Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 21 The round wand gives the professor a small shock.

Half an hour later, Dumbledore left the Great Hall from the teachers' table.

Xilen looked at him, and subconsciously thought of that completely illogical restoration spell again, but unfortunately he didn't see any information about wands on Dumbledore.

Perhaps he didn't have it with him, or perhaps the Elder Wand is something special.

Snape followed him out of the Great Hall, then Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall…

At this point, Xilun suddenly stood up.

"Sirlen, what's wrong?" Harry and Ron, who were standing nearby, were startled.

"Nothing, I just remembered something," Xiren said casually, then turned and ran out of the auditorium.

"What did he go to do?" Ron asked Harry.

"How would I know?" Harry said.

"This is really... ridiculous," Ron muttered, grabbing a chicken leg and stuffing it into his mouth.

He's not full yet.

the other side.

Helen quickened her pace as she ran out of the auditorium, catching up with Professor McGonagall before she went up the stairs.

"Mr. Ollivander?" Professor McGonagall looked at Siron with some surprise. "What do you need me for? You're not thinking of changing dorms again, are you?"

"No," Celen shook his head. After considering his words for a moment, he said, "Excuse me, Professor McGonagall, this may be a bit impolite, but could you please give me a few strands of your hair?"

"My hair?" Professor McGonagall frowned instinctively.

This request actually goes beyond being impolite; it's outrageous. A wizard with a bad temper might even pull out his wand on the spot.

In the magical world, a single hair can do many things, most commonly polysaccharide potions, and then all sorts of messy curses and dark magic.

"What do you want to do?" Perhaps because of Siron's identity, or perhaps because of his age, Professor McGonagall did not refuse outright.

"The wand," Siron said.

"A magic wand?"

"Yes, to be precise, it's the core of the wand."

"..."

Professor McGonagall remained silent for a long time.

To be honest, this was the first time she had ever heard such an absurd request.

But even here, she still didn't refuse.

"Come to my office, Mr. Ollivander, if you've already eaten."

"Of course," Siren said.

Professor McGonagall turned and walked up the stairs, with Siron following closely behind.

The bottom flight of stairs began to turn upwards, and soon they appeared in the second-floor corridor. But that wasn't all; the stairs continued to turn, ascending floor by floor. Xilun barely walked before being transported to the eighth floor.

"Hurry up, what are you thinking about?" Professor McGonagall reminded him, bringing Siron back to his senses.

“These stairs…” Siren said, “Why do they run around everywhere after we go up them? Several times I was almost at the classroom, but before I knew it, they sent me back to the eighth floor.”

"That's how it was when I was in school," Professor McGonagall said. "We've arrived."

She pushed open a door at the end of the corridor and went inside.

Professor McGonagall's office was much like her personality: simple, clean, and without any unnecessary decorations.

Inside, there was a spacious desk with students' assignments, ink, and quills neatly arranged on it, and the bookshelves next to the fireplace were filled with various books and magazines related to transfiguration.

"Well then, Mr. Ollivander," Professor McGonagall said, walking behind her desk and looking up at Siron.

"I don't want to question your research and knowledge about wands, but I've never heard of a wizard's hair being used to make wand cores."

"This is just an idea of ​​mine," Siren explained. "The inspiration comes from the French Delacour family."

"Dracule?" Professor McGonagall said. "Apolline Delacour?"

“That’s right, a wizarding family with Veela blood,” Siron said. “Three years ago, my grandfather made a special wand for the Delacour family, with Veela hair as its core.”

According to the description in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", Veela without transformation have bodies that are almost identical to wizards.

"If Veela hair can be used to make wands, why can't wizard hair?"

Professor McGonagall looked at the radiant Celen. She hesitated for a moment before saying something, but then changed to a tone that sounded less harsh.

"But as far as I know, no one can make a wand core from a wizard's hair, including your grandfather."

She hoped to use this to dissuade Xiren and make him give up this far-fetched idea.

But Xilun didn't care.

"Just because I didn't have one before doesn't mean I can't do it. I can show you the wand I made."

Professor McGonagall was about to say something when she saw Siron take out a... bamboo ring?

Professor McGonagall wasn't sure what it was either.

Although Siron called it a magic wand, how could a magic wand be round?

"African arrow bamboo, the core of the staff is the brain of a five-legged monster, thirteen inches long."

Professor McGonagall's eye twitched slightly.

Is this bamboo circle really a magic wand?

But it doesn't even have a staff tip.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall still didn't believe him, Siron simply shook his wrist.

"Fluorescent lights!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of white light shone from the bamboo joint directly above him.

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't expect this was just the beginning.

The next second, the bamboo joints on the left and right also lit up.

Professor McGonagall couldn't sit still any longer. She jumped up, and in her haste, knocked over the ink bottle on the table...

"Three Demonic Curses..."

Professor McGonagall hadn't lost her composure like this in a long time, but for a single wand to unleash three spells simultaneously was utterly unbelievable and even defied her understanding.

"As you can see," Siron said, "each segment of the African arrow bamboo is independent and not originally suitable for making wands of standard length, until one day I discovered that the brain of the five-legged monster could connect them in another way, like this."

"Oh right, it can also be used like this." Xilun shook his wrist again.

"Restored to its original condition."

The overturned ink bottle was returned to the table, and the spilled ink floated back into the bottle.

Looking at the bamboo circle again, only two white lights remained on it.

"So, this wand can cast three different spells?" Professor McGonagall was even more surprised, and for a moment she even overlooked the fact that Siron had just said the brain of a five-legged monster, rather than the more reasonable neural network.

"Theoretically, yes," Siren said.

"theory?"

"Because that requires extremely strong magical control." Siren shrugged. "To be honest, I can only use the Illumination Charm and the Restoration Charm at the same time right now; I can't do anything more complicated."

Hearing what Siron said, Professor McGonagall quickly calmed down.

Yes, how could it be so easy to use three different spells at the same time?

And thinking about it carefully, the size of the light orbs from the three illumination spells just now was also abnormal.

When the two sides lit up, the light sphere in the middle appeared to shrink by one ring.

Even so, it's still quite surprising. Xilun is only a first-year student, and he'll definitely grow a lot in the future.

Or, what if Dumbledore were holding this wand...?