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Harry was a bit restless.
If that wand wasn't in Robert's hand, what would happen with Ryan's Christmas present? It seemed too late to prepare anything else now.
"Can you make another one?" Harry asked cautiously.
"I can, the materials are all ready," Robert said. "But are you sure? A wand isn't parchment, and a new wand might not necessarily be suitable for Ryan."
"Then what should we do..."
"Don't worry, we can try. The day after tomorrow is Christmas, and my grandfather shouldn't be going too far," Robert glanced out the window. "If everything goes well, we should be able to make it."
He stood up. "Let's go, we'll head to the owlery first to find a stronger messenger."
"Use Hedwig," Harry said.
"Huh?"
"My owl, Hedwig," Harry explained. "She's a snowy owl!"
"Oh, that's perfect!" Robert slapped his forehead. Harry had an owl. How could he forget that? Moreover, a snowy owl was a twenty-galleon pet, belonging to the most expensive category in pet shops. Its flight speed and endurance were naturally much better than ordinary owls.
Robert wrote a letter and then went to the owlery with Harry to find the beautiful snowy owl.
It truly lived up to its twenty-galleon price tag; it was like a searchlight in the owlery, visible from a distance. As soon as Hedwig saw Harry, she immediately flew over and pecked at his fingers affectionately, making Robert feel a pang of envy.
He then thought of his own owl, who spent all day messing around, never to be found when needed, and whose mind was entirely preoccupied with trying to steal his colleague's pet cat, Tom.
Bah, he shouldn't have been so greedy back then.
...
Robert and Harry arrived at the Great Hall only ten minutes after dinner had started. Although a bit late, at least they wouldn't go hungry.
Ron found it strange that Harry had mentioned something to do earlier, but why had he come back with Robert? During dinner, he kept probing Harry, trying to find out what he had been doing, but he never got an answer. Harry didn't respond at all, pretending not to understand.
When he couldn't avoid it any longer, Harry racked his brain and made up a reason about doing homework, which managed to satisfy Ron.
Ron still looked unconvinced, but at least he stopped pressing.
Afterward, the two of them huddled together with Hermione, whispering about other things.
Robert sat nearby. Although he didn't intend to eavesdrop, he vaguely heard bits of the conversation.
Simply put, Hermione wanted Ron and Harry to go to the library over the holidays to look for someone named Nicolas Flamel.
But asking Harry and Ron to go to the library during the holidays... one could only say Hermione's idea was very good.
To welcome the approaching holidays, the Gryffindor students held a small celebration in the common room. The food was brought by the Weasley twins from the school kitchens, including pies, whole roasted chickens, tender steaks, pumpkin juice, pea crackers... much more sumptuous than dinner.
There was also butterbeer from Hogsmeade. However, only a few people got some. More accurately, Fred and George only brought one bottle for Robert.
Of course, this wasn't because the twins had a better relationship with Robert. They were eager to learn the secret of how Robert could use multiple wands.
A wizard can only use one wand; this is widely accepted as common knowledge in the wizarding world. Of course, it's not that no one has tried to buy a second wand. There were quite a few people who tried, but they quickly found that the so-called second wand was almost useless.
A wand that worked perfectly in the shop, once held by these people, would have a slow spell-casting speed and significantly weakened magical power. Not to mention being useless in battle, even the simplest cleaning spell sometimes left residual bits and pieces.
This situation would only change if the person voluntarily abandoned their first wand; otherwise, the second wand would just be a waste of over a dozen galleons.
No one knew why this was; even if they went to Ollivander's Wand Shop to ask, they would only get a seemingly profound answer like, "The wand chooses the wizard."
Robert's words that afternoon almost opened a new door to magic for Fred and George. They were so eager to learn. Not to mention holding three wands at once, even just holding one in each hand was very tempting.
Robert wasn't a stingy person either. Since he had drunk their butterbeer, he naturally had to help answer their questions.
So, he told Fred and George that achieving this was very simple—if they learned how to make wands.
Afterward, the twins actually went to the library overnight to search for books about wands... it was unclear how long they would persist.
Early the next morning, the students heading home for the holidays left the castle and went to the station to take the train. The Gryffindor common room, once crowded and lively, suddenly became spacious.
Robert got up early and was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, fiddling with a "baseball bat" that had been split in half down the middle.
When Harry and Ron came over, Robert was holding a scarlet quill and drawing on it.
"Good morning, Robert," Harry greeted, sitting in an armchair nearby with Ron.
These chairs were usually the most popular, but today they could sit wherever they wanted.
Ron found some leftover bread, flatbread, and similar things from last night, poked them with a toasting fork, and put them in the fireplace to toast.
Harry, meanwhile, frowned and looked around for something.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked, handing Harry a charred piece of flatbread.
"Do you smell anything?"
"Ah, it seems a bit burnt," Ron said somewhat sheepishly.
"No, not that," Harry shook his head. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "I think I smell blood."
"Now that you mention it, I think I smell it too," Ron looked up, also starting to look around.
"No need to look, it's this," Robert said, showing them the red quill in his hand.
"You're using blood as ink?" Ron's eyes widened, his voice full of disbelief.
"Not ink, it's... well, you can think of it as a sort of medium," Robert explained.
"I was about to ask," Harry said, looking at Robert. "Are you preparing to play baseball?"
"What's baseball?" Ron asked.
"A Muggle sport," Harry explained. "They use a wooden bat to hit a ball."
"Beaters?" Ron immediately thought of his two brothers; they used bats to hit the Bludgers away during Quidditch matches.
"Something like that," Harry thought for a moment. "But the bat is much longer, and they don't hit Bludgers."
"I don't know, I've never played," Harry said. "My cousin Dudley bought a baseball bat, but he never played baseball either—not even once. I guess he just liked the bat."
"I haven't played baseball either," Robert said. "Actually, this is the wand I'm going to make next."
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