Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 36 The Giant's Magic Wand

The next day, Saturday, was also the day the Quidditch match began.

The fateful battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin began during mealtimes, with the students of the two houses locked in a tense standoff.

In particular, almost every player on both teams was accompanied by at least five older students to prevent them from being ambushed by the opposing team.

This has happened many times before, and both sides are very experienced.

"You don't need to eat so fast," Simon Finigan kindly reminded Siren, who was stuffing bread into his mouth. "It's only nine o'clock, and there are still two hours until the match starts."

Xilun didn't speak; his mouth was full.

He casually took the large bottle of pumpkin juice that Neville handed him, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and then swallowed what was in his mouth.

"I'm not here to watch the game." Xiren glanced at the time, stood up, and ran outside.

"Need me a spot?" Seamo called out from behind. "It's the first match today, there's bound to be a lot of people."

Xilun didn't stop walking or say anything; he simply waved his hand, and then his figure disappeared outside the auditorium door.

"Is he going to use it or not?" Ximo frowned, not understanding what the waving hand meant.

"I don't think so," Hermione said after thinking for a moment. "I feel like Siren isn't interested in Quidditch. He's never discussed it with us."

“Impossible,” Ron said firmly. “No wizard is uninterested in Quidditch. It’s the most popular sport, isn’t it, Harry?”

Harry didn't say anything.

The thought of going on in the game soon made his mind go blank, and he didn't even notice what Ron had just told him.

"Why aren't you eating breakfast?" Hermione noticed that Harry's sausage and bread were untouched.

"Is it not to your liking?"

"I don't want to eat anything," Harry said. He was so nervous that his stomach felt like it was going to churn and he couldn't eat anything at all.

"You can't do it like this," Hermione frowned. "I read in the books that a Quidditch match can last a long time, even a day or two. You need to make sure you have enough energy."

"But I'm really not hungry."

"You still have to eat. The Seeker is always the one the opposing team focuses on defending," said Seamus Finigan, who also offered to help spread a thick layer of ketchup on Harry's sausage.

"Thank you, Simo."

Everyone in the Great Hall was cheering Harry on.

Outside the castle, Siren had arrived at Hagrid's cabin and knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened.

Hagrid looked at Siron outside, his expression complex.

"I really shouldn't have agreed to that yesterday."

"But you've already agreed," Celen said. "Hagrid, you're going to be a professor, you can't go back on your word."

"How could I possibly become a professor?" Hagrid slapped his forehead in frustration.

Last night, Xilun used those words to flatter him so much that he became so smug that he gave the thing away without thinking.

When he came to his senses, he realized that he had been tricked.

He has a criminal record at the Ministry of Magic. How could someone who can't even use a wand openly become a professor?

But he had already said it, and he couldn't go back on his word... after all, Xilun really seemed to like that thing.

"Come in." Hagrid opened the door a crack, just big enough for Siren to squeeze in.

"Don't let anyone see you."

"Don't worry, I'm being careful." Xiren eagerly entered the cabin and blurted out, "Where's the stuff?"

"There," Hagrid pointed, "I put it near the fireplace as you requested... Toothpaste went crazy last night, so I had to move it somewhere else."

Actually, he didn't need to point it out. As soon as he entered, Xiren saw it at a glance—the complete spine of the troll that he had been thinking about all night.

After that, Xilun's eyes never left him.

"But Siron, how could you like something like this?" Hagrid walked over and said with a complicated expression, "I thought only... only those kinds of wizards would use it." He hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say the term "dark wizard".

"You don't understand, Hagrid, you don't understand what this means to a wandmaker." Siron's voice was filled with barely concealed excitement. "In the sixth century BC, the invincible Andros attempted to forge a special wand for his patron god, and the core of that wand was the spinal nerve of a mountain troll."

"Invincible Andros?" Hagrid scratched his head, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity with the name.

"In the sixth century BC, the most powerful wizard in ancient Greece, and the first wizard to break free from the wand, ushered in the era of wandless spellcasting," Siron explained. "Moreover, he also created the Patronus Charm, which could summon a guardian deity as large as a giant, a unique achievement in history."

"Oh..." Hagrid nodded, not particularly concerned about this wizard from two thousand years ago, but he soon noticed something strange.

"Wait, you just said the Guardian Angel uses a wand... Can the Guardian Angel use a wand too?"

"Of course not, so he failed." Siren shrugged. "But the wand really exists, and it's the only wand that giants can use."

Hagrid glanced instinctively at a cabinet in the corner, where the bottle containing his wand was kept.

"So you also want to make a wand for giants?" Hagrid seemed to have guessed something, "using the spinal cord of a troll?"

"No, I want to use this entire spine." Celen took a deep breath and gave an answer that Hagrid thought was completely impossible.

That bone was five feet long and as thick as a bowl. How could something like that be used as a cane core?

Xilun also felt it was difficult, but the opportunity was rare, and he wanted to give it a try.

Moreover, he had a premonition that if the wand was successfully made, his wand-making skills would likely take a big leap forward.

Just like when his grandfather Garrick Ollivander first created the Phoenix Feather Wand.

By the way, that tail feather was provided by Fox; Garrick Ollivander was already 29 years old at that time.

"Alright, if you insist." Although he didn't understand, Hagrid chose to respect Siren's idea.

"Do you need my help?"

"No need." Siren shook his head. "Snape has already taken care of this. It's clean and perfect."

"Is there anything else you need?"

"It's missing a staff that matches its shape..." Siren said. "Hagrid, where's the troll's club?"

"That useless stick?" Hagrid recalled for a moment. "I think I threw it into the Forbidden Forest yesterday. I'll go check now; I should still be able to find it."