Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 12 Gryffindor
The famous savior attracted most people's attention, but a small number of people were still seeking the answer to another question.

For example, Hermione, who has an overflowing thirst for knowledge.

"Sir Porpington, why did you just say that Ollivander could not be sorted into Gryffindor?"

"Ah? Did I just say that?" the ghost asked, throwing his head back onto his neck.

When the Sorting Hat shouted just now, his head almost fell off, but fortunately there was still a thin layer of skin connecting it.

His nickname is Almost Headless Nick, so of course it hasn't completely fallen out.

"You said it!" Hermione nodded affirmatively and brought the witness along.

"Yes, I testify!"

"That's right!"

The twins, Fred and George, spoke from left and right.

They are also very curious.

Although I don’t know what happened, judging by the professors’ expressions, it must have been very interesting.

"This... well, it's nothing actually." Nick, who was almost headless, glanced at Xiren at the edge of the long table and lowered his voice.

"As far as I know, no Ollivander has ever been sorted into Gryffindor since the founding of Hogwarts. Not one."

"Wow!" Fred exclaimed, "Oh, more than a thousand years? Is that true?"

"That should be right. Anyway, I've been at Hogwarts for five centuries and I've never seen it before."

"Why?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I don't know either." Nearly Headless Nick thought for a moment, "But there is a legend."

"what?"

"It's said, just said, there's no real basis for it..." The ghost emphasized before continuing.
"This seems to be related to one of the Big Four at Hogwarts, Godric Gryffindor. Although he is a wizard, he particularly prefers to use a sword instead of a wand.

"In addition, not only did he ask a goblin to forge a sword for him, he also kept it with him and publicly stated many times that the sword was more useful than a wand. Even the relics he left behind were the sword of Gryffindor."

"And Ollivander is a wand family, so naturally they wouldn't like Gryffindor."

"What about Ciron? How did he get sorted into Gryffindor?"

"I don't know." The ghost shook his head, his head shaking on his neck.

"Either he's not an Ollivander, or there's something special about him."

Nearly Headless Nick floated away.

But everyone was still immersed in what he had just said.

A thousand years ago, the grievances and love-hate relationship between the four giants of Hogwarts, who wouldn’t be interested in this?

Then everyone's attention turned to Siren again, and even when Harry Potter was sorted into Gryffindor, it failed to distract their attention.

At the Gryffindor table, Siren sat closest to the teacher's seat, staring at the Sorting Hat expressionlessly.
He never thought that he would be sorted into Gryffindor. Even if he was sorted into Hufflepuff, it would be better than Gryffindor.

The tattered hat didn't even hesitate for a second, and made the decision as soon as it touched his hair, just like Malfoy, the highlight was efficiency.

But why was he sorted into Gryffindor?

Until the end of the branching, Xi Lun still didn't figure it out.

The Sorting Hat and the three-legged stool were taken away by Professor McGonagall, and the originally empty long table was filled with all kinds of delicious food in the blink of an eye.

The smell of food also woke Xi Lun up from his confusion. After sitting on the train for a whole day, he was already hungry.

That’s it for now, let’s eat first!
The golden roast chicken and sweet creamy soup take your breath away, and your tired body and mind are instantly revived.

After gradually calming down, Xi Lun thought about the words he heard when he put on the Sorting Hat for the second time.

He would be a perfect fit for Gryffindor.

Xi Lun suddenly stopped cutting the pork chops.

If you think about it carefully, some of his previous plans, if taken individually, are indeed very Gryffindor.

But he hasn't had time to act yet. It's just a plan. Does that count?
Xiren sighed.

All I can say is that some things are truly once-in-a-lifetime opportunities, and they only happen around Harry Potter. For example, a three-headed dog, or a basilisk...they are both rare and excellent wand cores, and it would be a pity to miss them.

After figuring this out, Xi Lun slowly accepted being sorted into Gryffindor.

What if you don't accept it? There is no precedent of changing colleges in Hogwarts.

And being closer to Harry Potter would make certain things more convenient.

Xi Lun convinced himself in this way.

...It worked, at least he was in the mood to eat.

I just don't know if old Ollivander can accept it.

When Xi Lun put a piece of steak into his mouth, he couldn't help but think of his grandfather.

He thought it should be fine. After all, in his memory, his grandfather had no prejudice against Gryffindor. He had always told himself that he just wanted to go to Hogwarts and had never asked about the college.

……

Because he was thinking about other things, Xi Lun didn't notice when the dessert disappeared, and he didn't listen to the speech of Headmaster Dumbledore.

I just vaguely remember what was said, that freshmen were not allowed to go to the Forbidden Forest, and that students were forbidden to go near a certain classroom on the fourth floor.

Oh, and it’s Quidditch tryout time… Tsk, who among the serious wizards plays Quidditch?
Finally, after everyone finished singing the school song together, Xi Lun stood up and lined up with other freshmen to leave the auditorium. When he went upstairs, he saw Neville walking in front of him.

Come to think of it, at the entrance of Platform 9, Mrs. Longbottom seemed to have said that she hoped both he and Neville would be sorted into Gryffindor.

She was right indeed.

Could it be that the Longbottom family has a gift for prophecy?

"Xiron?"

Perhaps sensing something, Neville turned around at this moment.

"You, how are you? Are you okay?" he asked.

"What can I do?"

"It's about the Sorting." This time it was Hermione who spoke. "I heard there's a grudge between Ollivander and Gryffindor."

"Ah, is that so?" Xi Lun was confused. He once suspected that he was a fake Ollivander.

"How could I not know? Who told you that?"

"Lord Porpington," said Hermione, "is the Gryffindor ghost, known to many as Nearly Headless Nick.

"He said that because Godric Gryffindor preferred swords, his relationship with the Ollivander family, who made wands, was not in line with his ideals, so their relationship had always been bad."

Then she repeated what the ghost had said before.

"That might be the case," Xi Lun said nonchalantly after hearing this. "But that was a thousand years ago. How could such a trivial matter be remembered for so long? It's not even worth wasting time."

"That was a clash of ideas, no big deal?" Hermione looked at Xi Lun in confusion.

"How is that possible? You're overthinking it." Xiren smiled. "Do you remember what my grandfather said to you when you bought your wand?"

"Which sentence?"

"The wand chooses the wizard."

"remember."

"That's the key," said Xi Lun.

"We believe that the wand chooses the wizard, and how the wizard chooses... doesn't matter."

"But I personally think that the so-called disagreement in ideas is a fallacy in itself, just like Neville, for example.

"He loves toads and carries them everywhere, but when he delivers a letter he chooses an owl. The owl is his magic wand."

"Is that so?" Hermione nodded, half understanding. "The wand chooses the wizard. I always thought this was meant to add to the mystery."

"That's fine if you want to understand it that way."

(End of this chapter)