Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 20 Staff Core Suppliers

From morning to noon, and then to afternoon.

When Xilun looked up again, eight hours had passed.

He spent a full eight hours repairing this thing; it was more tiring than carving a whole new set.

Fortunately, the result was still good.

The wand, which had been divided into three parts, was put back together, and all the spiderweb-like cracks disappeared.

During this process, the healing charm that was already present in the wand played a significant role, greatly improving Siron's work efficiency.

"Is it fixed?" Hagrid asked anxiously.

He stood there while Xilun was working, without moving an inch.

"That's about it." Siren took out a long-necked bottle filled with green liquid and put the wand inside.

"The Rejuvenating Elixir will promote the regeneration of the wand, allowing the broken parts to heal. Combined with the original Repairing Charm, your wand will be restored to its original state in about a week."

"Really?" Hagrid's eyes lit up as he carefully took the bottle from Siren.

"Of course," Siren said. "If you need to use a wand, that's fine too, just put it back here later."

"That's wonderful, I don't know how to thank you enough..."

"That's easy, just bring me some materials related to magical creatures from the Forbidden Forest," Siron said with a smile, making no attempt to hide his purpose.

He'd had this idea for years, but he just hadn't had many opportunities to see Hagrid.

"Of course, no problem." Hagrid agreed almost without hesitation, and after scrambling around, he found a dirty mat.

"How about this?"

Hmm... a cushion made of unicorn hair.

"Forget about the unicorn." Xilun shook his head and didn't take it.

His grandfather Ollivander had already verified that the best unicorn staff core was made from a complete tail hair. Although Siron had the ability to make the other parts into a staff core, he didn't need to.

They are all the same magical creature. If the tail hair is the perfect 100-point material for the core, then even if the other parts are rubbed into a core, they can only reach 70 points, or even 50 points.

Why waste time making a defective product when there's a perfect one available?

Unless Hagrid can get his hands on a unicorn's heart... but even Ollivander couldn't get his hands on that, since unicorns merge into the earth very quickly after they die, so he didn't dare to hope for it.

Then Celen told Hagrid what he wanted.

Aside from unicorn tail hair, anything else is fine—shells, scales, fur, teeth—the main point is to accept everything. If there are any dead magical creatures, that would be even better.

Hagrid hesitated for a long time about this request.

"This is how wands are made," Siren said softly. "My grandfather spent ten years finding the three most suitable wand cores for him: unicorn, phoenix, and dragon."

"At the same time, this is a process I need to repeat; I also need to find my own core."

"But Mr. Ollivander has already found it, hasn't he?" Hagrid asked doubtfully. "Can't you use those cane cores?"

"It would work, but then I would never be able to become the best wand maker."

Why?

“Because I’m not my grandfather,” Celen said. “Let me put it this way, back in the last century, when my great-grandmother ran the wand shop, wizards’ wand cores were usually made of thunderbird feathers, scorpion stingers, and kelpie manes.”

"Can this stuff be used to make wands?" Hagrid asked.

“Of course,” Siren said. “The mane of the Kelpie makes the best Transfiguration wands, and the stinger of the scorpion is much more effective when casting dark magic, but my grandfather didn’t like them. He always thought the mane of the Kelpie smelled like seaweed.”

Hagrid listened with great interest, never expecting that the Ollivander family had such an interesting story.

He had always believed that the thousands of wands in the Diagon Alley shops, and the methods of making them, were passed down through generations.

"So you're also looking for your staff core?" Hagrid was starting to understand.

"You could say that," Xilun nodded hesitantly.

His situation is different; he cannot be considered a wand maker in the traditional sense.

After all, no one, not even his grandfather, great-grandmother, or even going back several centuries in the family tree, had ever managed to put a toad's tongue into a magic wand.

Therefore, he has more options to try and must start preparing as early as possible.

The Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts would be a good choice, and with Hagrid's help, he wouldn't have to worry about encountering any danger—a win-win situation.

In the evening, Celen left Hagrid's cabin.

Hagrid granted his request and also promised to help him find the Bowtruckle's nest.

After all, with the core in place, the staff itself couldn't be neglected. These were no big deal for Hagrid; he could take care of them while patrolling the Forbidden Forest.

However, Hagrid repeatedly warned Siron that he must not sneak into the Forbidden Forest, or he would not help him anymore.

Xilun readily agreed without hesitation.

He's only a first-grader; he'd be asking for trouble to go to the Forbidden Forest alone. Getting Hagrid's help is the safest option.

When Xilun returned to the castle, it was just in time for dinner.

Because it was the first weekend after the start of the school year, the Great Hall was bustling with activity. Even Dumbledore was there, sitting in the teachers' section chatting and laughing with Snape next to him.

Further to the left are Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout, who teaches Herbalism.

"Hey, Siron..."

Harry started waving from a distance, "Where have you been? We've been looking for you all day."

"I'm with Hagrid," Siron said. "Remember? I need to fix something for him."

"Hagrid..." Harry paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Ron beside him.

Ron happened to be looking at him too.

But after their eyes met, they both looked away at the same time.

That's why these two are completely incapable of keeping a secret. The way they're acting now, even Neville would notice something's wrong.

But Harry didn't say anything, and Siren didn't ask either.

He wasn't concerned with the savior's curiosity about the magical world; he had more important things to do.

Dinner was much more substantial than usual, with the addition of corn chowder and large pieces of pan-fried steak, and it tasted pretty good.

Harry and Ron were talking about Malfoy from Slytherin nearby. Siren overheard a few words and it seemed that they had met in the corridor that morning and had a verbal altercation.

Ron also asked for Siron's opinion, but Siron said nothing.

In fact, after he was sorted into Gryffindor, Malfoy's enthusiasm for him began to decline rapidly, and they didn't even speak to each other anymore.

For some reason, Malfoy still hasn't gotten his deposit back—the deposit he used to buy the color-changing spray on the ship.

It's about thirty Galleons.

They neither canceled the order nor paid the balance, as if they had forgotten about it.

But he wasn't in a hurry, and Xilun was even less in a hurry.

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