Inspired by the book "Alchemy Fantasia," Lys decided to experiment with several magical crystals, aiming to modify her father's wheelchair with them.
Taking advantage of the dormitory being the most protected place in the academy, Lys compressed magical crystals several times inside, until the explosions became unbearable, with the house-elf bringing four sets of blankets.
Lys had to find another place for her experiments:
The vacant lot beside Hagrid's vegetable garden.
Her muscles twitched uncontrollably, and Lys clutched her stomach, trying to suppress the urge to vomit from the impact, staggering to her feet.
The soil splattered on her made her itch, yet she had no strength to brush it off. The booming sound echoed in her ears, and her head throbbed painfully with each slight movement.
Squinting to clear the water vapor from her eyes, Lys finally spotted the magical crystal amidst the rubble.
As Hagrid approached, the booming grew louder, and Lys sat on the ground, clutching her head, signaling to Hagrid:
Can't hear, don't speak.
After a while, though still unable to hear clearly, her head no longer hurt as much. She crawled over to grasp the hard-earned crystal and her wand together.
"Ugh," she couldn't hold back the nausea and vomited, staggering into Hagrid's hut to sit on his sofa, clutching a wooden bucket, dry-heaving uncontrollably. It took her half a day to painfully lie there before she could barely cast healing spells and clean herself up.
With her mind clearer, Lys's first reaction was to touch the crystal, then she thought, maybe in a fight she wouldn't need to be so complicated, just blast someone like this, and even if they didn't die, they wouldn't be able to resist. "Ugh~"
"Lys, what are you doing that's so dangerous? You've blown up half of my vegetable garden," Hagrid said, tugging at his beard and pouring Lys a cup of hot tea.
"Oh, sorry, Hagrid, I didn't expect the power to be so great. Pity about your vegetables." Lys removed the shattered protective badges from her robe and tossed them into the trash.
Ten bottles of her accumulated magic, plus a magic array she spent a week drawing, she expected an explosion but not such a powerful one. Looking out the window, the grass slope revealed a large patch of brown earth starting from a circular point.
"But look, I succeeded, Hagrid!" Lys called Gabon back from Hagrid's bed and placed the crystal into a small white crystal bottle, replacing the previous glass one.
Holding Gabon to show off the collar on its neck, Lys proudly said, "Doesn't it look nice, Hagrid? Look, it's shiny."
"Oh well, all that effort just to give your little fat snake a new decoration, alright, alright... Oh, by the way," Hagrid rummaged through his clothes pockets, but he had so many pockets it took a while to find what he wanted, "wait a moment, Lys, I have something for you."
He thought for a moment, tapped his palm, and went under his bed to pull out a garment similar to what he was wearing, starting to search.
"This, Aragog gave it to me. It seems to be something rare, but when I asked McGonagall and Pomona, they didn't know what it was. Luckily, it's very... shiny, and I thought you might like it."
Lys stared at the white stone in Hagrid's palm, feeling it looked very familiar... Wasn't this the enlarged version of the white stones Gabon took from her family's vault?
Sure enough, since Hagrid took it out of the box, Gabon's head hadn't turned away from the stone.
"Oh, does Gabon like it? Take it, smash off a couple of pieces, so you won't blow yourself up nearly to death just for a couple of decorative stones." Hagrid muttered as he refilled Lys's water cup.
Lys accepted the stone, took a sip of water, and noticed a broken wand in the small wooden box, slightly bent, with the broken end sticking out.
After hesitating, Lys asked, "Hagrid, is that your wand?"
Hagrid, in the midst of bundling his messy clothes, paused, kicked the box further under the bed.
"Oh, it's not important, I mean..." He sighed, blowing his beard to the sides of his lips, "Yes, it's my wand, but it was snapped by the Ministry of Magic, never mind, it's not important anymore."
Not hearing the sentiment of 'not important,' Lys felt he was about to cry.
Thinking of the potion ingredients that always cheered her mother up during holidays, Lys tentatively offered, "If you don't tell anyone, it requires a contract, your mouth is too big, I can try to fix it."
"What, how is that possible? Wand-making is a very advanced skill, only Ollivander can do it in Britain. I bought my wand from him, sixteen inches... boo hoo."
Lys was right; he was crying.
After cleaning Hagrid's beard full of snot, Lys tried five or six times before the contract was established: Today's events cannot be disclosed to anyone, intentional or accidental, when discussing this matter, words will be vague and indescribable.
"Oh, you have a high tolerance for spells, Hagrid. If I were weaker, I wouldn't have tried today, just sent me straight to the school hospital."
Sniffing, Hagrid's emotions settled a bit, and he started sobbing again, "Lys, you're the best Slytherin I've ever met, boo hoo hoo!"
"Stop crying, I'm not doing this to make you cry! Shut up! Silent!" Unable to stand it, Lys cast a silencing charm around herself.
Typical of not being able to stop you, I'll shut myself off.
Checking the wand, the core was unicorn tail hair, the wood was oak, although the wand wood was broken, the core still connected the two pieces, slightly wilted, but in this condition, it was considered good, worth a try.
Using a Transfiguration spell, she conjured a carving knife, recalled the contents of her mother's wand-making book that emphasized fate, and boldly began to carve.
Every sliver of wood that fell was picked up by Hagrid's large hands and stored in a biscuit tin, until the moon rose, Lys eased her nearly inseparable eyes, taking a short break.
Checking her pocket watch, she found there was still time, simply drank a cup of Hagrid's overly sweet special milk tea, and continued to work.
"It certainly won't match your Ollivander master, but give it a try, I think it can handle some non-intensive spells."
Clearly, Hagrid's academic performance wasn't great, nor did his magical power reach the level expected for his age, a Flaming Charm took several tries before sparking.
But he was happy, as happy as a one-ton child.
When he jumped up holding the wand, Lys felt the sofa tremble slightly.
"I should go, I suggest you disguise it a bit, as it might not be legal now." Lys glanced at her pocket watch and hurriedly said goodbye.
It wasn't about worrying about curfew, but according to her study plan, she still had two hundred pages of reading to finish today.
When she saw Hagrid the following week, he was holding a pink floral umbrella, Lys didn't understand, but she said nothing.
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