The round magic wand gave the professor a little shock
Half an hour later, Dumbledore left the teachers' table and exited the Great Hall. Robert watched him leave, unconsciously recalling that completely illogical Repairing Charm once again. Unfortunately, he still couldn't detect anything about the wand from Dumbledore. Perhaps he didn't have it with him—or maybe the Elder Wand was simply too special to be sensed.
Snape also left the Great Hall, followed by Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall.
At that moment, Robert suddenly stood up.
"Robert, what's wrong?" Harry and Ron, seated beside him, were startled.
"Nothing. I just remembered something," Robert said casually before turning around and running out of the Great Hall.
"What's he running off for?" Ron looked at Harry.
"How should I know?" Harry replied.
"Really… so strange," Ron muttered, grabbing a chicken leg and stuffing it into his mouth. He was still hungry.
On the other side, Robert quickened his pace and managed to catch up with Professor McGonagall just before she ascended the stairs.
"Mr. Ollivander?" Professor McGonagall looked at Robert in surprise. "Is there something you need from me? Don't tell me you're trying to change dormitories again?"
"No," Robert shook his head. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Sorry, Professor McGonagall. This might sound a bit rude, but could you give me a few strands of your hair?"
"My hair?" Professor McGonagall frowned instinctively. The request had already crossed the line of mere rudeness—it was outright excessive. A wizard with a less patient temper might have already drawn their wand. In the magical world, even a single strand of hair could be used for many purposes: Polyjuice Potion, dark curses, and other dangerous magic.
"What do you want it for?" Perhaps due to Robert's identity or simply his age, Professor McGonagall didn't immediately refuse him.
"A wand," Robert said.
"A wand?"
"Yes, to be precise—its core."
Professor McGonagall was silent for a long time. It was hard to describe the request as anything short of absurd. Even so, she didn't directly reject him.
"Come to my office, Mr. Ollivander, if you've finished your meal."
"Of course," Robert said.
Professor McGonagall turned and continued upstairs, with Robert closely following. The lowest staircase began to ascend and spiral upward. Before long, they reached the second-floor corridor. But they didn't stop—each set of stairs turned again and again, leading them higher until Robert found himself on the eighth floor without having walked much.
"Hurry along—what are you thinking about?" Professor McGonagall prompted, pulling Robert back from his thoughts.
"These stairs…" Robert muttered, "Why do they always move after we step on them? I've been almost to class several times, only to be sent back to the eighth floor."
"It was the same when I was a student," Professor McGonagall said. "We're here."
She pushed open a door at the end of the corridor and entered.
Professor McGonagall's office reflected her personality—neat, orderly, and lacking in any unnecessary decoration. A wide desk sat at the center, piled neatly with students' homework, ink bottles, and quills. A tall bookshelf near the fireplace held numerous books and magazines related to Transfiguration.
"So, Mr. Ollivander," Professor McGonagall said, taking her place behind the desk and meeting Robert's eyes. "I don't want to question your wand knowledge, but I've never heard of wizard hair being used as a wand core."
"This is just a hypothesis," Robert explained. "The inspiration comes from the French Delacour family."
"Delacour? Apolline Delacour?"
"Exactly. A wizarding family with Veela heritage," Robert said. "Three years ago, my grandfather crafted a special wand for the Delacour family using Veela hair as its core.
"According to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Veela who haven't transformed are biologically similar to wizards. If Veela hair can be used in wand cores, then why not wizard hair?"
Professor McGonagall looked at the enthusiastic Robert, and after a moment's hesitation, she softened her tone.
"But as far as I know, no one has successfully used wizard hair as a wand core—not even your grandfather."
It was a subtle discouragement, meant to nudge Robert away from an obviously unrealistic idea.
But Robert was undeterred.
"No one has—yet. But that doesn't mean I can't. I can show you the wand I've made."
Professor McGonagall was about to speak when Robert suddenly pulled out a strange-looking object. Was it a… bamboo hoop? She couldn't quite tell. Although he called it a wand, it was clearly round.
"African Arrow Bamboo. The core is a Quintaped's brain. Thirteen inches."
Professor McGonagall's eye twitched slightly. A bamboo hoop? As a wand? It didn't even have a tip.
Seeing her skepticism, Robert flicked his wrist.
"Lumos!"
A white ball of light lit up on one of the bamboo joints.
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, and then—
The bamboo joints to the left and right also lit up.
Startled, Professor McGonagall stood up so abruptly that she knocked over an ink bottle on the desk.
"Three spells at once…" Professor McGonagall hadn't lost her composure like that in years. A single wand casting three spells simultaneously—it defied everything she knew.
"As you can see," Robert explained, "each segment of African Arrow Bamboo functions independently. Normally, it's unsuitable for wandmaking, but I discovered—by accident—that a Quintaped's brain can link them in a new structure."
"Oh, right. It can also do this."
He flicked his wrist again.
"Reparo."
The ink bottle lifted off the floor and returned to the desk. The spilled ink floated up and reentered the bottle. Looking back at the bamboo hoop, only two glowing light balls remained.
"So… this wand can cast three different spells?" Professor McGonagall asked, visibly amazed. She even momentarily forgot that Robert had said Quintaped's brain—not a more realistic term like nervous tissue.
"In theory, yes," Robert said.
"In theory?"
"Because it demands extremely high magic control," Robert admitted. "To be honest, I can only manage the Lumos and Reparo charms at the same time. Anything more complex is out of reach right now."
Hearing this, Professor McGonagall gradually calmed down.
Yes, casting three different spells simultaneously couldn't be that easy. And on closer inspection, she noticed that the light in the center joint had noticeably dimmed when the other two lit up.
Still, it was astounding. Robert was only a first-year student, yet the potential of this wand—and his future—was undeniably impressive.
What if Dumbledore had wielded a wand like this?
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