Wand, Dragon Egg

Wade was confused. "What does that have to do with your Wand?"

Neville looked down at his Wand, his gaze sweeping over every familiar scratch, and whispered, "This isn't my Wand; it's my dad's. My grandma didn't want me to bring it. She said if it wasn't my own Wand, its effectiveness would be greatly reduced... but I..."

He insisted on bringing this Wand and didn't buy a new one from Ollivander's. It was as if his parents were still by his side.

Whenever Neville cast spells with this Wand, he always felt a lack of power, but he didn't dwell on it. He had long accepted the fact that he was clumsy, timid, and not particularly talented. He even often wondered why he had been sorted into Gryffindor instead of Hufflepuff.

In fact, during the Sorting Ceremony, Neville had argued with the Sorting Hat for a long time. He believed he didn't possess the courage required for Gryffindor and asked the Hat to sort him into Hufflepuff. But the Sorting Hat insisted he belonged in Gryffindor and ultimately announced that decision.

However, after joining SSC, Neville felt himself steadily improving every day. Spells began to feel less daunting, and for the first time, he experienced immense joy and a sense of accomplishment. Because of this, when he encountered another setback in spell learning, he could no longer calmly tell himself—

Yeah, you're just that stupid, you can't do anything right.

—He knew he could do it, but the companion he had chosen was holding him back.

Neville confided in his grandmother through the Book of Friends, and Madam Longbottom once again told him, in no uncertain terms, to let go of those useless attachments; he needed a new Wand that suited him!

"Wade," Neville asked, confused, "what should I do?"

Wade knew that when Neville hesitated over something like this, he already had a preference in his heart. But going against his long-held conviction felt like abandoning his feelings for his parents, which was why he found it so difficult.

Wade thought for a moment and said, "How about we let a coin decide?"

"A coin?" Neville, lost in his dilemma, was momentarily stunned.

Wade pulled a Silver Sickle from his pocket, holding it between his fingers, and said, "Heads: you continue using the Wand your father left you, even if it means putting in ten, or a hundred, times the effort to reach a normal level, you won't give up!"

The Silver Sickle spun halfway between his fingers.

"Tails: you cherish your love and longing for your parents in your heart, choose the most suitable Wand, gain greater power, become a son your parents can be proud of, and possess the strength to protect others."

"Do you understand?"

Neville swallowed with difficulty, nodded, and stared nervously at the Silver Sickle.

Wade glanced down and saw Neville's hands clenched tightly into fists, his clothes wrinkled from his grip.

"Then—begin."

Wade said, flicking his finger. The Silver Sickle spun rapidly, flying high into the air. Neville involuntarily looked up, his gaze following the dazzling silver glint as it rose—then fell—his heart suddenly leaped into his throat!

Wade covered the coin with his palm and slowly opened it.

Gulp.

Neville's throat bobbed, and cold sweat broke out on his palms.

Just as the Silver Sickle was about to be revealed, Wade suddenly clenched his hand again!

"Ah!" Neville couldn't help but exclaim, "I haven't seen it yet!"

"—But you already know, don't you?" Wade asked. "—What the answer you truly want is."

Neville froze, as if a thunderclap had exploded above his head.

Wade stood up and left, leaving him alone on the sofa to think.

"How's Neville?" Theo walked over, asking worriedly.

"He's fine. He'll figure it out."

Wade said, looking down at the Silver Sickle in his palm. He suddenly smiled and put it in his pocket.

Well, would you look at that! Fate really is kind to this clumsy kid.

But...

Instead of being pushed along by fate, wouldn't it be better to make a well-thought-out decision himself?

...

In the blink of an eye, it was Easter break again. This time, professors from all subjects assigned a lot of homework. With only two weeks of spring break, most students chose not to go home.

Neville applied to leave school; he planned to go to Diagon Alley to pick out a Wand that truly suited him.

Wade also applied to leave school, but he only went home for Easter Day to celebrate with his parents. The rest of the time, he was in Hogsmeade studying spells with Lupin.

The spell for extracting memories wasn't as profound as Wade had imagined. If the memory provider concentrated on recalling and was willing to actively offer them, the spell could be quite simple. Forcibly digging out memories the owner wanted to hide, however, was classified as advanced Dark Magic.

Occlumency, on the other hand, required long-term practice. The most basic requirement was to clear one's mind—to stop thinking, recalling, or perceiving. Advanced techniques involved weaving false memories and emotions in one's mind to deceive a Legilimency master.

During the break, Wade made the most progress in Transfiguration Spell and Disillusionment Charm, and also learned several uses for the Fire Charm. Lupin also taught him some small tricks that would be useful at school, such as a spell to check for typos in essays.

Wade returned to school the day before classes started. When he handed out Easter eggs to his friends, he noticed two Gryffindors looking tense and worried.

"What's wrong?" Wade asked.

"This..." Harry and Hermione exchanged a look, then Hermione said worriedly, "It's Hagrid... he got a dragon egg, and he's actually planning to hatch it!"

Wade recalled, "I remember that's illegal, isn't it?"

"It is!" Harry said with a troubled face. "What if someone finds out? Hagrid isn't worried at all, he's only focused on being a dragon mom!"

Hmm... that's pretty Gryffindor of him.

Wade muttered under his breath. Seeing their distress, he said, "I know a friend who works as a keeper for Mr. Scamander. Maybe you could transfer the dragon egg to them for hatching? Or have someone secretly move the dragon egg to a place where breeding is allowed. Of course—"

As their eyes lit up with surprise, Wade added, "—provided you can convince Mr. Hagrid to abandon his current plans. Private individuals can't keep dragons, unless he's willing to go to Azkaban."

This was no easy task.

Hagrid naturally loved all dangerous creatures, and raising dragons was his lifelong dream. Even though he knew Harry and Hermione's worries were valid, he couldn't bring himself to give up his adorable, unborn dragon baby. The Half-Giant would get teary-eyed just thinking about the little one being displaced after leaving him, or even being captured by wizards to have its blood drawn or dragon liver harvested.

Back and forth they went until the dragon baby was about to hatch.

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