Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 4 The Savior, the Wand, and Fate

"Good afternoon." Ollivander immediately entered business mode.

Xi Lun noticed that when he saw the person coming, his eyes lit up instantly, like two bright moons in the dim shop.

"Hello, hello." The boy looked a little restrained. After entering the door, he shrank his body, trying not to touch anything around him, and looked back at the giant from time to time.

"Oh, yes, I know I shall see you soon, Harry Potter. You have the same eyes as your mother did when she came here to buy her first wand..."

Ollivander lost himself in reminiscence. He rarely spoke so much before reporting wand statistics.

But the more this happened, the more nervous Harry Potter became.

While the two were interacting, Xi Lun's eyes were always on Hagrid. He noticed that half of a pink umbrella was faintly visible in the other's open coat.

And he clutched the umbrella even tighter as Ollivander lifted his broken wand.

This disguise was meaningless, especially in front of Xi Lun.

Willow (oak), Phoenix tail feather, 16 inches

【state:? ? ? 】

[Features: Indestructible. After undergoing some kind of transformation, this wand seems to have changed slightly. I believe no one wants to be poked by it.]

The status line is blank, probably because it was broken and then repaired.

Perhaps Xi Lun's gaze was too obvious, Hagrid felt a little guilty, tightened his coat to hide his umbrella, and slowly moved towards the door.

"It's just... just an ordinary umbrella... nothing fancy..."

"I can help you fix it."

"What?" Hagrid paused, his legs, as thick as pillars, trembled subconsciously.

"I don't understand what you're talking about... It's just... an old umbrella, it doesn't need to be fixed... Yes, that's it."

"I don't think so." Xi Lun shook his head and said thoughtfully, "Everyone thinks that the most important part of a wand is the core, but the truth is just the opposite. The wand body, which seems to be everywhere, is the most important component and also hides the true secret of the wand."

Hagrid's expression became more and more serious. Ollivander was listening nearby, but he didn't pay much attention. He just thought that Siren was explaining the mysteries of wands.

"Repairing the wand core isn't difficult, but the wand itself is different. Even with incredibly powerful magic, it won't be the same as before. Over time, it might crack again. At that point, you'll need to wrap it with another layer of magic tape, or wrap it with another layer of wood, like... an umbrella handle or something like that."

"What should we do..." Hagrid blurted out, and after reacting, he covered his chest again.

"I...I'm just curious."

"It's very easy to completely repair a wand." Siren pretended not to see his actions and continued, "Just find a highly skilled wand maker, such as Ollivander."

Hagrid became more and more serious, but at this time, Xi Lun suddenly turned around and went back behind the counter.

"You should also be a professor at Hogwarts, nice to meet you." Xi Lun stopped talking and did not continue.

Even when Hagrid looked at him, he just raised his head and smiled the sunny smile unique to an eleven-year-old child.

But Hagrid was different.

Xi Lun was right. After several decades, his repaired wand was covered with cracks and had to be wrapped with a layer of willow wood to secure it.

Although Dumbledore was highly skilled and the crack would not affect his magic, it was still a big trouble.

Hagrid had always wanted to fix it.

Unexpectedly, Xilun gave him an unexpected surprise, but he stopped at the most important part.

He stood there frozen, staring at Xi Lun with an expression of profound pain, and this expression lasted until they left the store.

The shop door opened and closed, and Harry left with a longing for the wizarding world.

Ollivander looked at the two increasingly blurred figures through the dusty glass and sighed.

"Is this fate? He took the wand after all."

Xi Lun shrugged and said nothing.

A few days ago, Ollivander rummaged through boxes and found a wand from ten years ago... the high-end one that he defined as a legendary golden one.

It seems that Ollivander also knew that Harry Potter would come to Diagon Alley soon, and started preparing from then on?

Tsk, what a cunning wand maker.

Fortunately, Ollivander had no idea what Siren was thinking, so he continued, "I've also thought about trying other options for him."

"Other options?"

Ollivander didn't explain, but simply pointed to the pile of wands on the table that had been tried by Harry Potter.

None of these are appropriate.

Xi Lun glanced around and narrowed his eyes.

The beech wood symbolizes wisdom and is the heart nerve of a powerful fire dragon. Only wizards who are both wise and brave can gain its favor.

Maple wood, phoenix tail feathers...continuous growth and hope.

Ebony, unicorn tail hair...don't forget loyalty while pursuing power.

In the wand language passed down from generation to generation in the Ollivander family, these combinations are almost all based on the character of the savior, but none of them are suitable.

Harry still chose the wand that was linked to his destiny.

Holly: Purity, rebirth.

Phoenix tail feathers: hope, rebirth.

After learning wandology, Xi Lun realized that these two materials should not be combined because there are some overlaps.

Only by dying once can you be reborn.

And purity, is it purity of the soul? That fragment of Voldemort's soul?
Xi Lun suddenly felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have been staring at Hagrid, the future material supplier.

I should have paid more attention to Harry.

"What are you thinking?"

Ollivander's voice brought Cilan back to his senses.

"Nothing." He shook his head. "I'm just thinking about the sorting. I don't know which house I'll be sorted into."

"It's all good, as long as it's at Hogwarts," Ollivander blurted out. "I almost forgot, you haven't chosen your wand yet."

As he spoke, he suddenly became interested.

"How about it, do you want me to help you pick one?"

"A new wand?" Siren blinked.

"Do I need it?" Without waiting for Ollivander to speak, he took out a handful of... things that could be considered wands from his pocket.

Unlike traditional vertical wands, the ones Xilun took out were somewhat unique.

There are arc-shaped, semi-circular, perfectly circular, right-angled, Z-shaped, lightning-shaped... There are a lot of them, about seven or eight in total.

But it wasn't just seven or eight, it was because Xilun's hands were too small and he could only hold this many.

Looking at those strange-shaped wands, several veins on Ollivander's forehead suddenly popped out and jumped.

"At least it's been passed down, it's been passed down..."

Ollivander took a deep breath and tried to convince himself to try to accept new things.

After all, he had tried those wands and they all worked.

Whether they work or not is another matter, at least they work, they are really magic wands, and that’s enough.

And he was still carving wood when he was eleven years old, but Xi Lun could already make real magic wands at the age of eleven, and more than one.

Not to mention his talent, even if you look back through the Ollivander family tree for centuries, you won’t find anyone who can compare to him.

Isn't it just that you like to bend the magic wand into a round shape? It's no big deal. Just swing it around and you'll be fine.

Before the next guest arrived, Ollivander finally convinced himself... well, sort of.

But after that, he never mentioned the new wand again, as if he had never talked about it before.

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(End of this chapter)