Using his newly made flying broomstick, his flight speed was now twice what it had been at the beginning.
The most advanced flying broomsticks in the wizarding world topped out at around 280 kilometers per hour; this broom of his could reach 500 kilometers per hour.
And as Harry channeled more magic into it, the broomstick's speed would increase accordingly.
Crafting the flying broomstick had gone smoothly. Making the wand, however, was where things jammed up—any wand he made could only increase his spell power by about ten percent, and none of them could calm the magic inside him.
Harry tried more than a dozen times, and the result was always the same. The best wand so far used a World Tree branch as the body and an ice phoenix feather as the core.
That one could boost his magic by thirty percent, but it still couldn't soothe his turbulent power, which made it basically useless.
The greatest help a wand could give Harry was stabilizing his chaotic magic. If it couldn't do that, then even if it multiplied his spell strength several times over, it was still a failure in Harry's eyes.
Just when Harry was at his wits' end, a thought suddenly struck him—did his own hair count as chaos magic material?
He was a powerful chaos mage, with endless chaos magic inside him. If that was the case, then wouldn't his hair also carry chaos traits, enough to qualify as a top-tier magical material?
Worth a try.
Harry yanked out a small lock of hair and tried using it to replace the ice phoenix feather as the wand core.
The new wand was finished quickly. Harry gripped it and gave it a swing.
"Protego Totalum!"
Oh my god—it worked.
The instant his fingers closed around the wand, the magic in his body became much more stable.
A beam of white light struck the practice target and formed a transparent barrier around it.
The barrier was thin, but its defensive power was extremely high.
More importantly, it was stable. It didn't suddenly expand and crush the target to pieces.
Harry had done it. His hair really was top-tier chaos magic material.
However, this new wand's main function was calming his power; its amplification was still only about ten percent, which Harry found unsatisfactory. He went right back to making more wands.
This time, instead of ripping out another clump of hair, he trimmed it, cutting all of it shorter. The scattered ends could provide the same effect.
What followed was far from smooth. The wands he crafted after that were all unsuitable—either the boost to his spells was too low, or they failed to steady his magic.
Harry wasn't surprised. Back in the wizarding world, he had crafted plenty of wands, and not one of them had ever been as good as the one he'd bought from Ollivander.
The best of his handmade wands had only ever managed about an eighty percent boost.
Harry wasn't being greedy. His goal was simple: a wand that could both stabilize his power and increase his spell strength by fifty percent.
His hair could only serve as the core. If he wanted a better wand, he would need to find a wand wood infused with chaos traits to go with it.
He kept crafting, wand after wand. When he picked up one particular wand and gave it a swing, his eyes lit up.
This wand met his requirements perfectly. Not only could it steady his magic, it also boosted his spell power by sixty percent—ten percent higher than the minimum he'd set for himself.
Harry examined the wand in his hand. The shaft was carved from a World Tree branch, its surface etched with faintly glowing golden runes.
The core inside wasn't made up solely of his own hair, either. Fairy hair was entwined with his, the two braided together into a new composite core.
The wand was far longer than any found in the wizarding world—an impressive fifty-one inches (129 centimeters), about as thick as his thumb, with a fire dragon's reverse scale set into the very tip like a brilliant ruby.
Because the materials themselves weren't ideal, Harry had been forced to make up for it with quantity, and as it turned out, his idea had been right.
Just as Harry was about to test some spells with his new wand, his phone rang. It was Peter.
"What is it, Peter?"
"Harry, it's already past seven. Where are you? Don't you dare forget about Mr Stark's party!" Peter sounded frantic.
Harry checked the time—7:12. It was a little late, sure, but the party didn't start until nine. Peter was worrying way too much.
Then again, it was understandable. He'd idolized Mr Stark since he was a kid. This was his first chance to meet him up close.
Harry smiled helplessly. "Relax. We're not going to be late."
He left the training room and headed for the depths of the library, where Wong was still reading by lamplight.
Harry patted him on the shoulder. "Wong, I'm heading out. Thanks for the help."
"How's the progress? Everything go well?" Wong asked, curious.
Harry pulled the wand out of his pocket dimension. The wooden shaft's runes shimmered with golden light. "Pretty well. I can use portals again now."
Wong smiled. "Congratulations."
"Thanks. See you later." Harry opened a portal—on the other side was his bedroom.
Harry's and Peter's rooms were both on the second floor. He walked downstairs and saw Peter pacing back and forth in the living room.
Peter was wearing a slim-fit suit Harry hadn't seen before—definitely new.
Looked like Peter had spent a lot of money on it. A suit like that wasn't cheap; he might even have dipped into his car fund.
When Peter saw Harry coming down from the second floor, he blinked in surprise.
"How'd you end up upstairs? Some new magic? Forget it, that's not important. Mr Stark already sent a car; it's waiting outside. Come on, we've got to go.
Wait, what are you wearing? This is Mr Stark's party, you can't just show up in sorcerer robes!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Listen to you complaining. These robes have a whole bunch of spells permanently woven into them—cleaning charms and more. One of these costs enough to buy ten thousand of your suits. Never mind, I'll change."
It really wouldn't be appropriate to turn up in full sorcerer gear. Harry drew his wand and cast Transfiguration on his robes.
The sorcerer's robe shifted rapidly, reshaping itself into a sleek, stylish suit—while preserving all the embedded enchantments intact.
"Cool. What spell is that? How come I've never seen you use it before?" Peter asked, intrigued.
"Transfiguration. I picked it up not long ago. Let's go—we shouldn't keep Happy waiting."
Through the window, Harry saw the black Rolls-Royce parked outside. Sitting in the driver's seat was Tony's personal bodyguard, Happy Hogan.
Sending his personal bodyguard to pick Harry up said a lot about how much Tony valued him.
Harry thought of the "big surprise" Stark had promised. He couldn't help wondering what it was going to be.
Tonight's party was being held at one of Tony's luxurious villas in New York.
When the Rolls-Royce pulled up, plenty of people turned to look.
They all recognized the car. It was Tony Stark's personal ride; he almost never let anyone else sit in it unless they were very close to him.
But Colonel Rhodes, Miss Potts, and Mr Stark himself were all inside the villa already… so who was in the car?
While they were still speculating, the rear door opened and two young men stepped out.
Unfamiliar faces. Who were they?
And what was their relationship to Tony Stark?
//Check out my P@tre0n for 20 extra chapters on all my fanfics //[email protected]/Razeil0810.