Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 23 Professor McGonagall and the Broomstick

The progress of the hair wand was not smooth, mainly because it was difficult for Xi Lun to find a wand body that matched Professor McGonagall's hair.

The wizard's personal characteristics are too distinct, and he will subconsciously reject things he doesn't like.

Oak, grapevine, beech... Xilun tried all the materials he carried with him in the past few days, but not only did none of them work, he even accidentally broke two of his hairs.

This made Xiren depressed for several days. He hesitated whether to wait until the weekend to find Hagrid and ask him to take him to the Forbidden Forest.

As Xi Lun, who was worried, walked through the common room, he was stopped by Harry and Ron who suddenly appeared.

"Hey, Xi Lun, what's wrong with you these days? You seem listless all day long." Harry couldn't help but asked.

"Yes." Hermione also came over: "You have been late three times, and a total of 20 points have been deducted from Gryffindor..."

"Why are you saying this?" Ron glared at her first, then turned around and said, "We just want to ask what's wrong with you. Maybe we can help you."

"Ah, nothing." Xi Lun rubbed his face. He also realized that he had been a little too persistent in the past two days.

It's not that easy to make a wand from a wizard's hair. It's impossible to do it in just one or two days.

"Sorry." Xi Lun tried to sober himself up. "Oh, I'll find a way to make up for the lost points."

"That doesn't matter. Snape would have found a way to deduct points from us even if you weren't late," Ron said, glaring at Hermione again. Hermione turned her head away and didn't look at him.

By the way, Xi Lun was late for Potions class yesterday and was directly deducted 15 points.

"What's the next class?" Xi Lun asked.

"Flying," said Harry, to a chorus of groans.

"Why, you don't like flying lessons?" Xilun asked.

"No, we just don't want to be in classes with Slytherins." Ron pointed to a notice on the back of the door.

[Gryffindor freshmen are requested to go to the grounds in front of the castle at 3:30 pm on Thursday to learn to fly brooms with Slytherin students. - Rolanda Hooch]

No wonder.

Gryffindor and Slytherin looked down on each other and would always quarrel when they met. Normally they only had Potions class together and they could just put it off. But now there was an additional flying class.

"There's nothing we can do. The school's arrangements can't be changed," Xi Lun said. "We'll just pretend they don't exist then."

"That's all I can do," said Harry dejectedly. "But I doubt Malfoy will pretend to be unaware of me making a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of him."

Xi Lun didn't say anything.

Harry's worries were obviously unnecessary, but he didn't know it himself, and he wouldn't believe it even if he was told.

Xi Lun was not very interested in flying brooms.

Because he needs to use one hand to steady the broom during flight, it is inconvenient to use the wand, which makes him feel insecure.

So usually Siren prefers to stand on solid ground, unless he can fly on his wand...

Ok?
and many more.

Siren looked at the wand Madam Hooch had placed at his feet and suddenly blinked.

Why does the wooden handle of this flying broom look so much like a big magic wand?

The more I look at it, the more similar it is. The proportion of length and thickness is exactly the same as the standard of a magic wand.

Xi Lun subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to take a closer look.

With a thought, the flying broom on the ground immediately jumped into his hands.

"Perfect demonstration, even I couldn't have done better," Madam Hooch said loudly. "Two points for Gryffindor, but I still have to say, please raise your hand before demonstrating next time. Forget this time."

Siren didn't hear what Madam Hooch said at all; his attention was now focused on the wooden handle of his broom.

Perfect... Although the surface of the wooden handle was a little rough, there were no cracks, which meant that there was no damage inside the handle. Xi Lun took out the wand and tapped it lightly.

The broom handle spread out in circles like a rolled-up paper, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a dozen thin pieces of wood.

Xi Lun picked up one at random and looked at the texture on it carefully.

Fir wood, and the best quality fir wood, and judging by its condition, it is almost a hundred years old.

It has been well maintained. If you remove the rough outer part, the wood inside is smooth and delicate, and it looks like it has been carefully polished with wax.

To be honest, Xi Lun's behavior of dismantling the broom without saying a word was not actually allowed, but there was no one around to stop him, even Ms. Huo Qi pretended not to see it.

…Okay, she really didn’t see it.

Because now everyone's eyes are focused on the sky.

Maybe it was because Siren reminded him to be careful before class, but Neville seemed particularly nervous. Later, he misheard Madam Hooch's order and rushed out on his broom.

Then he bumped his head against the opposite wall.

Madam Hooch had taken him to the hospital wing, and now Harry and Malfoy were fighting over the Remembrall he had accidentally dropped.

Everyone was watching them fly and didn't notice that Xi Lun had already broken his broom into pieces.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that Professor McGonagall hurried in from the castle.

"Falling straight from such a height...how dare you...Okay, Potter, come with me."

"Also, Ollivander, damaging brooms is not allowed in this school. Two points from Gryffindor. If you can't fix it before next class, it will be twenty points!"

No one answered.

"Mr. Ollivander, are you listening to me?" Professor McGonagall was a little angry, and her glasses flashed with anger.

Hermione punched Ciron hard.

"Put the broom back on its feet, this instant!" Professor McGonagall repeated.

Although he didn't pay attention to what happened just now, Xi Lun could guess something and immediately nodded in agreement.

Professor McGonagall's expression finally looked better, and she took the dejected Harry away from the venue.

"You're so brave," Hermione couldn't help but say, "Why did you destroy the school broom?"

"No, I didn't destroy it," said Siren, pulling another wand from his pocket.

After the observation just now, he has determined that this broom handle meets all the requirements for making a stick body and does not even require additional modifications.

I just don't know if there are any magic words engraved on it. The time was too short and I didn't have time to take a close look. If not, he might really be able to fly on the "magic wand".

Xi Lun held up his wand, ready to fix it first and deal with Professor McGonagall later.

But this movement just happened to shake off a hair that was hanging on the wand.

The hair was thrown into the air and then fell down lightly, just sticking to a piece of wood.

Xi Lun put the hair given by Professor McGonagall into his pocket after the previous experiment failed.

At this time, the hair was tightly attached to the cross-section of the wood, fitting seamlessly. Even if Xilun shook it hard, he couldn't get rid of it. It felt like it was stuck on it with glue.

"This..." Xi Lun curled the corners of his mouth and couldn't help feeling absurd in his heart.

He seemed to have found the matching material for the staff... No, it should be said that Hair found it himself.

Professor McGonagall's hair, and the Quidditch broomstick...

Well, that makes sense!
(End of this chapter)