“Loki Yew?” Lucien and Professor McGonagall asked in unison.
Professor McGonagall was, after all, a highly experienced wizard; she had heard rumors of this type of wood, but she never expected to see such an extinct material with her own eyes.
Lucien, however, felt a bit uneasy, as he suddenly realized: This is the Magical World.
Could the gods and mythical creatures from legends everywhere actually have existed?
Perhaps they were some powerful wizards, or perhaps a group of Magical Creatures…
It was entirely possible that ancient humans saw wizards performing magic and regarded them as gods.
Ollivander explained as if reminiscing: “Loki Yew, also known as the Trickster’s Branch or the Phantom Tree.
Legend has it that it was born when Loki was chained in the rift valley; his blood and spells dripped into a fir tree, transforming it into a magic tree possessing the power of Transfiguration.
A wand made with it as a material symbolizes infinite change.” Professor McGonagall frowned and asked: “But I heard that this type of tree has long been extinct, and its very existence is almost a myth.” What she meant was to ask if this wand was truly made of Loki Yew, or if Ollivander was just getting old and senile and misremembered.
Ollivander gave a wry smile: “It is not just the Loki Yew that is rare in the world; even Magical Creatures like the Sphinx are on the verge of extinction worldwide.
The Sphinx, originating from Egyptian mythology, is the embodiment of wisdom and the unceasing pursuit of knowledge.
The maker of this wand was my grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather…” Seeing the increasingly strange expressions on Lucien and Professor McGonagall’s faces, Ollivander coughed lightly and stopped reciting his family tree.
“Anyway, it has been many generations—over a thousand years.
This wand has been in existence for over a thousand years.
Of course, the quality of the wand is genuine.
Ollivander would never lie about a wand!” Ollivander couldn’t help but puff out his chest; this was the pride of his family.
Glancing at the floating silver-black wand, Lucien associated it with the “Loki’s Mask” he had fused with.
And the Loki Yew, even if it were just a legend, its birth was linked to the existence of Loki.
Now that I possess Loki’s magical talent, it is normal to feel an attraction to a wand made of this wood.
As for the Sphinx’s spine feather?
The pursuit of knowledge?
Hmm, acquiring more knowledge is not a bad thing.
Over a thousand years—this wand is an antique.
“It’s been so long, and it hasn’t been sold…” “Er, hasn’t found its suitable owner yet?” Facing Lucien’s question, Ollivander looked at him with burning eyes, as if he had seen a rare treasure.
“Perhaps it has already found one.
Child, oh no, Mr.
Lucien, please try this wand.” Perhaps having waited too long, the silver-black wand trembled slightly, the illusory runes became more active, and a faint, giggling sound became audible.
He reached out his right hand and grasped the handle.
In an instant, Lucien felt an unprecedented harmony.
The magic in his body surged toward the wand in his hand, yet it did not feel violent; the whole process was docile and quiet.
Lucien felt that this wand was cheering, filled with joy.
At the same time, Lucien felt a surge of new magic erupting within him.
That magic did not rush around wildly, but concentrated and gathered toward the wand in Lucien’s hand.
As the magic accumulated, Lucien instinctively pointed the wand at a candle on the counter.
A black-green light shot out.
The candle trembled slightly and instantly turned into a hammer.
The hammer was quiet for less than a second before bone armor surged across its surface, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a black tortoise.
The black tortoise stretched out its head, its mung bean-sized eyes about to look at Lucien.
Those eyes suddenly grew larger, and the pupils became horizontal.
The shell became soft and slippery; the black tortoise had already turned into a frog.
“Croak!” A rather loud croak rang out, and the frog hopped a few times on the counter.
Its round body rapidly elongated, scales grew on its smooth skin, and it transformed into the slender body of a snake.
Feathery wings sprouted from the sides of its body, and its head resembled that of a heron.
At the same time, as if to adapt to the size of the current space, the body of this strange creature kept expanding, growing five or six times larger in the blink of an eye.
