Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 71 The Wisdom of the Old Wand Master

"Sirlen, I'm afraid I can't offer you any useful advice."

At 267 Diagon Alley, on the second floor of Ollivander's Wand Shop, Garrick Ollivander stared at the five wands laid out on the table in front of him, a hint of daze flashing in his eyes.

Last year, Celen created a wand with the heart nerve of the Red Hat as its core, and he was so surprised that he couldn't sleep for several days.

Now that magic wand seems to have become just an ordinary one.

Let's look at the others...

A whole giant spine, a wizard's hair, a unicorn's soul, and something else whose nature is unknown but is definitely not a good thing.

These things were practically crushing Garrick's understanding, piecing it back together, then crushing it again... This process was repeated four times.

But then, Siron asked him some questions... how to shrink the troll's spine to the size of a normal staff core, and how to quickly choose a staff shaft that matched the wizard's hair...

I don't know!

It's true that he's been making wands for nearly a hundred years, but he's never used such an outrageous material as a whole troll spine!

The experience accumulated over centuries seemed to suddenly become useless when facing Xilun.

This made Garrick always wonder what Siren had gone through at Hogwarts.

"Let's put everything else aside for now." Garrick picked up the wand on the table that looked the most normal, but was also the one he considered the most abnormal.

"How did you manage to turn a wizard's hair into a wand?"

"Is there a problem?" Siron asked. "Didn't you also make a wand that holds a Veela's hair in place...?"

"Veeps are not wizards," Garrick said. "Even if they can become exactly like witches, or even marry wizards, Veeps are still magical creatures at their core, and their magic is completely different from that of wizards."

"I have tried using wizards' hair, but without exception, I have failed, including my grandfather and my great-grandfather."

Garrick then explained in detail the reasons for the failure.

The existence of a wand is equivalent to making up for the wizard's lack of magic power, just like two semi-circular magnets, one positive and one negative, which together form a complete circle.

This is why most wizards can only cast spells with a wand, and only a small number of elites can perfect their magic through continuous learning, which is known as wandless spellcasting.

Among these, the magic of magical creatures is "negative," completely different from the "positive" magic of wizards themselves, as can be seen from Hogwarts.

Hogwarts has magic that prevents Apparition, but it has no effect on house-elves and phoenixes; that's the difference in magic power.

And the wizard's hair naturally belongs to the "positive pole," so how could two positive poles be put together?

Upon hearing Garrick's explanation, Celen sat up straight in surprise.

"Wait, has this kind of wand never existed before?"

"That's not entirely true," Garrick said, frowning. "The invincible Andrews, the core of his wand is his own teeth."

"That's good then." Xilen shrugged. "Anyway, I did manage to make it."

"And the results?" Garrick asked eagerly.

"I don't know." Celen thought for a moment, then continued, "However, I've heard that Professor McGonagall finds it quite useful."

"Where are the others?"

"I find it quite convenient to use."

"Is that what I meant?" Garrick blushed and simply picked up the wand and waved it lightly.

"The orchids are in full bloom!"

The wand shook violently a few times, then sparks flew from its tip, nearly setting Garrick's hair on fire.

But Garrick didn't care at all; his eyes shone like light bulbs.

"As expected... but..." He sighed, his expression somewhat complicated, as if he had already guessed this would happen, but also felt a little surprised.

It's already incredible that he can't use the wand at all, but Minerva McGonagall can, and the spark just now was also a kind of magic.

"Is it because the magical reaction from the hair isn't strong?" Garrick almost pressed his eyes against his wand, muttering to himself.

"In addition to your unique wand core magic, this has catalyzed a completely new magical transformation."

He then held the wand upright, stroking the shaft with his fingers and tapping it lightly at intervals.

"A magical resonance I've never seen before... It's just too monotonous... Oh, no, that's the key point... I see... It's amazing, a way of thinking I never considered before..."

"Sirlen, can I borrow it for a while?" Garrick couldn't help but ask.

"Ah, no problem, of course," Xilen said, pursing her lips as she came to her senses.

Although Siron had witnessed similar situations many times before, the magical knowledge that Garrick displayed each time still amazed him.

When making the five-legged monster's staff core, it was Garrick who recommended the bamboo staff body, but in Xiren's memory, he had almost never used this material before.

As for the wizard's hair staff core, although Xilun made it, he doesn't understand the underlying principles.

Garrick figured it out in just a few minutes; otherwise, he'd be a top wand maker.

Seeing Garrick's eyes light up, Siron asked curiously, "Can you make wands like this?"

"Not now," he said.

"Is that okay later?"

"Never again." Garrick looked away from the wand and said seriously, "The wands I make may not suit everyone, but they will never be for just one person."

"Of course, this is my insistence, not yours." He looked at Xilen and smiled. "You should find your own path, even if it's different from mine and from all Ollivanders, it doesn't matter."

Xilun didn't speak for a while, then muttered under his breath, "The way you're saying that makes it sound like I'll change my mind if you disagree."

This time, it was Garrick's turn to remain silent.

"But Grandfather, since you don't know how to make this kind of wand, why waste your time researching it?" Siren changed the subject.

"The goblins in Gringotts never feel they have too much treasure, even if they don't need it at all," Garrick said. "To me, a wand is treasure."

Xilun nodded as if he understood, then pointed to the other three wands, "What about these? I won't need them during my vacation anyway, so I can lend them all to you."

"No need," Garrick said without hesitation, though his lips twitched involuntarily.

He likes wands, but only if he can understand them.

Just as fairies love treasure but dare not steal the Galleons from Dumbledore's pocket, Garrick couldn't figure out how or what magic he could use to fit an entire unicorn into the twelve-inch-long staff.

This problem could drive all wand makers crazy.

To avoid getting trapped in endless confusion and mystery, Garrick Ollivander's wisdom and eighty years of life experience were desperately telling him—give up this thing!

The same logic applies to the remaining two; just give them to Xilun.