The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

The wand is a tool used by wizards to amplify magic power. Generally, the body tissue of a magical animal is used as the core of the staff, and a kind of wood is selected as the body of the staff. Can magic metal be used as a staff? Many wand makers have conducted their own explorations on this road.

Mr. Ollivander is no exception.

Unfortunately, Mr. Ollivander, like other wand makers, failed, leaving only a huge wand made of magical silver - perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a staff.

Mr. Ollivander's magic silver staff is two fingers thick and two meters long. It takes a lot of effort just to swing it, let alone perform those complicated spell-casting movements.

Tom's attainments in wandology are far inferior to Mr. Ollivander's, and he cannot turn decay into magic and turn this magic silver stick into a usable wand. But he can transform this staff into an oversized magic amplifier. Through the magic text lines on it, this staff can cast several specific magics without complicated movements.

Tom has been modifying this staff during the summer vacation, and it has been 80% completed so far.

Today, Tom felt it was time for a phased test. The complete form of this staff was used to deal with Voldemort, so its semi-finished state was just right to teach Voldemort's younger brother a lesson.

Tom first put on a wizard's robe, and then took out the staff from his luggage. The originally slender and smooth body of the staff has been covered with many densely packed magic texts. The magic text intersects in the upper middle of the wand, leaving a groove there that can fit Tom's wand into it.

After inserting his wand, the wand trembled slightly. Tom raised the staff, and with a whooshing sound, he slammed the staff to the ground. The top of the staff was like a firework with stars shooting out, making Tom feel a slight heat on his fingertips.

"Very good." Tom was very satisfied with the effect. He knew that his wand had successfully established a connection with the staff. He picked up the staff and walked with Hermione's three-headed dog Patronus towards the center of the camp - there was a large four-story tent there, which was perfect for casting spells by himself.

At this time, the staff of the Ministry had already rushed to the vicinity of the marchers. They tried desperately to rush in and get close to the group of wizards wearing hoods and masks, but they were blocked by invisible barriers and could not get closer.

"Actor." Tom cursed secretly. He noticed that many employees of the Ministry of Magic were simply working hard and pretending to be working hard to rescue, but in fact they were not making effective efforts.

The marching wizards still moved forward in an orderly manner, setting the tents on the roadside on fire. The wizards from the Ministry of Magic could only watch from the sidelines. They neither dared to leave without an order, nor dared to use magic to attack the marching crowd. The weakness and rigidity of the Ministry of Magic are clearly reflected here.

If this continues, it is inevitable that the Ministry of Magic will be disgraced and the Death Eaters will become more popular.

Tom quickened his pace and hurried to the center of the camp. There were several traces of blackening on the tall, castle-like tent. It could be seen that the Death Eaters were very interested in this landmark building and cast several fire spells on it. However, the tent seemed to have been treated with fire protection, and those spells failed to ignite it.

At this time, the "castle" door opened, and Tom walked into the luxurious tent effortlessly, and climbed up the stairs to the top of the tent.

There are some sundries scattered here and there. It seems that the owner of the tent once held a barbecue banquet here. But once there was a commotion, the owner here ran away.

"What are you doing? Come down!" As soon as Tom stood up, he heard an anxious and familiar voice coming from below. Tom looked down and was happy - downstairs was his old acquaintance Delis.

"Mr. Delis, what are you doing here?" he shouted to Delis.

"I'm going to stop those lunatics - and here's the question I should ask: What are you doing?"

"Stop them as you do."

When Delis heard this, everyone was stunned.

As the Auror on duty, he had just been patrolling the Irish camp, giving some physical persuasion to the agitated Irish. After hearing that there was trouble here, he rushed over immediately, and saw a man carrying a long stick climbing onto a tall tent.

He asked that person's purpose, but that person told him that he was here to quell the unrest? Delis was in a daze: There is no such person in the ministry, and what is his stick for?

He took another closer look and saw the silver alien patron saint. He immediately recognized the man on the roof - Tom Yoder!

Is he going to use his patronus to attack the crowd? It doesn’t seem impossible? But he is still a child! Delis believed that Yoder should really want to solve the problem, but he very doubted whether Tom Yoder really had that ability.

Delis climbed up to the tent and said to Tom seriously: "It's very dangerous here. You'd better go to the refuge with your family members and leave it to professionals like us."

Tom gave Delis a strange look: he didn't expect this guy to say such positive words. In his impression, Delis has always been a bastard...

"Don't look at me like that! I'm an Auror!" Delis's self-esteem was trampled by Tom's gaze, and he shouted dissatisfied.

"That's just right. You can protect me here. The forward swing of my spell is a little long." Tom moved his eyes away from Delis and stared at the parade crowd. Mr. Weasley and others arrived and stabilized the situation. Under his command, wizards from the Ministry of Magic and the remnants of the Death Eaters launched a magic war. More and more wizards are joining the Ministry of Magic. Maybe if this stalemate continues, in a few hours, the Death Eaters will use Apparition to leave after having enough trouble.

Tom couldn't accept this way of handling it.

He inserted the staff in front of him, held the part with his own wand embedded in it with both hands, and took a deep breath——

"Atmospheric-ventus!"

Wind blows--!

With the staff as the center, a breeze emerged. The breeze circled around the staff, doubling in size with each circle.

Soon, the weak breeze became stronger and rolled up all the ovens and wine bottles on the roof of the tent. A drop of cold sweat broke out on the top of Tom's head. This staff required more magic power than he thought!

Huh-ha! Tom took another deep breath, raised the staff, and then landed it heavily on the roof of the tent again, causing the ground to shake. The whirlwind suddenly expanded several times and floated towards the parade crowd.

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(To be continued)