“Bang!” The still-expanding creature suddenly exploded, bursting into a cloud of smoke, and reverted to the appearance of the candle from before.
Watching this transformation that took less than a minute, Ollivander exclaimed in admiration: “Transfiguration, I have never seen such a talent for Transfiguration!
I seem to have already seen it—a master of Transfiguration will appear in the future Magical World.
Minerva, congratulations on finding a genius student.” Ollivander looked at Professor McGonagall with a smile, only to find that her gaze kept moving between the candle and Lucien, as if she hadn’t heard his congratulations at all.
“The final transformation was an Occamy?!” McGonagall had long anticipated Lucien’s talent for Transfiguration, and seeing him cast spells with a wand only confirmed her judgment.
Although it was only instinctive spellcasting, unstable and unsustainable, it only highlighted Lucien’s potential.
Lucien only needed to learn and train step by step, constantly absorbing knowledge of Transfiguration spells.
Whether it was the conversion between objects, the transformation of objects into creatures, the transformation between different species, or even the highest difficulty of Animagus, Professor McGonagall believed that Lucien would eventually master them all.
But why did it turn into an Occamy at the end?
If it just looked like one, that would be fine, but the characteristic of freely shrinking and expanding its body according to the size of the space it was in—that was undoubtedly an Occamy!
How could it be a Magical Creature?
How could it be such a magical entity?
The Transfiguration performed by a wizard could only transform things into ordinary animals; it could not transform them into Magical Creatures.
Perhaps it was because the innate way these Magical Creatures operated magic conflicted fundamentally with the magic of a wizard.
Having studied Transfiguration spells for decades, Professor McGonagall had never seen anyone capable of transforming into a Magical Creature, not even with partial characteristics!
“Is this an unknown direction for Transfiguration?
But how could a child who has just come into contact with magic…
I should ask Dumbledore when I go back.” McGonagall murmured in a low voice.
Dumbledore was one of the few masters of Transfiguration in the world; perhaps he would know what such a transformation meant.
Calming her emotions, Professor McGonagall smiled at Lucien.
“Lucien, you really are very talented.
I am very much looking forward to your performance at Hogwarts.” Lucien put away his wand.
“I am also looking forward to your instruction.” He lowered his head and glanced at the panel.
[Magic: SS] (Unlocked) Magic is an important indicator for measuring a wizard’s strength.
Why do some Pure-blood wizards discriminate against Muggle-born wizards?
Besides the accumulation of family resources and generations of inherited magical knowledge, it is also because Pure-blood wizards often possess more abundant magic.
When the magical levels of both sides are similar, whoever can cast more spells and whoever can persist longer naturally has the advantage.
But now that I have unlocked the SS-level magic talent, I have shaken off the shackles of the past.
Whether in terms of magic growth rate or the total amount of magic in the future, I will be able to leave others in the dust and far surpass people of the same generation.
Bidding farewell to Ollivander, he headed to the next shop.
Watching Lucien’s retreating figure, Ollivander sighed silently: “A legendary wand must have a legendary owner.
Handing the wand to that young man is another memorable day.” — Buying the cauldron needed for Potion Class, the telescope for Astronomy Class, and picking out wizard robes at Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions…
Lucien arrived at the magical pet shop, “Magical Menagerie.” Walking into the shop, all kinds of noisy sounds rushed toward him.
Quack, quack— Meow— “Are you looking to choose a magical pet?” The shopkeeper was a woman wearing thick black-rimmed glasses, asking Lucien in a gentle tone.
Lucien nodded and began to observe the animals in the shop.
“This one looks too ugly.” “This one smells really pungent.” “Er, is this a cat?” A Persian cat with long ginger fur and a big tail was squatting in a cage, lazily glancing at Lucien.
Its face was very flat, as if it had been smashed against a wall.
Lucien shook his head.
He didn’t know who would like this strange-looking pet cat.
These pets are all very ordinary, and there’s nothing special about them.
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