Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 61 The Wand, Silver Mane

When Hagrid led Harry and the others out of the Forbidden Forest, it was already daylight.

Filch was waiting by the cabin, and when he saw the group emerge from the Forbidden Forest intact, a look of disappointment immediately appeared on his face.

"What a pity..." Filch muttered to himself as he stepped forward, but before he could say anything more, he was pushed aside by a large hand.

Hagrid glared angrily at Malfoy.

"I'll tell Professor Snape about you scaring my classmates in the Forbidden Forest!"

Malfoy didn't care at all; he knew very well that Snape wouldn't punish him.

"How boring! Can we go back now?" Malfoy said, grumbling as he headed towards the castle without waiting for Hagrid's reply.

"I really wish I could be lying in a warm dorm room at night, instead of in a boring and gloomy forest."

"That idiot... sorry, I meant Slytherin." Hagrid glanced at Filch, then whispered to Siren, "So, those centaurs really didn't steal the unicorn's carcass?"

"No," Xilun said firmly.

Harry glanced at Hillon and nodded vigorously.

"That's strange. How did the unicorn's corpse suddenly disappear?" Hagrid scratched his head, turned around, and went into his cabin.

Siron, Harry, and Neville followed Filch back to the castle.

Throughout the journey, Harry frequently turned his head, looking at Siron with a hint of something in his eyes, but he didn't say anything until they arrived at the Great Hall.

Having spent the night in the Forbidden Forest, they were starving, and their only thought was to have a hearty breakfast.

Ron, Hermione, and the Weasley brothers were also there; they had also just finished their confinement and arrived hungry.

Although it wasn't breakfast time yet, once they sat down, a mountain of toasted bread, along with fragrant sausages and bacon, appeared on the table.

Xilun took out his wand and waved it gently, spreading fresh cranberry jam evenly on the surface of the toast.

"Does this kind of thing really require magic?" Fred was a little confused.

"I feel like I'm seeing myself when I first started school, wanting to solve everything with magic." George put down the pumpkin juice jug. "But I stopped doing that a long time ago."

Helen ignored him and continued to spread jam and cut sausages with her wand.

"It's so beautiful!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly. "I've never seen such a beautiful wand before. Did you make this too?"

"It's just a wand..." Ron hadn't paid any attention to it at first, but when he subconsciously looked up, he was stunned.

"Yes, I think it's beautiful too," said Celen, gently stroking the new wand in her hand.

Silver Mane

[The Whomping Willow (unicorn), Cerberus's teeth, twelve and a half inches]

[Status: Perfect]

【Trait: Arrogance: Unicorns will suppress the opponent's wand type and reduce the compatibility between the two (even if it becomes a wand, Unicorns will still look down on all living beings equally)

Holy: White magic effects +50%, casting speed +30%, spell range +30%; Black magic effects -90%.

Purification: When using magic against curses and dark creatures, the effect is increased by 100%.

Magic Breaker: Increases attack magic penetration by 20%, with a chance to directly destroy the opponent's defensive magic.

Tear: After magic deals damage to the target, the counterspell effect is reduced by 30%.

[Exclusive Magic: Splendor Monocerotis - The spirit of a unicorn leaps from the staff core and charges at the target with full force.]

Siron had never seen such an outrageous wand. He had always thought the unicorn was the core, but in reality, it was the Cerberus's tooth, and the unicorn had become part of the wand.

Even more outrageous are the five positive traits, with the lowest being a 20% bonus and the highest reaching an astonishing 100%.

Judging from the effects, the first three should have been provided by the unicorn, and the last two belonged to the Cerberus, which also fits their position in the wand.

In addition, this is the first and only wand that Xiren has ever seen that has a name and its own spell.

Silver mane.

Xiren took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the urge to try that exclusive magic.

He even had a fleeting thought: the legendary Elder Wand is probably just like this.

It's a pity that Dumbledore didn't bring the Elder Wand with him when he went to the headmaster's office last time, otherwise he could have compared the differences between the two.

"Oh, I know!" George suddenly shouted, attracting everyone's attention.

"This is the wand you made from the willow branch, isn't it!"

"Yes, that's right." Xilun nodded.

"Incredible!" Fred exclaimed. "I've never seen a wand with gold patterns before. It looks familiar. If the tip were a little thinner, it would look exactly like a unicorn's horn."

"Hmm..." Harry looked up, opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.

"If you like this wand, there are ways to make it work," Siron said.

"Forget it," Fred waved his hand. "We don't have the money to buy a second wand right now. The Whomping Willow must be very expensive."

"No, I didn't mean for you to buy new wands, it's this." Celen took out a thumb-sized bottle and placed it on the table.

"Wand coloring spray," Siren explained. "Just spray it on your wand, and you can easily change it to your preferred color."

"Impossible," George blurted out. "We've already tried it; no dye can adhere to the staff, not even with magic."

"That's because you can't do it," Xilun chuckled. "Do you remember my last name?"

"Olivendine... Oh!" The Weasley brothers both looked on in realization.

"How much is this?" they asked eagerly.

"Ten gallons a bottle," Siren said. "But since we're both in solitary confinement, I can give you a minimum discount, one gallon."

"That's a tenfold discount!" George clicked his tongue. "How can you still make a profit?"

"You can make a lot of money," Celen said.

"..."

"You're such a shrewd businessman."

The two looked at Xilun with disgust.

"It's alright," Siren said. "The green and silver ones cost thirty gallons a bottle, and there are no discounts."

"That's perfect."

Finally, Fred and George bought the gold and red sprays respectively, while Hermione hesitated for a moment before buying a blue one.

One gallon isn't cheap for her, but the school year is almost over, and her remaining allowance is enough to cover the expense.

Ron wanted to buy it too, but he didn't have the money and could only watch longingly.

Ten minutes later, the group finished their breakfast and left the auditorium.

Back in his dorm, Neville threw himself onto his bed and fell asleep within seconds.

The first class this morning is at 10:00, so they can take a little more time to sleep.

Ron was also incredibly sleepy, but before going to bed, he forced himself to ask Harry, "What's wrong? You were so quiet during breakfast, is something on your mind?"

"No, nothing," Harry said. "Ron, do you think unicorns could be used to make wand cores?"

"Of course you can." Ron yawned. "Have you forgotten? The core of my wand before was unicorn tail hair."

“Not just a tail,” Harry said. “It’s the whole unicorn.”

"What? Harry, are you talking in your sleep because you're too sleepy?"

Ron rolled over in bed, muttering, "A unicorn is so big, how could it be made into a wand core? Even giants can't use a wand that big."

“But I saw it with my own eyes, and Siren himself admitted it,” Harry said. “Hagrid just won’t believe it and insists Siren was joking. Could he really be joking?”

No one answered.

Ron was already asleep, and the sound of even breathing could be heard from behind the curtain.