Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 23 Professor McGonagall and the Flying Broomstick

The progress of the hair wand has not been smooth, mainly because it is difficult for Siron to find a wand body that matches Professor McGonagall's hair.

Wizards have such distinct personalities that they subconsciously reject things they don't like.

Oak, grapevines, beech... In the past few days, Xilun has tried all the materials he carries with him, but not only is none of them usable, he also accidentally broke two strands of hair.

This left Siron feeling down for several days, and he hesitated whether to wait until the weekend to go to Hagrid and ask him to take him on a trip to the Forbidden Forest.

As a troubled man walked through the common room, he was stopped by Harry and Ron, who suddenly appeared.

"Hey, Celen, what's wrong with you these past few days? You've been so listless." Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Yes," Hermione said, walking over. "You've been late three times already, which has cost Gryffindor twenty points..."

"Why are you saying all this?" Ron glared at her first, then turned around. "We just wanted to ask what's wrong with you, maybe we can help you."

"Ah, it's nothing." Xilun rubbed his face, realizing that he had been a bit too obsessive these past two days.

Making a magic wand from a wizard's hair is no easy task; it's impossible to do it in just a day or two.

"Sorry." Xiren tried to clear her head. "Oh, I'll find a way to make up for the points I lost."

"That doesn't matter. Snape will find a way to deduct points from us anyway, even if you're not late," Ron said, glaring at Hermione again. Hermione turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

By the way, Siron was late for Potions class yesterday and got a 15-point deduction.

"What class is next?" Xilun asked.

"Flying," Harry said, eliciting a chorus of sighs.

"What, you guys don't like flight lessons?" Siren asked.

"No, we just don't want to attend classes with Slytherin." Ron pointed to a notice posted behind the door.

[Gryffindor freshmen, please proceed to the area in front of the castle gates at 3:30 PM on Thursday to learn broomstick flying with the Slytherin students. —Rolanda Hooch]

No wonder.

Gryffindor and Slytherin dislike each other and always argue whenever they meet. They usually only have Potions class together, so they can tolerate it. But now they have an additional Flying class.

"There's nothing we can do; the school's arrangements can't be changed," Xilun said. "We'll just pretend they don't exist."

"That's all we can do," Harry said dejectedly. "But I don't think Malfoy will pretend he didn't see me making a fool of myself on a flying broomstick."

Xilun did not speak.

Harry's worries were clearly unnecessary, but he didn't know it himself, and even if he told him, he wouldn't believe it.

Siron wasn't very interested in flying brooms.

Because he needs to use one hand to steady the broom while flying, it is inconvenient to use the wand, which makes him feel very insecure.

So normally Siren prefers to stand on solid ground, unless he can fly on his wand...

Ok?

and many more.

Siron looked at the wand that Madam Hooch had placed at his feet and suddenly blinked.

The wooden handle of this flying broom looks just like a giant magic wand.

The more I look at it, the more it resembles a magic wand. The proportions of its length and thickness are exactly the same as the standard for a magic wand.

Xilun instinctively reached out his hand, wanting to take a closer look.

With a thought, the flying broom on the ground immediately jumped into his hand.

"A perfect demonstration. I couldn't have done any better," Ms. Hodge exclaimed. "Two points for Gryffindor, but I must say, please raise your hand before demonstrating next time. This time, I'll pass."

Siron didn't hear what Ms. Hodge was saying at all; his attention was now focused on the wooden handle of the flying broom.

It's perfect... Although the surface of the wooden handle is a bit rough, there are no cracks, which means that there is no damage inside the handle.

Siren took out his wand and gently tapped it on the surface.

The broom handle unfurled like rolled-up paper, turning into a dozen thin pieces of wood in the blink of an eye.

Xilun picked up a sheet at random and examined the texture on it carefully.

It's fir wood, and the highest quality fir wood at that, judging from its condition, it's about a hundred years old.

It's well-maintained; once you remove the rough outer part, the inner wood is smooth and delicate, looking as if it has been carefully polished with wax.

To be honest, Xilun's behavior of dismantling the broom without saying a word was not allowed, but no one around stopped him, not even Ms. Huo Qi, who acted as if she didn't see it.

...Okay, she really didn't see it.

Because everyone's attention is now focused on the sky.

Perhaps because Siren had reminded him to be careful before class, Neville seemed particularly nervous. Later, he even misunderstood Ms. Hooch's command and rode off on his broomstick.

Then he slammed his head against the wall opposite.

Ms. Hooch has taken him to the school hospital, and now Harry and Malfoy are fighting over the memory orb he accidentally dropped.

Everyone was watching them fly, completely oblivious to the fact that Xilun had already dismantled his broom into eight pieces.

Ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall hurried over from the castle.

"Falling straight down from that height... How could you dare... Alright, Potter, come with me."

"Also, Ollivander, damaging brooms is not allowed in school. Two points will be deducted from Gryffindor. If you can't fix it by the next class, twenty points will be deducted!"

No one answered.

"Mr. Ollivander, are you listening to me?" Professor McGonagall was getting angry; her glasses flashed with fury.

Hermione punched Celeste hard.

"Put the broom back in its original position, immediately!" Professor McGonagall repeated.

Although he hadn't paid attention to what had just happened, Xilun could guess a little, and immediately nodded in agreement.

Professor McGonagall's expression softened, and she led the dejected Harry away from the area.

"You're incredibly reckless," Hermione couldn't help but say. "Why did you vandalize the school brooms?"

"No, I didn't do anything wrong," Siron said, taking another wand from his pocket.

Based on his observations, he had determined that the broom handle met all the requirements for making the staff, and no additional modifications were needed.

I don't know if there are any magic runes engraved on it. There wasn't enough time to look closely. If there aren't, he might really be able to fly on the "magic wand".

Siren held his wand upright, intending to fix it first and deal with Professor McGonagall later.

But this movement caused a strand of hair hanging from the wand to fall off.

Her hair was flung into the air and then floated down, landing perfectly on a piece of wood.

The hair that Professor McGonagall gave him, after the previous experiment failed, was casually put into Siron's pocket.

At this moment, the hair was stuck tightly to the cut surface of the wooden piece, fitting perfectly. Even if Xilun shook it hard, he couldn't shake it off. It felt like it was glued to it.

"This..." Xilun twitched the corner of his mouth, a sense of absurdity rising in his heart.

It seems he's found a matching material for the staff... no, I should say his hair found it itself.

Professor McGonagall's hair, and the (flying broomstick) that represents Quidditch...

Okay, that makes sense!