Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 22 Dumbledore is looking forward to it

It's hard to say what Professor McGonagall is thinking right now, not even she herself can explain it.

But half an hour later, Xi Lun, who left the office, successfully got Professor McGonagall's hair, and a full five strands.

Soon Professor McGonagall also left, walked through two corridors, and came to the door of the headmaster's office on the eighth floor.

What happened today was too unbelievable. She needed someone to help her sort it out, and Dumbledore was the best choice.

The principal's office was blocked by an ugly gargoyle.

"Gummy Toad," said Professor McGonagall.

The gargoyle stood up and walked to the side, revealing a spiral staircase at the back.

Professor McGonagall stepped on it and was soon brought to the top, stopping in front of an oak door.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, and soon Dumbledore's voice came from inside.

"Come in, Minerva."

Professor McGonagall pushed open the door and saw Dumbledore standing in front of a bookshelf, wearing pink pajamas with a strawberry pattern on them, and a matching pointed hat - also pink.

"What do you want to see me about?" he asked.

Perhaps because she was used to it, Professor McGonagall was not surprised by the headmaster's cake-like outfit. She went straight to the point and repeated her experience half an hour ago.

"If the core of a wizard's wand was his own hair, they would definitely be the most tacit partners, able to use each other as easily as an arm, and invincible..." Dumbledore pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose with interest.

"Did he really say that?"

"That's right." Professor McGonagall nodded, "But Dumbledore, is it possible? Using a wizard's hair as a wand core."

"Hasn't you witnessed another impossibility?" Dumbledore asked. "To cast three different spells simultaneously is simply unheard of."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it." Professor McGonagall sighed.

In fact, even if she saw it with her own eyes, she still had doubts, otherwise she would not have rushed to the principal's office.

"Olivander's skills are truly superb, but why have I never seen a wand like this before?"

"No, Minerva, I don't think it has anything to do with Ollivander, or rather with Garrick Ollivander," said Dumbledore, walking over to a table covered with various silver items and lost in a moment of recollection.

"I suddenly remembered something interesting."

"Interesting thing?"

"That was a year ago, and I was looking for a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the school."

"Excuse me, Headmaster," interrupted Professor McGonagall. "By the way, do you mean a wanted criminal by the Ministry of Magic?"

"Minerva, your words are truly hurtful." Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged. "It's already very difficult to cheat or find a wizard willing to take classes these days... I must say that I'm lucky Quirinus took the initiative to take over this course this year, otherwise I would have had to run around for another two months."

"I just hope you can be more serious..." Professor McGonagall said, "Okay, let's continue."

"Where was I?"

"a year ago."

"Oh yes," said Dumbledore, "I happened to meet Garrick Ollivander a year ago when I was visiting an old friend.

"My old friend told me that Garrick was looking for a suitable wand core material for his grandson. He also said that he was a maverick, a genius wand maker who could make all kinds of special materials into wand cores." "Special materials?" Professor McGonagall was stunned.

"This is where it gets interesting." Dumbledore smiled. "I guess you must have overlooked a very important point - the core of that round wand is the brain of the five-legged monster."

Professor McGonagall looked up, her eyes flickering, then quickly turning to confusion.

"It seems you've already thought of it," Dumbledore said with a smile. "In our inherent cognition and experience, when we mention the core of a wand, don't we all think of something long and thin, like feathers, that can be easily sandwiched between the wand's body?"

"That's right." Professor McGonagall nodded subconsciously.

"This is exactly the most interesting part." Dumbledore walked to the window, "I also studied wand learning for a period of time. I can't say I'm proficient in it, but I can barely reach the level of an apprentice.

"In my opinion, if it's just a single brain nerve, it's not enough to cause the wand to undergo any miraculous changes. It's likely to remain the same as a normal wand... But if it's a complete brain, then it's another matter. This involves the alchemy theory of transformation regarding the integrity and complexity of magical media.

"Wait, it might not be a complete brain. After all, a pentaplegic monster should be able to control five types of magic at the same time, but you only saw three.

"Oh, I see. He must have bought his wand core from Knockturn Alley. The things sold there are not very complete."

"Wait a moment, Albus." Seeing that Dumbledore was getting more and more excited and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, Professor McGonagall quickly stopped him: "But he...how did Siren do it?"

"Minerva, I don't know everything either." Dumbledore shook his head. "Wandlore is a profound subject, as ancient and mysterious as magic itself. Perhaps only Siren himself can answer your question."

Professor McGonagall said nothing.

Of course, she would never take the initiative to ask students such questions.

A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall was ready to leave.

Although many questions were not answered, it was not completely fruitless.

Dumbledore should know about Siren, that's enough.

"Wait, Minerva," Dumbledore suddenly called to her. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course." Professor McGonagall said without hesitation. She turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

"That is..." Dumbledore suddenly became a little embarrassed. "If Siren really made your hair wand, could you please tell me?"

"Hmm?" Mag asked.

"I'm curious." Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Perhaps I could ask him to make one for me."

"With all due respect, Albus..." Professor McGonagall stared at him, "I don't think you need a wand that allows you to control everything with ease."

"Thank you for the compliment, Minerva." Dumbledore blushed slightly. "I was simply curious, and my current wand can be... well, it can be a little too capricious at times."

Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore for a moment longer, as if trying to decide whether he was joking or not.

Moreover, in her memory, it seemed that she had not seen Dumbledore holding a wand for a long time. She even doubted whether Dumbledore really needed such a thing as a wand.

But after hesitating for a while, she nodded and agreed.

"Well, if the day comes, I will."

She didn't say it too confidently, as she was still skeptical about the fact that hair could be used as a wand core.

(End of this chapter)