Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 37 The Shrinking Staff Core

Actually, Xilun thought about it for a long time last night, struggling with whether to use the spine as the core or the shaft of the staff.

In the history of the wizarding world, there have actually been bone wands, as well as wands made of stone, metal, crystal, mithril, and even gold.

Because the magic system was very chaotic at that time, wands were basically customized according to one's own abilities.

It wasn't until the time of King Arthur that the legendary wizard Merlin organized and summarized his vast magical knowledge, passing it on to those around King Arthur, and allowing them to pass it on to their apprentices.

From then on, magic began to be passed down on a large scale, and due to the influence of King Arthur, this transmission gradually became a more authoritative and formal mainstream magic.

This change was later reflected in wands as well... Because Merlin's wand was made of wood, as mainstream magic became more widespread, those strange and wonderful wands gradually disappeared.

These Ollivander families are all documented, and if Siren wanted, he could also find the specific details about the bone staff.

Using spinal nerves as the core makes the process much easier.

But in the end, Xilun gave up.

Well, it's mainly a matter of image.

The image of someone wielding a spine during battle is too terrifying; he would definitely be mistaken for a dark wizard, and Siron doesn't want to be constantly watched by Aurors.

In addition, although making the spine into a cane core was a bit troublesome for him, it was not impossible. He could just spend more time on it.

For example, use the time others spend watching games for important matters.

At 11 a.m., the Quidditch match began, but Siron remained unmoved, continuing to tap around the spine with his wand.

Hagrid was in a dilemma.

He now faces two choices: stay and watch Siron behave strangely, much like a dark wizard performing some kind of ritual; or go to the Quidditch pitch to cheer on Harry, who is playing for the first time.

Hagrid wanted to choose both, but he couldn't split himself in two, so he could only stand there anxiously.

Five minutes later, cheers erupted from the direction of the stadium, and Hagrid finally made his decision.

He chose to believe in Sheryl and left the cabin to cheer on Harry.

Even though he found the idea of ​​using a five-foot-long bone as a cane core absurd, he was willing to believe that Siron hadn't lied to him.

Another thing is that Xilun is so boring. For almost two hours, he's been doing the same repetitive actions, and he's almost falling asleep.

Watching the game is more interesting.

Hagrid rushed to the Quidditch pitch and saw Harry riding a broomstick, hurtling towards the ground.

Then he covered his mouth with his hand, and something golden fell into his palm.

"I caught the Snitch!" Harry shouted, waving his hands high above his head.

"Oh no..." Hagrid cried out in his heart. He had just arrived and hadn't even found his spot yet. How could the match be over already!

But the next second, he started cheering for Harry along with the other Gryffindor students.

It's rare for a Seeker to catch the Golden Snitch in their first game; it seems Harry really has a talent.

After the match ended, the audience left the venue, and Hagrid returned to his cabin.

"You missed a great match, Siren," Hagrid said excitedly. "Gryffindor won, and Harry caught the Golden Snitch."

"Really? That's a real shame." Xilun said without turning his head, his tone revealing no hint of regret whatsoever; it was purely perfunctory.

He probably wouldn't have been interested in Quidditch before the flying broomstick had a core.

"etc……"

Suddenly Hagrid noticed something and walked to the fireplace with a puzzled look.

Is it just his imagination? Why does it feel like this bone is a size smaller?

If this thing was five feet long and as thick as a bowl before, it's now probably only four feet long and as thick as a teacup.

"You changed to a new one again?" Hagrid couldn't help but ask.

"Where can I get a new one..." Xilun smirked.

If he could switch jobs, why would he need to come here early on weekend mornings? Isn't he comfortable in his dorm?

"So what's going on here?"

"Necessary processing," Siren explained. "I just wanted to challenge myself with this material for the wand core; I'm not actually making a wand for giants."

Making a wand for a giant... If word gets out, the Aurors could throw him into Azkaban overnight, without even waiting until the next day.

There are certain boundaries. The Wizarding Law stipulates that centaurs, giants, merfolk, goblins, and house-elves are absolutely forbidden from using wands. Even if they are given wands, it is a serious crime that will land them in Azkaban.

Siren has no intention of provoking the Ministry of Magic for the time being.

Hagrid couldn't help but step forward for a look, only to notice that there were no signs of wear or disassembly on the spine; it was simply scaled down proportionally.

"How did you do that?"

"Just a trivial trick." Xiren rubbed his wrist.

"Oh, I see." Hagrid looked enlightened. "This must be a trick Ollivander has. It's amazing."

"I suppose so," Xilun said, without further explanation.

Ollivander's usual staff-making methods couldn't handle such a large monstrous spine; it was a special talent that only he could do. In a way that wizards would find easier to understand, it was... a staff-core Magus.

On the other hand, Siren is also an Ollivander, so Hagrid's words are not entirely wrong.

"What are you planning to do next?" Hagrid poured Siren a cup of tea. "Continue to shrink it?"

"Wait a minute, I need to catch my breath." Xilun took the cup and took a sip. The pine needle tea tasted strange, but it was acceptable.

Because he is still too young, his current magic and physical strength are not enough to support him in completing this difficult task in one go.

However, Xilun wasn't in a hurry, as he could take this opportunity to finish making the staff.

Xilun looked at the table not far away.

An hour ago, Hagrid had already retrieved the troll's club and placed it on that table over there.

Xilun walked over, gripped the wooden stick with both hands, and prepared to move to another spot to do some preliminary treatment.

Embarrassingly, he couldn't move it on the first try, and on the second try, his face turned red, but the stick only wobbled slightly.

"Do you need help?" Hagrid placed the copper kettle full of water on the stove, got up, and walked over.

"No need, no need." Xilun quickly waved his hand, pretending to be relaxed. "I just... wanted to check its material. This troll has a good eye; it actually picked an oak."

"Yeah?"

"Of course, I am a wizard." Siren took out a wand.

"Yugadim - Leviosa!"

The wooden stick floated up and landed in front of Xilun with a dull thud.

Xilun raised an eyebrow; magic was indeed more useful.

"Knock knock..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Hagrid, are you home? We've come to see you!"