Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 36: Giant's Wand
The next day, Saturday, was also the day the Quidditch matches began.

The fateful battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin, the students of the two houses began to confront each other during dinner, and the atmosphere was full of tension.

Especially the team members of both teams, almost everyone is followed by at least five senior students to prevent them from being ambushed by the opponents.

This has happened many times before and both parties are experienced.

"You don't have to eat so fast." Seamus Finnigan looked at Xi Lun who was stuffing bread into his mouth and kindly reminded him, "It's only nine o'clock now. There are still two hours before the game starts."

Xi Lun didn't say anything, he had too much in his mouth.

He took the large bottle of pumpkin juice that Neville handed him, took a few gulps, and then swallowed what was in his mouth.

"I'm not here to watch the game." Xilun looked at the time, stood up and ran out.

"Do you need help saving a seat?" Seamus called from behind. "It's the first game today, so there's bound to be a lot of people."

Xi Lun didn't stop or say anything, he just waved his hand, and then his figure disappeared outside the auditorium door.

"Is he going to use it or not?" Simo frowned, not understanding what that waving hand meant.

"Probably not." Hermione thought for a moment and said, "I don't think Xi Lun is interested in Quidditch. He has never discussed this topic with us."

"Impossible," said Ron decisively. "What wizard wouldn't be interested in Quidditch? It's the most popular sport, isn't it, Harry?"

Harry said nothing.

When he thought about the game that was about to start, his mind went blank and he didn't pay any attention to what Ron had just said to him.

"Why aren't you having breakfast?" Hermione noticed that the sausages and bread on Harry's plate were untouched.

"Not to your liking?"

"I don't want to eat anything." Harry said. He was so nervous that his stomach felt like it was turning upside down and he couldn't eat anything at all.

"You can't do that." Hermione frowned. "I read in a book that a Quidditch match can last a long time, maybe even a day or two. You have to make sure you have enough physical strength."

"But I'm really not hungry."

"Eat that too. Seekers are always the ones the other side focuses on," said Seamus Finnigan, who offered to help spread a thick layer of ketchup on Harry's sausage.

"Thank you, Seamus."

Everyone in the hall was cheering Harry on.

Outside the castle, Xi Lun had already arrived in front of Hagrid's cabin and knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened.

Hagrid looked at Xiren outside with a complicated expression.

"I really shouldn't have agreed to your promise yesterday."

"But you've already agreed," Siren said. "Hagrid, you're going to be a professor in the future, so you can't go back on your word."

"How could I possibly become a professor?" Hagrid slapped his forehead in frustration.

Last night, Xi Lun used this sentence to praise him so much that he gave the thing away in a daze.

When he reacted, he realized that he seemed to have been fooled.

He had a criminal record at the Ministry of Magic, and how could someone who couldn't even use a wand properly become a professor? But the words had already been spoken, and he couldn't go back on his word... After all, Siren seemed to really like that thing.

"Come in." Hagrid opened the door a crack, just enough for Siren to squeeze in.

"Don't let anyone see you."

"Don't worry, I'm being very careful." Xi Lun couldn't wait to enter the wooden house and blurted out, "Where's the stuff?"

"There." Hagrid pointed. "I put it near the fireplace, just as you requested... Fang went crazy last night, so I had to put it somewhere else."

In fact, there was no need for him to point it out. After entering, Xi Lun saw it at a glance. It was the complete spine of the giant monster that he had been thinking about all night.

After that, Xi Lun never took his eyes off her.

"But Siren, how could you like this thing?" Hagrid came over and said with a complicated expression, "I thought only... only that kind of wizard would use it." He hesitated for a while and still didn't say the term "dark wizard".

"You don't understand, Hagrid, you don't understand what this thing means to a wand maker." Siren's voice was filled with unconcealed excitement. "In the sixth century BC, Andros the Invincible tried to make a special wand for his patronus, and the core of this wand was the spinal nerve of a mountain troll."

"Andros the Invincible?" Hagrid scratched his head, feeling unfamiliar with the name.

"In the sixth century BC, the most powerful wizard in ancient Greece was also the first wizard to get rid of his wand, ushering in the era of wandless spellcasting." Xi Lun explained, "He also created the Patronus Charm, which can summon a patronus as big as a giant. This is unique in history."

"Oh..." Hagrid nodded. He didn't really care about this wizard from two thousand years ago, but he soon discovered something strange.

"Wait, you just said the Patronus uses a wand... Can the Patronus also use a wand?"

"Of course not, so he failed." Xiren shrugged, "But that wand is real and it is the only wand that a giant can use."

Hagrid subconsciously glanced at a cabinet in the corner where the bottle containing his wand was placed.

"So you want to make a giant wand too?" Hagrid seemed to have guessed. "Using the spinal cord of a troll?"

"No, I want to use the entire spine." Xi Lun took a deep breath and gave an answer that Hagrid thought was completely impossible.

The bone was five feet long and as thick as a bowl. How could such a thing be used as a wand core!

Xi Lun also found it difficult, but the opportunity was rare, so he wanted to give it a try.

He also had a hunch that if this wand was successfully made, his ability in wand making would likely take a big step forward.

Just like when his grandfather Garrick Ollivander first created the Phoenix Tail Wand.

By the way, that tail feather was provided by Fawkes. Garrick Ollivander was 29 years old at that time.

"Okay, if you insist." Although he didn't understand, Hagrid still chose to respect Xiren's idea.

"Do you need my help?"

"No need." Siren shook his head. "Snape has already taken care of this thing. It's clean and perfect."

"Do you need anything else?"

"We need a shaft that matches it..." Siren said, "Hagrid, where's the troll's club?"

"That useless stick?" Hagrid recalled. "I think I threw it into the Forbidden Forest yesterday. I'll go check now. I think I can still find it."

(End of this chapter)