Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 11 Branching
After receiving Xi Lun's affirmative answer, Hagrid walked down the stone steps and left.

In the castle on the other side, Harry Potter had been staring at this side... or rather, he had been looking at Hagrid intentionally or unintentionally along the way, and happened to see the two of them whispering at the end of the team.

For some reason, after Xilun walked into the castle, he subconsciously walked over.

"Excuse me, what were you talking about?"

Xi Lun was stunned for a moment, because he didn't expect that this savior would be so... familiar?

Logically speaking, after experiencing Malfoy's provocation, he should have no good feelings towards pure-blood wizards now.

"Sorry, I didn't mean anything else." Harry probably realized that his behavior was a bit reckless at this moment. He panicked and explained excitedly: "I know Hagrid too. I mean, if you need my help..."

"Thank you for your kindness, but you don't need to help." Xi Lun said casually, "It's just that he has something broken, and I happen to be able to fix it."

"Oh, I see. By the way, my name is Harry Potter."

"Ciarron Ollivander, we met in Diagon Alley, but you were so focused on your wand then."

"Really? I'm sorry, I really don't remember."

"It's okay. Few wizards can remain calm when they get their first wand."

……

The two of them chatted casually, but attracted the attention of others.

Malfoy glanced over here from time to time, and the expression on his face was different every time, which was very interesting.

Why.

They are all pure-blood wizards, so why is Potter willing to chat with Siren? This is unfair!

Ron was the same as him, but Ron's face showed more vigilance.

After what happened before, he subconsciously classified Siren as a person of the same type as Malfoy. As everyone knows, Weasley and Malfoy have always been at odds with each other.

So the more Harry and Siren talked, the more unhappy he became.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall arrived not long after and led everyone into the hall.

The auditorium was full of people at this time, but when Professor McGonagall led a long team in, everyone's eyes were still on the freshmen.

Nervous? Most freshmen seemed quite nervous, but they were also amazed by the magical scene before them.

The ceiling was actually a starry sky.

A thousand burning candles floated beneath the enchanted ceiling, which looked like another starry sky.

There are a dozen or so milky white, human-like creatures around.

Is that a ghost?
Including Neville, the timid children's legs went weak and they stumbled and struggled to move to the front.

Although Hermione next to her was better, she was also pale and her hands were tightly clutching the corner of her robe.

Ghosts, singing hats, these things were simply rubbing her eleven years of cognition and ideas against the ground...

After an unknown amount of time, the Sorting Hat finally finished its song, and the people below sat up straight.

"Now we're sorting. Whoever's name I call will put on the hat and sit on the stool."

Professor McGonagall looked around at the new students.

"Hannah Abbott!"

……

As the number of freshmen around him dwindled, Xi Lun suddenly realized something: he was still holding Tom.

Normally, pets should be sent to school together with the luggage, but Tom got off the train to eat his colleague, so Xi Lun had to carry the pet to the castle.

But now he couldn't possibly carry a cat to the sorting ceremony; it would be too conspicuous and look very artificial.

"Ciaron Ollivander!"

Professor McGonagall's voice came, and there was no time to think about what to do. Xi Lun could only let go and throw Tom to the ground.

"Don't run around," he warned hastily, then walked forward. "Look, it's Xi Lun," Hermione, who had just arrived at the Gryffindor table, turned around and said.

Next to her sat Neville.

"I really hope he's sorted into Gryffindor," Hermione whispered.

A passing ghost happened to hear his words and immediately shook his head, "That's impossible."

"Why?" Hermione didn't understand. With four colleges, the probability should be at least one in four. How could it be impossible?

"Because he's an Ollivander," Nearly Headless Nick said with a laugh. "Most Ollivanders go to Ravenclaw, so there's no way he'd be sorted into..."

"Gryffindor!"

The ghost's words were interrupted by the loud sound of the hat.

The next second, the entire auditorium fell into a strange state.

Some students clapped subconsciously, but a small number just sat there, looking ahead in surprise.

The professors sitting in the front row of the teaching seats did not applaud, but instead turned their eyes towards the Sorting Hat.

Gradually, the applause died down and the auditorium fell into an eerie silence.

Snape narrowed his eyes, Professor Flitwick rubbed his ears vigorously, and even Dumbledore leaned forward unconsciously.

"Albus..." Professor McGonagall turned her head, as if wanting to confirm something.

"The Sorting Hat makes no mistakes," said Dumbledore, his tone firm.

"It seems that the Sorting Hat has brought us another big surprise." Snape pulled the corner of his mouth, his tone cold.

"Yes." Professor Flitwick agreed, "Just like when Black was sorted into Gryffindor decades ago."

"But this time it's even more exaggerated."

And the focus of everyone's attention was that Xi Lun took off his hat slowly and returned it to Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Ollivander, you..."

"I respect the school's house sorting rules, Professor," Siren said calmly, "but can I ask the Sorting Hat another question? I was in such a hurry just now that I forgot."

"...No problem." Professor McGonagall hesitated and put the hat on Xiren's head again.

"Huh? Why you again?" I heard that tiny voice again. "No matter what you say, I won't change my mind. You're a perfect fit for Gryffindor."

"No, you misunderstood. I just want to ask you a question." Xi Lun spoke without deliberately lowering his voice, so many people could hear him.

"Any questions you have, just ask."

“Do you have any particular favorite wood?”

……

wood?

Everyone who heard this was confused and didn't understand the significance of this question.

Only Dumbledore guessed something and his expression changed slightly.

I have heard for a long time that the Ollivander family has produced a unique and talented wand maker who can make wand cores from all kinds of unimaginable materials.

Could it be... Oh, no, what was he thinking? How could a hat be made into a wand core?

Dumbledore shook his head, thinking that Siren was just trying to scare the Sorting Hat.

This character is not Ollivander at all.

At this time, Xi Lun had calmly walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down.

The Sorting continued as if nothing had happened.

"Next, Harry Potter!"

(End of this chapter)