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The moment the completed wand settled into his hand, Kael felt a fundamental shift in his connection to magic. If the power within him was a vast reservoir, then the wand was the master valve, controlling the outflow with precision and grace. His previous wandless casting, in comparison, was like crudely punching holes in the dam. While water could still flow, it was a chaotic, uncontrolled torrent. The slightest miscalculation could lead to a catastrophic burst, a flood of magic that could endanger his very life.

More importantly, for spells of the same power, the wand reduced the magical cost to a mere tenth of what wandless casting required. The output was stable and continuous, and the difficulty of casting plummeted. Kael gripped the wand, a thrill of joy coursing through him. With this tool, his power could finally begin to truly flourish.

Kael was no purist who believed wandless casting was inherently superior. He understood that the ability to create and use tools was a hallmark of advancement. The wand was to the wizard what the sharpened spear was to the ancient hunter. It was this mastery of tools that allowed wizards to overpower fearsome magical creatures and become masters of their world. Otherwise, if it were solely a matter of raw, wandless power, many magical creatures in his old world were born with innate magical abilities. Goblins and House-elves could perform powerful wandless magic, even ignoring Anti-Apparition Jinxes to appear in places like Hogwarts. Yet, one became the banker for wizards, and the other, their servant, both existing in a state of dependence.

Of course, Kael had no intention of abandoning his wandless practice. There was always the possibility of being disarmed, and in such a scenario, he refused to be reduced to a helpless Squib.

With his new wand in hand, Kael excitedly tested every spell he had learned. One after another, they succeeded on the first try, their power far exceeding his previous wandless attempts.

Tom and Goldberry had watched the final stages of his wand-making with keen interest. Seeing Kael effortlessly conjure various magical effects, Tom's childlike curiosity was piqued, and he eagerly asked to have a turn with the wand. Kael, equally curious to see what would happen, handed it over and taught him a few simple incantations.

Tom gave the wand a playful wave. But instead of the intended spell, a stream of shimmering golden notes flowed from the tip, emitting a joyous melody imbued with a strange and potent magic. The music grew, the golden notes spreading outwards, until the melody echoed throughout the entire forest. Under the influence of the song, the lingering resentment of the trees was soothed, and a deep peace settled over the woods.

Kael, standing closest, felt it most profoundly. The music washed over him, filling him with an incredible, unforced joy that seemed to bubble up from the very core of his being. It was not the artificial happiness of a Cheering Charm; it was genuine. Surrounded by this melody, he felt fearless, as if no sadness or negative emotion could ever touch him again.

What amazed Kael was not just that Tom could use the wand, but that he had produced such beautiful, powerful magic with it, a magic entirely different from his own. Tom explained that while he could replicate the effects of Kael's spells, the essence of his own magic—the magic of song—was fundamentally different.

Kael was not surprised, but he was fascinated. This musical magic seemed to lack destructive power, yet its potential was immense. It could cleanse the soul of negative emotions, filling it with light and joy. Such magic could be a powerful counter to the corrupting influence of the Dark Arts.

Although Kael had not yet learned any Dark Arts, he knew that while they offered great power, they inevitably came with a price, twisting the caster's appearance, soul, and even their mind. It was why the wizarding world so strictly forbade them. Kael had a premonition that as he signed in at more locations, he would inevitably acquire Dark spells. To grow stronger, he knew he couldn't afford to shy away from them.

Therefore, upon encountering magic that could generate such pure, positive emotions, Kael was deeply moved. He shamelessly asked Tom if he could learn it. Tom, ever generous, readily agreed.

What Kael hadn't expected was that Tom's first lesson would be to teach him how to sing. According to Tom, this musical magic had no specific incantation; it was music born from the heart. To cast it successfully, one needed to sing loudly and with genuine emotion. The stronger the feeling, the more potent the magical effect.

Kael, whose singing voice was serviceable but far from remarkable, felt a deep sense of embarrassment. His face flushing, he followed Tom's lead, word by word, learning to sing with feeling while his new music teacher constantly reminded him to pour more emotion into it. Goldberry sat among her water lilies, weaving cloth, a gentle, amused smile on her face as she watched the lively scene.

Finally, Kael learned the basics. As he waved his wand, nimble golden notes now darted from the tip, hopping and skipping, emitting a cheerful, if simple, tune. It was a far cry from Tom's forest-encompassing symphony; his music could only be heard at close range. But Kael was deeply satisfied. He also discovered he could achieve the same effect by singing aloud, though he much preferred the less socially awkward method of using his wand.

After staying with Tom and Goldberry for some time, Kael, now armed with his first wand and the knowledge of musical magic, felt he was prepared. He officially bid farewell to the couple, ready to venture into the Barrow-downs. His goal was twofold: to find a legendary blade sharp enough to carve the heartwood and to see if the ancient burial ground was a place he could sign in.

Perhaps because they had lived so long and witnessed so many partings, Tom and Goldberry did not try to hold him back. At his departure, Tom gave Kael a map of the Barrow-downs that he had drawn himself, with the location of the tomb he sought clearly marked. Goldberry, meanwhile, presented him with a perfectly fitting black wizard's cloak and robe, trimmed with silver thread. Woven from black swan feathers and silver silk, it was inspired by the garb of the other Wizards of Middle-earth.

More than just clothing, Goldberry had blessed it. The robe was enchanted to be perpetually clean and unnaturally durable, while the cloak possessed a subtle concealing magic, making him less conspicuous to watchful eyes.

Kael was overwhelmed by the precious gifts. "Goldberry," he stammered, deeply moved, "this is too valuable! I have done nothing to deserve such kindness."

"Take it," Goldberry said with a gentle smile, pressing the robes into his arms. "This is from Tom and me. Your future is destined to be a journey of constant wandering. We hope this gift brings you a little warmth."

"Take it, Kael," Tom added. "Don't disappoint Goldberry's kindness; she spent several days weaving it for you."

Kael finally accepted and, at their urging, changed into the new attire. His old clothes, the ones he had worn since his arrival, were tattered and held together only by repeated Mending Charms. Now, dressed in the flowing black robes, his entire demeanor changed. Enveloped by the enchanted cloak, he looked powerful and mysterious.

He truly looked like a wizard.

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