Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 6 How Can You Swear?
August passed quickly.

On September 1st, Ollivander took Siren to an alley outside King's Cross Station early in the morning via the Knight Bus.

"That's outrageous! It's your first day of school, and Garion and Lila didn't even deliver a letter!"

This was the third time Ollivander had complained about his son and daughter-in-law today, and it was obvious that he was very unhappy.

But Xi Lun didn't care.

"Botanists are all like that. It's common for them to wait months for a single flower to bloom. Aren't you used to that?"

"I just think this isn't fair to you," Ollivander sighed. "Today is such a big day."

"You're overthinking it." Xi Lun said, he really didn't care.

"That's very kind of you to say."

Just as Xi Lun was thinking about how to comfort his grandfather who was standing up for him, someone suddenly patted his shoulder hard.

"In that case, I'll take you here." In the face of Xi Lun's incredulous eyes, Ollivander took out his wand.

"Mr. Drew wrote to me last night saying he had discovered a pine forest inhabited by Bowtruckles in the Dorset forest. The trees are all over three hundred years old. I must hurry and take a look."

"Well, good luck to you!"

Without giving Siren a chance to speak, Ollivander disappeared instantly as soon as he finished speaking.

"Meow~Ah~"

It was the first time Tom saw a wizard use Apparition. He was frightened by the sudden change, his back arched high, and all the hair on his body stood up.

By the way, Tom is the name Xi Lun gave to his pet cat. It has no special meaning. He just feels that foreign cats should be called Tom.

"It's okay, relax." Siren, having regained his composure, gently soothed his pet. "No wand master can resist the allure of a Bowtruckle, especially a newly discovered group of Bowtruckles. This is a normal reaction."

To be precise, Ollivander is not interested in the Bowtruckles, but in the trees in which they live.

Not just any piece of wood can be made into a wand. Magic is not that casual, and there are many requirements involved.

The most important point that cannot be ignored is to gain the recognition of the tree protectors.

Only when the Bowtruckle builds its nest on it can you take its branches to make wands, otherwise it will be waste, no matter how good its age is... Oh, except for the dragon's blood wood, which is 100% recognized by the Bowtruckle, but they just don't dare to live there.

There are very few high-quality wand trees of this kind in the UK at present, so Ollivander can only go abroad to find materials.

This is also the reason why he was in a hurry to go there.

Xi Lun looked around. Fortunately, the alley they were in was relatively remote and there were no Muggles around.

As if he understood what Xi Lun said, Tom gradually calmed down and curled up on the suitcase again.

……

Xi Lun walked into King's Cross Station, found a cart and walked towards Platform 9.

Although it was his first time here, Xilun was naturally familiar with such a famous place as Platform 9.

It only took him ten minutes to find his destination... a small area between platforms nine and ten that was cast with a Muggle-repelling charm.

When he arrived, a round-faced boy was approaching one of the partitions cautiously. He walked very slowly, as if he was afraid of bumping his head.

However, this action annoyed an old woman dressed strangely next to him.

"Don't act like a coward, Neville. Go ahead and do it quickly!" Mrs. Longbottom shouted. The boy was frightened and rushed to the partition wall and disappeared.

No, rather than rushing in, Xi Lun felt that he was more like he was frightened and lost his balance, and fell over with the cart.

But Mrs. Longbottom didn't seem to notice. She seemed very satisfied with the boy's decisiveness and nodded with satisfaction.

At the same time, she also noticed Xilun next to her.

"You're going to Hogwarts by train too, right?"

Xi Lun nodded, thinking she was a little confused.

At this time, he was at King's Cross Station. If he wasn't going to Hogwarts, was he here for tourism? "What grade?"

"First grade." Xi Lun answered truthfully.

"Neville is also a first-year." Mrs. Longbottom glanced at Siren again and noticed that he was alone.

"Are you alone, and from a Muggle family that can't accept magic? Ha, this happens every year."

"Okay, kid, if you're looking for the platform..." She stretched out her hand and pointed at the wall in front of her, "Just run over there and you'll be there. If you're scared, just close your eyes."

She had obviously misunderstood something.

Xi Lun opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but after hesitating for a moment, he changed the subject:
"Ah, thanks."

It was not a big deal. Xi Lun pretended to be enlightened and pushed the cart towards the partition wall.

The moment you cross the platform.

"I hope you and Neville will be sorted into Gryffindor, it's the best house."

Then, the scene in front of me changed instantly.

Xi Lun didn't care about any of this, the words just now were still echoing in his mind.

Sorted into Gryffindor...

It’s so ugly!

Xi Lun felt terrible... He was a wand maker, and whether it was carving magic runes on the wand or rolling the materials into the wand core, it was all delicate handwork.

When doing these tasks, patience, carefulness and calmness are all essential. Sometimes it is common to sit in the house for a whole day in order to roll a perfect stick core.

But what kind of place is Gryffindor? Their bodies are faster than their brains. If they can't agree with you after three words, they will just draw their wands and fight. Although not everyone is like this, it's definitely a place where reckless people can be said to be.

Put him with Gryffindor?
You can’t curse like that, it’s really too ugly!
Xi Lun turned and looked at the wall, wanting to go back and persuade the other party to change the blessing... He really couldn't go to Gryffindor, otherwise he would definitely be ridiculed by his peers.

Just as this thought came to his mind, someone else came in from behind, and Xilun had to keep moving forward to make enough space for the newcomer.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hit you." The cart rushed past Xi Lun's arm.

"Ah, no." Xi Lun turned slightly, and then heard the other party continue to say,

"You're a freshman, right? As the prefect, I must remind you not to stay at the platform door. This will disturb others."

"I understand." Xi Lun looked at the red-haired man in front of him wearing horn-rimmed glasses, and the little movement of him fiddling with the prefect badge on his chest three times in half a minute.

Percy Weasley was an acquaintance, but he didn't seem to recognize him.

Xi Lun didn't say anything.

I was already annoyed when I was scolded for no reason, and then I got even more annoyed when I met someone who kept saying that I was the class monitor.

There was certainly no chance of a quarrel; he wasn't the rude type.

"Is prefect another name for the big-headed boy? Ha, as long as you like it." Xilun raised his eyebrows and looked at his badge with an expression as if he was looking at a troll. He turned around and walked away, almost covering his nose.

He is just a freshman who has not yet enrolled and does not know what a prefect is. There is no problem at all!
What's more, his badge really does say "Big Head Boy".

Percy's face turned red immediately. What was even more terrifying was that the whole process was seen by his two younger brothers, Fred and George. They were standing at the platform entrance, laughing so hard that they were rolling on the ground.

"You two must have touched my prefect badge!"

"nonsense!"

"we do not have!"

"I'm going to tell Mom!"

The platform entrance suddenly became very lively, but all this had nothing to do with Xilun. At this time, he had already boarded the train with his luggage.

(End of this chapter)