Chapter 41 – The Best Wizards' Weapons Are Made by Themselves(3)
'And boil it in the small containers you have in front of you, thirty minutes, forty-five minutes or ... an hour. Depending on what kind of wand you want to create. For hand-to-hand combat ... or maybe one worthier of a wise wizard."
The children listened to the strange professor, some of them happy and excited, because finally they created an object with their hands. Even if it was just a wand that you can take almost anywhere, from any store or magic wand shop ... it was still one of the most important things any wizard should have. It was the wizard's weapon, as vital as a sword for a warrior: the famous magic wand.
…
'I'm really curious why it came out so red," smiled Professor Lionel Squisshy, looking at Elizabeth.
'Three drops of venom."
'Ah, poisonous cave bat venom? Very rare ... It helps in petrifying spells."
'No, it's just bee venom."
'Oh, it helps you play with time ... or turn the day into night and vice versa."
'Professor Lionel Squisshy, I thought more about being able to ..."
'I'm Smart. Lionel is in the room for the creation of luminophobic objects, the professor indicates a dark corridor that led into a room located deeper in the basement of Elmbridge School of Magic.
The girl said nothing but looked puzzled at the professor.
'I see that you also added the beast herb. It helps you get through various locks. But for what? You just have a key that allows you to reach all the places where you are allowed."
She was about to say something, but Mr. Smart wouldn't let her.
'What else did you put in the liquor in which you boiled it?"
'Mermaid tears."
'Oh, mermaid tears ... Why?"
'I don't know exactly, but I read in an old recipe. And I thought ..."
'I'm going to look up in the ingredients book. I'm really curious."
The professor moved away from Elizabeth, after that book, but as he took two steps, he again found a long-lost object.
'Smart! I found the fork! Finally ... For three years I've been eating with my hands, because I haven't found it. Wait to get it."
But the professor put the fork in a little bag around his neck and headed to another student, completely forgetting whom he should give the fork to. But if we think better, he found its owner.
'What does your liquor contain? I also see tarantula hairs, very good."
That student went about his business. And he worked with great care, as if he worked with a crystal wand.
…