Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 66: Revenge of the Unicorn
what's the situation.

Xi Lun stood there confused, not quite understanding what was going on.

The wand Dumbledore used was not the Elder Wand, and strictly speaking it could not be considered a normal wand.

"Mr. Ollivander, what's wrong with you?"

Dumbledore's voice brought Cilan back to his senses.

"Sorry..." said Xi Lun. He looked at Dumbledore again and couldn't help asking, "Professor, your wand..."

"Ah, I knew you would see that," said Dumbledore, without turning. "Yes, it is broken. It nearly broke in two during some battle."

Dumbledore walked through the flames, and just as Siren was about to follow as before, the flames that had originally separated closed again.

"It seems my magic is a little rusty. I'm sorry Mr. Ollivander, but could you please wait here for a moment?"

After saying that, Dumbledore pushed open the door behind the flames.

Xi Lun twitched the corner of his mouth...

If you don't want him to see the scene of the last level, just tell him directly. He is still new to magic, so are you trying to trick him into thinking he is a fairy?
It’s just Voldemort, who cares? He insisted on following him this time just to see if there was a chance to fulfill his previous boast.

It’s what I told the unicorn before, to find an opportunity for it to take revenge personally.

Originally, he wanted Harry to play for him, but he was interrupted by Lou Williams who suddenly went crazy.

Now Dumbledore didn't even give him a chance to watch the battle.

"I can't help it. I tried my best." Xilun whispered to the silver mane in his hand: "Why don't you wait a little longer? There will be another chance later."

Silvermane didn't respond, so Xilun took it as its agreement.

However, although he was blocked outside, when Dumbledore opened the door, Xi Lun still vaguely saw some of the scenes inside.

Harry seemed unconscious, but he was still clutching Quirrell's arm...

It might be Quirrell, because Xi Lun really couldn't connect the unknown creature in front of him with two faces, one arm, and half of his body like stone with the cowardly professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Quirrell roared, his expression distorted, as if he was experiencing some unspeakable pain.

The next second, his entire body quickly became dry and faded, and quickly fell apart like sand under the scorching sun, turning into ashes.

After that, the door was completely closed and not even a sound could be heard.

Xi Lun wandered around the small space bored, picked up a small bottle on the ground and shook it.

The potion inside should be able to penetrate black flames.

Xi Lun took it and shook it... Tsk, Harry drank it all, so it would be impossible for him to sneak in.

Suddenly finding nothing to do, Xi Lun simply walked to the long table and looked at the five bottles of potions on it.

There were originally seven bottles, but Harry drank the potion that could pass through the black flames, and Hermione took the potion that could pass through the purple flames and return to the original path, so there were only five bottles left.

According to the empty space, Xi Lun restored the location of the two bottles of potion that were taken away, and according to the clues nearby, he quickly deduced what was in each bottle.

The second bottle on the left and the second bottle on the right are nettle wine, cheap stuff, just ignore them.

Pack up the remaining poison and take it away.

Now that I'm here, I can't make a wasted trip. After all, it's the poison brewed by Snape. What if it comes in handy someday?

The only question is whether there is real poison in it. Snape and Dumbledore are in cahoots, and he must have known that Harry would come here.

What if Harry didn't make the right deduction and drank the wrong potion... If Snape was just going to deduct points from Harry and give him detention, he would definitely do it, but he definitely wouldn't kill Harry.

Perhaps all five bottles were nettle wine, but three of them had been made to look like poison.

Of course, even so, Siren still took the potion away. After all, these were Snape's works, and they looked like poison. Even if they were sold in Knockturn Alley, they would be worth a lot of money.

Just as Xiren was stuffing all the bottles into his robe pockets, the wand in his hand began to shake violently again, and at the same time a cold breath blew in his face.

Xilun suddenly looked up, and the black flames were torn open without any warning, and then a cloud of shadowy mist rushed out rapidly.

What's even more strange is that there is a terrifying face in the middle of the fog, cursing Dumbledore and Harry Potter as it flies.

After seeing that face, the wand shook even more violently.

Xi Lun knew very well that it was the unicorn that was urging him.

Well, there was no way before, but now that there is another chance, he will not go back on his word.

"But whether it works or not depends on you!"

In a flash, he raised his wand and aimed it at the oncoming cloud of smoke.

"Silver Mane Starfall!"

Before Xi Lun even finished the spell, a ball of blue light lit up at the tip of the staff, and a unicorn, also made of smoke, leaped into the air, its horn on its forehead shining with a cold light, and slammed into the black fog with all its might.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Only then did Xi Lun realize that Voldemort, in his wandering soul state, could scream so miserably. He never expected that the unicorn's soul could actually cause substantial damage to Voldemort in this state.

Voldemort's screams were the best proof.

"Who are you!"

As if with endless resentment, Voldemort roared and looked at Xiren.

Xi Lun's response to this was also very simple. He turned his head so that he could not see his face.

Are you kidding? That's Voldemort. He would have to be crazy to actively attract hatred.

Although this may not work, what if Dumbledore is nearby? Voldemort probably won't dare to stay for too long.

And given Voldemort's arrogant character, he probably didn't notice this little unknown person like me before.

The fact was just as Xi Lun thought. Although Voldemort wanted to cast twenty killing curses on Xi Lun, he didn't dare to stop or waste time to confirm Xi Lun's appearance.

Despite Dumbledore's threat, the unicorn showed no sign of stopping and turned around to rush towards him again.

Under this double threat, Voldemort could do nothing and dared not do anything. He could only rush forward without looking back.

The unicorn chased for a while, but Voldemort ran faster this time and disappeared into thin air in the blink of an eye. The unicorn had no choice but to return without a target.

Xi Lun noticed that there seemed to be something hanging on the horn on its forehead, gray like a dark cloud, and with a familiar cold feeling.

Ok?
But before he could take a closer look, Dumbledore came out and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Xiren was fine.

"Professor..." Xi Lun took the initiative to speak: "Just now, a group of unknown things ran out."

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Ollivander. The most important thing is that you are okay." Dumbledore said, "Could you please take Mr. Potter to the hospital ward for me? I'm afraid I have to attend to some more urgent matters first."

(End of this chapter)