He found a wand. Nobody checked his credentials. The rest is mostly smoke, property damage and very questionable magic.
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Not a roadmap. Not a prophecy. Just the documented history of one wizard who should never have been allowed near a wand.
No academy. No apprenticeship. No license. Just a crooked stick glowing behind a dumpster and a level of confidence nobody could explain.
He aimed at a candle. The roof disappeared. Nobody knows where it went. He called the experiment “mostly successful.”
Every warning was ignored. Every spell got worse. Somehow the robe survived, the wand still sparks, and the wizard refuses to stop.
Splintered wood. Unknown origin. Zero safety testing. Sparks at random. The wizard insists it is “basically professional grade.”
There is no spellbook because he lost it. There is no teacher because the teacher left. There is no license because, apparently, that was “optional.”
Follow the wizard, enter the spellbook and witness whatever goes wrong next.