“He recommended the fertilizer, actually,” Neville replied. “I should be able to take him a cutting this time next year, to see if they’ll be good for wands.”
If that was the case, Neville would receive a great deal more financial support from the wandmaker, enough to tend the grove to maturity.
“I’d love to work with him, but I’m trying not to get my hopes up.”
Wands couldn’t be made from just any wood, the trees they came from were grown by the best. Neville wasn’t sure just yet if that was him, but he wasn’t going to give up yet.