Harry Potter Wand Flexibility Novels & Stories

I shrug. “Sure, but a person can know how to bake and how to cook, that doesn’t mean they love both. Most of them have a preference. I’m okay at spellwork, but it’s very rigid. You have to follow strict rules and even the slightest variation can have catastrophic effects. It is not something you can stop part way or change your mind about. You need to be completely confident in the spell and commit to it completely. Potions are a little more relaxed. You can mix and match and see how it turns up. Sure it can still go wrong, but it’s usually more intentional and easier to control. The physical ingredients are easy to measure, controlling thoughts and staying focussed for a spell is harder.” I

“Are there any other details you can remember? Even the tiniest piece of information can be helpful.” I shook my head, then realizing she couldn’t see me, I said, “No. Nothing else that I can think of—Oh, wait. Actually, there is one more thing that probably is significant. His wand was kind of strange. It was made of a red stone, but instead of the sides being smooth, they were faceted. For a second, when I first saw it, I thought it was made of ruby…” My words hung in the air, as Vee cracked open her eyes and pinned me with an intense stare. “Not a ruby,” she said. “A faceted red diamond.”

She cries silently, Merlin tries to hold her other hand, but she wriggles her hand free of him. “I am truly sorry, for everything I’ve put you through. If I’d had any say, I would not have done this. Any of it.” Ash nods and Kai moves to the bed with the children on as Merlin turns to inspect them. He pulls out a wand from a pocket which grows as he holds it into a long wooden staff, it was solid looking but also appears ancient, with a cluster of pale-green crystals fused into the top of it. He waves it in a circle, and a swirl of sparks flies from the crystal.

he said and recited a ritual afterward. As Hunter was saying all those things, my mind was busy inspecting the woman's figure. I think I know her. She looks familiar to me. Soon, the woman moved. "She's moving," Conrad declared. "Thanks to uncle," Greg said proudly. "It's the wand that healed her," Hunter reckoned. "But it won't heal if you are not the one who uses it, right?" Greg insisted. "Wands can't just be used by anyone," Hunter spoke. "They only follow their master's command. So, yes, I cured her." Hunter surrendered. His nephew won't stop so he just agreed.

“Is that yours?” “Yes, I was trying to throw a stronger laser spell to cut off his hands, but it was as if the spell got stuck in the wand and it burned it inside-out.” “It happens. We aren’t witches. For us, a wand acts mainly as a conduit and amplifier for our energy. If we load it with too much energy at once or try to cast a spell too strong for it, it can shortcircuit the wand and burn it. Tomorrow is Sunday, I’m sure Martha can take you to Glasgow so you can get yourself a new wand. You had a beginner one, make sure to buy a more advanced one this time,” said Borin.

It fit snugly in her palm and she smiled at the warmth. “It’s made from the branch of a four-hundred-year-old white oak, soaked in holy water, until the color was bleached out of it. The end, past those markings, is carved from the scapula bone of an angel.” Serenity’s gaze snapped to the end of the wand, as her hand flew open. She turned it, noticing for the first time, the small holes in the end, the webbing of bone. She stared at it, wondering if she should put it back. She didn’t want anything to do with angels… But the more she held it, the more she was convinced, it was hers and hers alone.

"The best wands are between twelve and fifteen inches long. And you don't want them too thin or the magic projecting through it could shatter. But you don't want it too thick that it becomes heavy and uncomfortable either." "How do we know the difference?" My face burns when half the class turns to stare at me. "I mean, I've never made a wand before, what if mine is too thin but seems fine to me?" "A good guideline, Brene, is to find a branch that's about the same diameter as your middle finger or a little thicker at one end that will be the base-the part you'll hold. Oh, and it's perfectly fine that the branch isn't super straight, just not one that's a severe angle. But gnarly or slightly

Every breath made the chain sway slightly, sending fresh waves of sensation through my abused nerves. Dread washed over me when he picked up something that looked like a giant wand with a large, rounded head. It was sleek and dark, almost elegant in design, yet somehow more threatening than anything else on that table.

Dimitri questioned “can’t you just make it where the angels can’t possess Renee and her children.” “Well sure that will take care of one problem, but what about the vampire attack?” “Can’t you just block them?” “The wand is dangerous, it’s not always direct if I word it wrong it might end up killing all of them.” “I don’t understand” “Think of the wand as lazy it will take the shortest route and if I say don’t allow the vampires to attack it can prevent that however it wants to like by killing them all, or any number of crazy things.” I sighed “there is a reason I vowed to never use it again. Other than taking away immortality completely on earth I don’t know how to solve everything without

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.