Blake skipped class again, spending the entire day sleeping happily. When he finally woke up, he discovered multiple diamond treasure chests in his system space. After a moment of surprise, he quickly realized the cause—the life-extending potions he had distributed had taken effect.
To ensure a high-quality treasure chest, Blake had generously gifted the potion to nearly every elder he knew, as well as some he didn't but had heard of. This extravagant giveaway cost him at least seven or eight thousand gold Galleons. However, the results spoke for themselves: the treasure chests in his system space confirmed his plan was a success.
Excited, he commanded, "Tongzi, synthesize the treasure chest!"
Silence.
"Ahem, system, synthesize the treasure chest."
[Ding! The treasure chest is being synthesized for the host!]
[Ding! The treasure chest was successfully synthesized. Congratulations to the host for obtaining a supreme treasure chest!]
Blake smirked. "I'm sticking with 'Tongzi'—it sounds nice. System, can I just call you Tongzi from now on?"
[Ding! The new name has been entered. The system alias is increased by one. The host can now wake the system by calling 'Tongzi.']
Blake blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected this feature.
"System! I want to change your name again!"
[Ding! The system alias has reached the upper limit! Name change application failed!]
"Then... can I modify the alias?"
[Ding! Once an alias is added, it cannot be modified!]
"Tsk! That's sloppy... If I'd known, I would've named you Xiao Tiantian."
For a moment, he regretted it. But his excitement returned quickly. He rubbed his hands together and gazed at the Supreme Treasure Chest in his system space. It had been a long time since he had opened a treasure chest of this caliber.
Since his middle and low-level treasure chests were already yielding redundant materials and skills, Blake had held out, steadily accumulating until he could synthesize a supreme chest.
He was still sitting on his bed, the evening approaching. His dormitory was empty—his roommates had finished potions class and gone for dinner. Not that Blake cared much. He had no intention of skipping Snape's class, despite his tendency to skip others. After all, Snape had extorted him for a lot of Galleons and, perhaps out of guilt, didn't bother scolding him for missing lectures. Besides, if Blake could brew something as absurd as life-extending potions, what use was a regular class?
His stomach grumbled slightly, but food could wait. Opening the treasure chest, however, could not.
"Alright, let's find a secluded place where no one will disturb me—"
[Ding! The command 'Tongzi, open the Supreme Treasure Chest' issued to the system alias has been recognized.]
Blake froze.
"Wait... wait a moment—"
[Ding! The system (alias Tongzi) is opening the Supreme Treasure Chest!]
"Ah? Damn it! I haven't drunk the lucky potion yet!"
Panic set in. If he had known, he wouldn't have changed the system's name. Now, his casual words were automatically recognized as commands. It was too late to regret. Without the luck potion, his haul was entirely dependent on fate.
"I've done good deeds... surely my luck is decent... right? Besides, a Supreme Treasure Chest can't be too disappointing."
He nervously watched as golden light emanated from the chest. The glow gradually faded, revealing an elongated silhouette.
"A wand? But I already have a wand..."
Blake was satisfied with his current custom wand—it was powerful, stylish, and adaptable. Why would he need another?
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Wishful Wand.]
His expression fell.
"Why was I so excited just now..."
The wand was just a simple gray stick. No decorations. No noticeable enhancements. Just... dull.
Disappointed, he reached for it. The moment his hand wrapped around it, he noticed something odd. The wand was warm, smooth—almost jade-like. It didn't feel like wood at all.
Curious, he pointed it at a nearby chair.
The chair immediately floated upward.
Blake blinked.
No incantation. No silent spell. Just a thought.
His heart pounded. He pointed at a crumpled piece of parchment. The paper straightened, becoming as good as new. The writing on it disappeared instantly.
"This... is a bit much!"
Previously, even his advanced magic required mentally reciting an incantation. But with this wand, spells activated instantly, purely based on thought.
Testing further, he waved the wand at the blank parchment. The erased words reappeared.
His breath hitched.
Ordinarily, text removed by a Vanishing Spell couldn't be restored—even with a Repair Spell. But now, with just a single thought, he had reversed the irreversible.
"So this is why it's called the Wishful Wand..."
Skip spells. Cast magic instantly. As long as he wished for it, it happened.
Blake grinned.
"My custom wand? Who? Never heard of it! Elder Wand? Please, don't come near me—I don't want my Wishful Wand to misunderstand."
Just as he admired his new acquisition, the system chimed again.
[Ding! An object that can be copied has been detected!]
[Ding! Ability is being copied!]
Blake's eyes widened as he watched a thin, translucent connection form between the Wishful Wand and his custom wand.
"Copying..."
His heart raced.
"Does this mean the Wishful Wand can replicate my custom wand's abilities?"
Moments later, the system beeped again.
[Ding! Copying complete!]
Blake quickly checked the Wishful Wand. To his amazement, it had absorbed the power-enhancing and customization features of his original wand.
"This... makes up for its only weakness!"
Ecstatic, he immediately accessed the customization interface.
An hour later, he had transformed the once-dull gray wand into a masterpiece. It was now sleek black, with exquisite dark gold engravings. A golden dragon coiled along its length, exuding an aura of elegance and power.
He admired his work, completely forgetting his hunger.
At that moment, the dormitory door swung open. His roommate, Roger Malone, walked in, offering a casual greeting.
"Blake, good evening."
His friendly smile froze the moment he noticed something on the table.
Blake followed his gaze and saw the parchment—the same one he had restored earlier.
Roger's face paled. "You... how did you fix that?! I'd already..."
His panic was evident. Blake, now intrigued, read the first line.
"Dear Wayne Hopkins, I am your dearest roommate, Roger Malone..."
A shiver ran down Blake's spine.
Well now. Looks like I've stumbled upon something extraordinary.
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