by Mike using the black pear wood wand is at least 30% stronger.
　　 After experiencing the First World War of the Forbidden Forest, this magic wand gave Mike the feeling that it was not a magic wand at all, but an organ of Mike himself.
　　 When the palm of the hand touches the wand, the magic power will automatically fill the whole wand.
　　 This feeling is very strange. Under Mike's perception of magic power, the operating state of the magic power in the wand is exactly the same as the operating state in his own body.
　　 In this state, Mike does not need to put the magic power into the wand when he releases the spell. The magic power will automatically supplement the magic power in the wand just like having his own consciousness.
　　 Mike knows exactly what this means.
　　 In the future, his spell release speed will rise to a very exaggerated level, and the power of the spell will become even greater. The specific range needs to be tested in the room after healed.
　　 Mike didn't know the reason for this change in his wand, but he didn't care. As Dumbledore told him last night, no matter what, as long as the result is good. Just find time to ask Ollivander about the magic wand's change after the holiday, and you don't need to care about it now.
　　 "Crack."
　　 The door of the infirmary was opened, and Draco sneaked in.
　　 "Hey, Mike. I rushed to see you as soon as I got the news that you woke up, how are you?"
　　 "You coward," Mike said, staring at Malfoy blankly.
"I didn't run away, I was looking for a rescuer." Draco scratched his head awkwardly. "Look, didn't I bring Hagrid to save you? You should thank me. , If it weren't for me you might have been burned to death."
　　 "You coward."
　　 "I didn't mean it, I was just frightened." Draco's face flushed.
　　 "You coward."
　　 "Okay! Okay! Sorry! Alright!" Draco said angrily.
　　 "I'm sorry, it's over? What else is the Auror doing?"
　　 "Then what do you want?" Draco heard what Mike meant. "Well, I forgive you for interrupting my nose. Don't tell anyone what happened that night, how about it?"
　　 Mike stroked the wand in his hand and looked at Draco with a smile.
　　 "Plus ten ounces of dragon blood, I'll keep it secret for you. You don't want you to leave your classmates and run away alone to spread the word."
　　 "It's five ounces at most, that stuff is too expensive!" Draco looked at Mike's smiling face with no anger.
　　 Mike knows how to accept as soon as he sees it, and nodded at Draco. The market price of an ounce of dragon blood is about 100 gold gallons, and it has been out of stock for a long time. Five ounces is five hundred gold gallons, which is almost comparable to the income of selling one semester of Dolphin Magic Drink.
　　 Seeing Mike nodded in agreement, Draco was obviously relieved, and the look on his face eased a lot.
He walked to Mike's bed with a very twisted pace, raised his head proudly and said, "In addition, after experiencing the Forbidden Forest, I think you may be a special mud... Well, Muggle Wizard . Maybe we can make a friend."
"One of the twenty-eight noble pureblood families, the descendants of the Malfoy family would want to make friends with a mudblood? Malfoy, did you get hit by a troll in the head?" Mike said sarcastically, "Also don't use that Talking to me in a gesture, I can only see your dirty nostrils and disgusting nose hairs inside."
　　 Draco was a little surprised to hear Mike claiming to be a Mudblood at first, but he ran away immediately when he heard the following words.
"Do you think I want to make friends with you? I wouldn't care about someone like you if it wasn't for my dad to ask me to have a good relationship with you! If you don't want to, then treat it as I haven't said it." The bedside said, "But believe me, if you continue to mingle with those without talent, sooner or later you will become like them."
After that, Draco slammed the door and left~EbookFREE.me~ This is really surprising. Draco's father would even attract the talented Muggle wizard, which is not shown in the original book. . "Mike thought, "But this is reasonable. Discrimination such as racial discrimination, bloodline discrimination, etc., is insignificant in the face of sufficient benefits. I have performed well enough to attract their attention, which is normal. "
　　Although the trip to the Forbidden Forest did not get the blood of the unicorn, Draco, the bully, took the initiative to give Mike five ounces of dragon blood, which was considered a solution to Mike's concern. Otherwise, with Mike's financial resources, it is still a bit difficult to buy an expensive material such as dragon blood. It is good now, and there may be some left.
　　 After I figured it out, Mike lay down again, no longer thinking about Draco. The conversation with Draco just made his head hurt again, and he needed a good rest.
　　 Unfortunately, Mike is destined to be unable to rest well today. Not long after Draco had left, Harry and the others came to visit him again.
　　 Harry and Ron, two heartless guys, just asked Mike about what happened that night so he could go back and brag with his friends, which made Mike's already aching head even more painful.
　　 It’s better for Hermione’s little Lolita. As soon as she walked in, she squatted by Mike’s bed and asked for warmth. She would cut an apple and pour water for Mike.
　　 Hermione’s eyes were still red, obviously she had cried before coming.
　　 Looking at the beautiful little Lolita in front of him, Mike just felt that his heart was about to melt.
　　 Mike didn't have the slightest desire in his heart. Some people were like this. Their smile and temperament alone could awaken the hope in others' hearts. Mike thought Hermione was such an angel.
　　What a nice girl, why did you marry Ron in the original?