Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 75: Is Voldemort worthy? (Please read)

Xi Lun felt like he was being laughed at.

He wasn't very good at flying, but what was the problem? Wasn't that normal? After all, even Hogwarts didn't allow first-year students to try out for the Quidditch team. His level was already much better than most of his peers.

At least he wouldn't suddenly slip off his broom.

"If I remember correctly, dragon blood trees are not suitable for making wands." Charlie looked away embarrassedly.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because most of the people who come to buy dragon's blood wood are alchemists, followed by potion makers and magizoologists." Charlie said, "Anyway, since I came here, I've never seen Mr. Ollivander specifically looking for dragon's blood wood, and the same goes for Mr. Gregorovitch."

Gregorovitch is also a famous wand maker, but he is more famous in Eastern Europe, mainly providing wands for students of Durmstrang.

In addition, Beauxbatons in France also has a wand maker they cooperate with, named Cosme Acajol. He is the oldest of the three European wand makers, but his reputation is far less than the other two.

In the wand business, reputation isn't always synonymous with ability, but it does have some bearing on it.

Just like Charlie mentioned two people just now, but simply ignored the other one.

There is also the French Delacour family. When they wanted to make a Veela hair wand a few years ago, they went directly to Garrick Ollivander instead of choosing the closer Akayol.

"Wait a minute..." At this moment, Xi Lun suddenly noticed something very interesting. "Charlie, you just said that you came to buy dragon blood wood? Can this thing be purchased casually?"

"If it's just dragon blood wood, then yes." Charlie explained in a low voice: "The cost of the protected area is too high, and the funding from the Ministry of Magic of various countries is getting less and less. There is not even enough food for the fire dragons. We can only find a way ourselves.

"Dragon blood wood and dragon dung are both considered special products of the reserve. Unlike fire dragons, they don't have strict requirements. We can handle them freely."

"Is it expensive?" Xi Lun's eyes lit up. If he could buy it, that would be easy. His grandfather had just received last year's subsidy for new wands, which was worth hundreds of Galleons.

"It's not expensive. A five-year-old dragon's blood wood bookmark is only ten Sickles. If you like, I can give you one."

Xi Lun couldn't laugh anymore.

It's not because it's cheap, but because it's too expensive.

Ten Sickles were enough to buy a snack pack on the train, which included two boxes of Chocolate Frogs, a bag of Super Puff Bubble Gum, two large boxes of Pippi's Every Flavour Beans, five licorice wands and a 3-inch cauldron cake, enough for two little wizards to eat as much as they wanted along the way.

And this is just the price of five-year-old dragon blood wood. What Xilun wants is not this ordinary stuff.

"By the way, you're also in the first year. Do you know Ron Weasley? He's my brother and he's in Gryffindor."

"I know him." Xi Lun said casually, "We were once assigned to the same dormitory."

"What did you say?" Charlie's voice became much louder, and he looked at Xiren in disbelief. "But he is... Could it be that you are also a Gryffindor?"

Looking at Charlie's surprised face, Xi Lun felt like he was hit by an arrow again.

It was as if everyone had tacitly accepted that a wand maker could not be sorted into Gryffindor, even Gryffindor graduates were no exception.

"The Sorting Hat thinks I'm a good fit there," Xi Lun said casually, then continued to ask, "Is there any dragon blood wood that's a little older, like a thousand years old?"

"No." Charlie shook his head without hesitation. The longer the dragon's blood tree grew, the stronger its scent became, and the fire dragon liked it more. But just like ordinary plants cannot be overwatered, excessive dragon flames can also make the dragon's blood tree unbearable.

Moreover, the Fire Dragon Reserve was established only about a hundred years ago. Even if there are older dragon blood trees, they can only have existed before the establishment of the reserve, and their number is too small.

"Okay, but if there really is such a dragon blood tree, how much do you think it would cost?" Xilun asked tentatively.

"That's hard to say." Charlie thought Xiren was just curious. After thinking carefully for a moment, he said, "I've only seen two-hundred-year-old dragon's blood wood. The buyer was a Bulgarian alchemist. It was about the same as a broomstick. He paid a hundred galleons for it."

"So expensive?!" Xi Lun was a little bit overwhelmed. Although he thought it was very expensive, it was still too exaggerated.

Even if he simply added the time, a thousand-year-old dragon blood wood would cost five hundred Galleons, and he might even need more than a thousand years.

Can't afford it, can't afford it at all.

Looking at Xilun's helpless look, Charlie just felt a little funny... It was just a casual chat, why did he take it seriously?

"Don't even think about it." Charlie said with a serious look, "Those ancient dragon blood trees are the most precious treasures even among fire dragons. They absolutely forbid any creature from approaching them.

"So the price isn't that important. You need to be brave enough to fight a fire dragon for the pillow."

Charlie told a joke and made himself laugh.

But Xi Lun couldn't laugh at all, because he really wanted to buy it.

No wonder his grandfather looked so grim after he took the dragon's blood wood away, as if the wand shop was about to go bankrupt and close.

Now Xi Lun fully understood that Garrick Ollivander had no intention of making dragon blood wood wands, so he got some benefits.

But where did he get that dragon's blood wood from—the Hebrides?

Xi Lun thought of this place immediately. When talking about fire dragons in the British magical world, most wizards can only think of two places, besides the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary, there is the black dragon in the Hebrides.

Moreover, according to the records in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", the black dragons of the Hebrides have existed for at least several centuries, almost as long as Hogwarts, so it is possible that ancient dragon blood trees really exist.

However, the location of that place is a mystery. It is said that it is surrounded by protective magic such as the Fidelius Charm, and only a few wizards can find it.

Xi Lun sighed. In this case, it seemed that the only easier way was to spend money.

It's just that the price is too scary. Compared to that thing, nine galleons of unicorn tail hair suddenly doesn't seem so expensive. And a hundred galleons a pint of Acromantula venom is also quite a good deal.

Xi Lun suddenly felt that Voldemort was a little unworthy - just a dark wizard, why was he worth spending more than five hundred Galleons?

No, that guy wasted more than 500 Galleons!
Thinking of his dragon blood wood branch that was blown into pieces, Xi Lun even had the urge to dismantle the short wand and let the unicorn push a hole in Voldemort's wand.

But as soon as this idea came to mind, it was suppressed by Xi Lun - it was too wasteful, so he should use something else to pay off the debt.

Those Horcruxes are pretty good.

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(End of this chapter)