"Heh, you rascal..."
Mr. Ollivander shook his head, then turned and selected the most exquisite wand case from the stack. He handed it to Leonard.
"Here. A fine gift deserves fine packaging. What do you think of this wand case?" Mr. Ollivander said with a cheerful smile. Then his expression suddenly changed. "What are you doing?!"
Leonard had somehow produced a bucket of pink paint and was about to smear it onto the wand.
"Huh? I'm decorating it," Leonard replied without even looking up. "Girls should use pink wands. Isn't that cute?"
A beautiful girl should be using a pink wand to smash the heads of people with bad intentions.
By the same logic, pink fire axes, pink AKs, and pink battle axes all fit this rule. If you added a bow on top, that would be even better.
"Stop right there!" Mr. Ollivander cried in anguish, grabbing Leonard's arm. "What nonsense are you thinking? Wands have dignity! What you're doing is insulting the wand!"
"Really? I think it looks quite happy," Leonard said while examining the wand in his hand.
"Oh, nonsense. Of course it's happy when you're holding it! In any case, no paint allowed!" Mr. Ollivander glared at Leonard and grabbed the tung oil from the side. "Last step. Apply the wood wax oil and finish it properly!"
"I still think..." Leonard began.
"I don't care what you think! I care what I think!" Ollivander said, clutching his chest.
Just barely. Just barely his lifelong reputation had nearly been ruined by Leonard.
This was the apprentice he had personally chosen. If Leonard really made a pink wand, Ollivander might seriously consider expelling him.
"I think we should ask the person involved," Leonard said, turning to Claudia. "Claudia, what color do you think the wand should be?"
"I think pink looks nice too."
"No! Absolutely not pink!" Ollivander shouted.
"Alright..." Leonard clicked his tongue regretfully. He applied wood wax oil to the simple wand, used magic to speed up the drying process, and then placed it into the exquisite wand case.
"But I still feel like this isn't suitable for a little girl," Leonard muttered, unwilling to give up.
"A wand accompanies its owner for their entire life. Childhood is only a brief stage," Ollivander said earnestly, mainly to completely crush Leonard's idea of dyeing the wand.
"Think about it. If that girl grows up and becomes more mature, and then sees her wand is pink, wouldn't she feel embarrassed?"
"Ah... well..." Leonard pondered for a moment. "It might feel childish for elementary school students, but for college students it's just right."
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm just talking nonsense." Leonard waved his hand and put the wand case away. "Anyway, I understand. I won't dye the wand. I'll deliver it now."
"You'd better. Otherwise don't ever say outside that you learned wandmaking from me," Ollivander snapped, blowing his beard and glaring. "Alright, just looking at you irritates me. Get out."
With that, he swept the tools off the table, stuffed them into Leonard's arms, and shoved him out the door.
Leonard rolled his eyes, took Claudia by the hand, and quietly returned to Knockturn Alley, heading back to where Midgard lived.
"Back already?" Midgard looked up from the book she had been scratching her head over. When she saw Leonard and Claudia, she casually tossed the book aside. "Claudia's wand is finished?"
"It's finished, sure. But that doesn't really have anything to do with your study plan, does it?" Leonard said with a strange smile.
Midgard had suddenly decided to start studying after she and Leonard reorganized the internal affairs of the werewolves and she realized her knowledge was lacking. She had resolved to study seriously and read more books.
But clearly, reading was far too difficult for Midgard. The content in the books looked like incomprehensible scripture to her, tormenting her endlessly. She would slip away the moment she found a chance.
The ocean of knowledge had already extinguished the flame of curiosity in her heart.
Unfortunately, Leonard kept a close watch on her. Since the idea had been her own, she naturally had to carry it out under supervision.
"Reading can be done anytime. But the moment Claudia gets her wand absolutely cannot be missed," Midgard said with a completely serious expression.
"This is the last time," Leonard replied.
As he spoke, he opened the wand case and placed it in front of Claudia.
"Leonard, what is this?" Claudia looked at the wand inside the box, completely puzzled. Her little nose sniffed at it curiously, and her mouth even twitched as if she might try biting it.
"This isn't food," Leonard said quickly, stopping her. "This is a wand."
"A wand?" Claudia still didn't understand. "What does it do?"
"It helps with casting magic. You can try it."
Leonard handed the wand to Claudia with eager anticipation.
He wanted to see how compatible the wand he made was with Claudia.
Even if the materials were perfect, poor craftsmanship could still produce a mediocre wand that failed to bring out the materials' potential.
Claudia didn't think much about it. She picked up the wand.
The next moment, golden fireworks burst from the tip of the wand, dazzling inside the room.
"Just as expected. Perfect." Leonard nodded happily. "Claudia, do you feel anything?"
"I feel..." Claudia looked at the wand in her hand and thought for a moment. Then she gently waved it toward a nearby wall.
Boom!
A mass of pure white magic instantly blasted the wall apart. The remaining force continued forward and blew open the courtyard wall as well.
The enormous noise echoed through the werewolf settlement.
"What happened?"
Nearby werewolves immediately became alert. After noticing that the disturbance came from Midgard's courtyard, they rushed over in a hurry to help.
"I'll handle it."
Midgard glanced at the hole in the wall without much concern, then rushed outside and stopped the werewolf wizards who were about to charge in to rescue her.
Because of the recent internal reorganization, the werewolf wizards had been forced to stay vigilant while performing patrols and guard duties. Seeing something happen at Midgard's residence, they had all rushed over at once.
"What's all the noise about?" Midgard stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. "Go back. This was just a mistake in my magic."
The werewolf wizards outside did not dare disobey Midgard's command. After responding with "Yes," they returned to their patrol formation.
Watching the patrol team leave in much better discipline than before, Midgard once again felt the importance of studying. The ambition that had been extinguished by the ocean of knowledge reignited once more.
"Back to studying!"
Midgard encouraged herself, turned around, and prepared to battle the books for another three hundred rounds.