Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 4 Savior, Wand, and Destiny

"Good afternoon." Ollivander immediately switched to business mode.

Xiren noticed that when he saw who it was, his eyes lit up instantly, like two bright moons in the dimly lit shop.

"Hello." The boy seemed a little reserved. After entering the room, he shrank back, trying not to touch anything around him, and would occasionally turn around to look at the giant.

"Oh yes, I knew I would see you soon, Harry Potter. Your eyes are just like your mother's when she came here to buy her first wand..."

Ollivander was lost in thought; he rarely spoke so much before reporting wand data.

But the more this happened, the more nervous Harry Potter became.

While the two were interacting, Celen's gaze remained fixed on Hagrid, noticing that half of a pink umbrella was peeking out from under the other's open coat.

And when Ollivander mentioned his broken wand, he gripped the umbrella tightly.

This pretense is pointless, especially in front of Siren.

Willow (Oak), Phoenix Tail Feather, 16 inches

【state:???】

[Characteristics: Indestructible. After some kind of alteration, this wand seems to have changed slightly; it's safe to say no one would want to be poked by it.]

The status line is blank, probably because it was broken and then repaired.

Perhaps Siren's gaze was too obvious, Hagrid felt a little guilty, tightened his coat to hide the umbrella, and slowly moved towards the gate.

"It's just... just an ordinary umbrella... nothing special..."

"I can fix it for you."

"What?" Hagrid stopped in his tracks, and his thick legs trembled involuntarily.

"I don't understand what you're talking about... It's just... an old umbrella, it doesn't need fixing... Yes, that's it."

"I don't think so." Siren shook his head and said thoughtfully, "Everyone thinks that the most important part of a wand is the core, but the truth is quite the opposite. The seemingly ubiquitous shaft is the most important component and hides the wand's true secret."

Hagrid's expression grew increasingly serious, but Ollivander, listening nearby, paid no attention, assuming that Siren was explaining the mysteries of the wand.

"Repairing the core isn't difficult, but the staff itself is different. Even if it's repaired with superhuman magic, it won't be the same as before. Over time, it might crack again. In that case, we'll need to wrap it with magic tape again, or use another layer of wood to secure it, like... an umbrella handle."

"What should we do then..." Hagrid blurted out, then clutched his chest again after realizing what he had said.

"I...I was just curious."

"It's simple to completely repair a wand," Siren said, pretending not to see his movements. "All you need is to find a highly skilled wandmaker, like Ollivander."

Hagrid became increasingly serious, but at that moment, Siren suddenly turned around and went back behind the counter.

"You must be a professor at Hogwarts too. It's a pleasure to meet you." Siren stopped there and didn't continue.

Even when Hagrid looked over, he simply raised his head and gave a bright, sunny smile typical of an eleven-year-old.

Hagrid, however, was different.

Siron was absolutely right. After decades, his repaired wand was covered in cracks, so he had to wrap it with another layer of willow wood to secure it.

Although Dumbledore was highly skilled and the cracks did not affect his ability to cast spells, it was still a minor inconvenience.

Hagrid had always wanted to fix it.

Unexpectedly, Xilun gave him a pleasant surprise, but then stopped talking at the most important point.

He stood there frozen, staring at Xilen, his expression incredibly distressed, and that expression remained until they left the shop.

The shop door opened and closed again, and Harry left with longing for the magical world.

Ollivander looked through the dusty glass at the two increasingly blurry figures and sighed.

"Is this fate? He did take that magic wand after all."

Xilun shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

A few days ago, Ollivander rummaged through his belongings and found a wand from ten years ago... the one he had labeled as a legendary, golden, high-end item.

It seems Ollivander knew Harry Potter would be coming to Diagon Alley soon and started preparing back then?

Tsk, what a cunning wand maker.

Fortunately, Ollivander was unaware of what filial piety was on Siren's mind, and continued:

"I've also considered giving him other options."

"Other options?"

Ollivander didn't explain, but simply pointed to the large pile of wands on the table that Harry Potter had tried.

None of these are suitable.

Xilun glanced around and narrowed his eyes.

Beech wood, symbolizing wisdom, and the heart and nerves of a powerful fire dragon, can only win the favor of a wise and courageous wizard.

Maple, phoenix tail feathers... continuous growth and hope.

Ebony, unicorn tail hair... In the pursuit of power, do not forget loyalty.

In the wand language passed down through generations of the Ollivander family, these combinations are almost all based on the savior's character, but none of them fit.

Harry still chose the wand that was intertwined with his destiny.

Holly: purity, rebirth.

Phoenix tail feathers: hope, rebirth.

After learning about wands, Siron realized that these two materials shouldn't actually be combined because there was overlap.

Only by dying once can one be reborn.

And purity—is it the purity of the soul? Voldemort's fragment of soul?

Xiren suddenly regretted it; he shouldn't have kept staring at Hagrid, the future materials supplier.

I should have watched more Harry Potter movies.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ollivander's voice brought Siron back to his senses.

"It's nothing." He shook his head. "It's just that when I was thinking about choosing a college, I didn't know which one I would be assigned to."

"That's fine, as long as it's at Hogwarts," Ollivander blurted out. "I almost forgot, you haven't chosen a wand for yourself yet."

As he spoke, he suddenly became interested.

"How about it, do you need me to pick one out for you?"

"A new wand?" Siren blinked.

"Do I need it?" Before Ollivander could speak, he pulled out a handful of... let's call them wands.

Unlike traditional vertical wands, the ones that Siron brought out were somewhat unconventional.

Curved, semi-circular, perfectly round, right-angled, Z-shaped, lightning bolt-shaped... a whole bunch, probably seven or eight of them.

But there weren't only seven or eight; it's just that Xilun's hands are too small, so he can only hold that many.

Looking at those strangely shaped wands, several veins popped out on Ollivander's forehead, throbbing with each breath.

"At least it was passed down, it was passed down..."

Ollivander took a deep breath, trying to convince himself to try and accept new things.

After all, he had tried those wands, and they all worked.

Whether they work or not is another matter, but at least they work, and they really are magic wands, and that's enough.

Moreover, he was still carving wood when he was eleven years old, while Siron was already able to make real wands at the age of eleven, and more than one.

This talent is unmatched, not to mention him. Even if you go back several centuries from Ollivander's family tree, you won't find anyone who can compare.

So what if he likes to bend his wand into a round shape? It's no big deal. He can just swing it around and use it.

Before the next guest arrived, Ollivander finally convinced himself... well, maybe.

However, he never mentioned the new wand again after that, as if he had never said anything about it.

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