Vizette went on to say, "What would happen if the active potion possessed more soul-like properties and was then applied to wand making?"
"We are also trying this out." Ollivander's tone was somewhat helpless. "The craftsmanship of wand making has actually been improving all along."
"At least for the Ollivander family, there has been continuous progress... Each generation of Ollivander wand makers improves potion formulas, giving wands stronger soul properties."
"This process is usually very slow, so I can't imagine… what would happen if I gave the active agent a lot of soul properties…"
Ollivander suddenly realized something and tentatively asked, "Vizette, can you make the active potion... add more soul properties?"
He carefully placed the crystal glass down, his eyes filled with anticipation.
The active potion was similar to the Soul Soothing Agent, which reminded Vizette of an ancient magic: Ancient Magic: Potion Balance Conversion.
Using this ancient magic, one could, with the help of ancient magical power, transform the characteristics of the soul and the properties of the potion.
He pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "I can give it a try, but I'm not sure if I'll succeed."
When it came to potions that involved the soul, he chose a more conservative approach, not only to protect himself but also to protect Ollivander.
"That's true! There's always a chance of failure when brewing potions." Ollivander nodded in agreement. "How about this, you go back and rest first!"
"You're very tired today, go home and get a good night's rest! Come back to me when you feel refreshed."
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The next morning, Vizette arrived at Ollivander's wand shop.
Upon arriving at the workshop, Ollivander generously offered to let Vizette go all out in preparing the active ingredient, saying he would take care of all the materials.
After returning home, Vizette reviewed the entire brewing process and summarized various precautions.
For the first two potions of active potions, Vizette did not use "Ancient Magic: Potion Balance Conversion".
Compared to yesterday's active potion, the improvement in today's two potions was mainly reflected in speed.
Ollivander observed all of this and couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.
Such talent was truly astonishing; even after just one day, there had already been such a significant improvement.
Standing by the crucible, he went through the process in his mind again before starting the third potion-making process.
Everything was going smoothly; the milky-white potion was emitting bursts of heat and beginning to boil.
Vizette waved his wand, calming the agitated potion while casting Ancient Magic: Potion Balance Conversion.
He unleashed his soul's power, and the number of tiny points of light inside the crucible increased, making the golden color even more dazzling, like starlight dancing and twinkling in the sky.
Ollivander was completely focused, his very pale silver-white eyes taking on a golden hue.
He stared wide-eyed, deeply imprinting all the extraordinary changes that were taking place in his mind.
Adding the essence of clover, Vizette performed the final spell, and as he lowered his wand, rustling sounds came from all directions.
Ollivander snapped out of his reverie and looked at the solid gold shelf not far away.
The neatly arranged magical woods now seemed to possess a life of their own, trembling constantly, their ends leaning towards the crucible in front of Vizette.
Ollivander nervously rubbed his hands together, his breathing becoming heavy, his eyes fixed on the crucible as if the active ingredient inside was the most precious treasure in the world.
Vizette used magic to wipe the sweat off his body. "Mr. Ollivander, should I put it away?"
"Yes! You do it!" Ollivander looked at his hands and gave a helpless smile. "I'm afraid I'll spill it…"
His eyes were fixed on Vizette's movements, as if afraid that if he blinked, the active ingredient would spill.
Vizette placed the crystal glass on the table. "Mr. Ollivander, how can we verify its effectiveness?"
"Yes! Verify its effect! Verify its effect!" Ollivander seemed somewhat out of control, spinning around in circles like a headless fly.
"The fact that those magical woods are all yearning for it is enough to show how extraordinary this potion is… but wait a moment, I'm going to get something."
Ollivander disappeared at the end of the studio, and returned to the table a while later, holding a roll of what looked like leather.
"This is the Ollivander family's greatest secret; it can only reveal its true nature by being activated with a potent drug."
He placed the leather on the table and slowly unfolded it, exuding an ancient and weathered feeling.
As Ollivander said, when he unfolded the leather, there were no patterns or words inside.
He picked up the crystal glass, muttering to himself, "Out with the old, in with the new... Out with the old, in with the new..."
As if trying to comfort himself, Ollivander gritted his teeth and poured all the active ingredient onto the leather.
The leather, like parched land, instantly absorbed the active ingredient without spilling it onto the table.
It seemed to come alive, automatically curling up into a clump, and then transforming into a dense forest.
A figure in a long robe moved through the forest, carrying a branch in his hand, constantly pacing back and forth...
Vizette observed very carefully. With his previous knowledge of wand making as a foundation, he could immediately tell that the figure was making a wand in an extremely simple way.
However, his knowledge base was still not extensive enough, and he could no longer quite grasp the robed figure's subsequent actions or intentions.
Ollivander also observed very carefully. He had dedicated his life to wand making, so he naturally had a deeper understanding of the intricacies of the craft.
As he watched the figure's movements, he nodded repeatedly, muttering, "So that's how it is... This step can also include this..."
Unbeknownst to them, the figure in the robe and the forest vanished, transforming back into leather. The final image froze on him raising his wand and summoning countless skeletons.
Vizette didn't dwell on the figure in the robe; instead, he observed what the figure in the robe was doing.
Compared to the complex wand-making process of today, the figure in the robe only needed to communicate with various plants to draw power from them, making the branches in his hands stronger until they became a wand.
Ollivander said, "The exact time of the wizard's appearance is unknown. He may have been the first wizard in this world, or he may have appeared even earlier than the wizards..."
"After all, he doesn't need potions or ritual magic; he can create a powerful wand in a way that's closer to nature."
"So the wandmakers have a theory: perhaps gods once existed in this world. They could communicate directly with all things, and so-called magic was the result of that communication..."
"Until a certain event occurred, these gods all disappeared, leaving only a few traces, like this roll of leather." He patted the leather in his hand.
"Later, humans were born. Some humans were born with sensitivity and followed the marks left by the gods, thus becoming wizards, while others became Muggles."
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