Chapter 41: The Change of the Wand

It was already noon when Mike woke up the next day. After Dumbledore left last night, Madam Pomfrey once again gave Mike a large cup of medicine. This potion seemed to have a calming effect. Mike felt that he slept much longer than usual after drinking it.

Mike's wand and the wand cover given by Professor Flitwick were all quietly placed on the bedside table. Mike reached out to take the wand, ready to check whether the wand was damaged in the last battle.

As soon as the wand was in his hand, Mike noticed something strange. Although this black pear wood wand looked the same as the original one, it gave him a completely different feeling.

Ollivander's skills were beyond words. Mike had used other people's wands, but they were much worse than the black pear wood wand that Ollivander chose for him. Although other wands could also release magic, there was always a sense of blockage in the process of magic power being transmitted to the wand, which greatly reduced the power of the magic used. However,

the black pear wood wand did not have this feeling at all, and the magic power could come and go freely in it. Compared with other wands, the magic released by Mike using the blackthorn wand is at least 30% stronger.

After the battle in the Forbidden Forest, this wand gave Mike the feeling that it was not a wand at all, but an organ of Mike himself.

The moment the palm touched the wand, the magic power automatically filled the entire wand.

This feeling was very wonderful. Under Mike's magic perception, the operation state of the magic power in the wand was exactly the same as the operation state in his body.

In this state, Mike did not need to spend time to infuse the magic power into the wand when releasing spells. The magic power would automatically replenish the magic power in the wand as if it had its own consciousness.

Mike knew very well what this meant.

His future spell release speed would increase to an exaggerated degree, and the power of the spell would become even greater. The specific extent would need to be tested in the Room of Request after recovery.

Mike did not know the reason for this change in his wand, but he did not care. Just like what Dumbledore told him last night, no matter what, as long as the result was good, it would be fine. You can ask Ollivander about the change in the wand when you have time after the holiday. You don't need to care about it now.

"Click."

The door of the infirmary was opened, and Draco walked in stealthily.

"Hey, Mike. I rushed to see you as soon as I received the news that you woke up. Are you okay?"

"You coward." Mike stared at Malfoy expressionlessly and said.

"I didn't run away at that time. I went to find help." Draco scratched his head awkwardly, "Look, didn't I bring that big guy Hagrid to save you later? You really should thank me, if it weren't for me, you might have been burned to death."

"You coward."

"I didn't mean it at the time, I was just scared." Draco's face flushed red.

"You coward."

"Okay! Okay! Sorry! Okay!" Draco said angrily.

"Just saying sorry is enough? Then what do we need Aurors for?"

"Then what else do you want?" Draco understood what Mike meant. "How about this, I forgive you for breaking my nose, and you don't tell anyone about what happened that night, how about that?"

Mike stroked the wand in his hand and looked at Draco with a half-smile.

"Add ten ounces of dragon's blood, and I'll keep it a secret for you. You don't want the whole world to know that you left your classmates and ran away alone."

"Five ounces at most, that stuff is too expensive!" Draco was furious when he saw Mike's smiling face. Mike knew how to stop when he was ahead

, and nodded to Draco. The market price of one ounce of dragon's blood is about 100 gold galleons, and it is out of stock for a long time. Five ounces means 500 gold galleons, which is almost as much as he earned from selling Dolphin Magic Drink for a semester.

Seeing Mike nod in agreement, Draco was obviously relieved, and the expression on his face also eased a lot.

He walked to Mike's bedside with an awkward pace, raised his head proudly and said, "Besides, after what happened in the Forbidden Forest, I think you might be a special mud... um, Muggle wizard. Maybe we can be friends."

"A descendant of the Malfoy family, one of the twenty-eight noble pure-blood families, actually wants to be friends with a mudblood? Malfoy, have you been hit on the head by a troll?" Mike said sarcastically, "Also don't talk to me in that manner, I can only see your dirty nostrils and the disgusting nose hairs inside." Draco was

a little surprised when he heard Mike call himself a mudblood at first, but he immediately went crazy after hearing the rest of the words.

"Do you think I want to be friends with you? If my father hadn't told me to build a good relationship with you, I wouldn't care about people like you! Since you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything." Draco said with his hands on the edge of the bed, "But believe me, if you continue to hang out with those talentless people, you will become like them sooner or later."

After that, Draco slammed the door and left.

"This is really surprising. Draco's father would actually try to win over talented Muggle wizards. This is not shown in the original book." Mike thought, "But this is reasonable. Racial discrimination, blood discrimination and other discriminations are all insignificant in the face of sufficient benefits. I performed well enough, so I attracted their attention. This is normal."

In addition, although the trip to the Forbidden Forest did not get unicorn blood, Draco, the victim, actually took the initiative to give Mike five ounces of dragon blood, which solved Mike's worries. Otherwise, with Mike's financial resources, it would be a bit difficult to buy expensive materials such as dragon blood. Now it's good, maybe there will be some left.

After thinking it through, Mike lay down again and stopped thinking about Draco. The conversation with Draco just now made his head start to hurt again, and he needed to rest for a while.

Unfortunately, Mike was destined to not be able to rest well today. Not long after Draco left, Harry and others came to visit him again.

Harry and Ron, these two heartless guys, were only concerned with asking Mike about what happened that night so they could go back and brag to their friends, which made Mike's already aching head even more painful.

But little girl Hermione was the best. As soon as she came in, she squatted beside Mike's bed and asked about his well-being. She helped peel an apple and poured water for Mike.

Hermione's eyes were still red, obviously she had cried before coming.

Looking at the beautiful little girl in front of him, Mike felt that his heart was about to melt.

Mike didn't have any desires in his heart. Some people are like this. Their smile and temperament alone can awaken the hope in others' hearts. Mike thinks Hermione is such an angel.

What a nice girl! Why did she marry Ron in the original book?