Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 80: Get money and buy dragon blood wood!
Late at night, Xi Lun returned to the wand shop. His tense spirit suddenly relaxed, followed by a strong sense of fatigue and a dizzy head.

But Xi Lun forced himself to stay awake and did not go to bed to rest immediately. Instead, he first closed the curtains and then loosened his left hand which had been clenched tightly.

A small pile of grayish-white debris fell from the loosened palm like crushed, burnt charcoal.

Before Siren walked into Knockturn Alley, it was a complete, two-inch-long wand.

It was also because of this wand that Xi Lun subconsciously ignored the possible dangers in Knockturn Alley.

Come to think of it, since he can release the Killing Curse without any conditions, how could Xi Lun be afraid of those guys in Knockturn Alley who only bully the weak and fear the strong?

The facts did not disappoint Xi Lun. The enhanced version of the Killing Curse killed all the enemies instantly. He didn't even need to summon the unicorn to buy time to escape.

The price was that when the afterglow of the Killing Curse faded in Borgin and Burke's, the wand also completely disappeared, leaving only a handful of hot ashes in his hand.

A thousand years of dragon blood wood, snake wood fragments, fragments of Voldemort's soul, nothing is left.

Although the price was high, Xi Lun had to admit from the bottom of his heart that it was really worth the money.

No spells or gestures are needed, just a little bit of magic power is needed to instantly cast the Killing Curse, which also deals group damage and automatically locks onto the enemy.

Except for a few minor side effects, everything else is perfect.

Too bad it can only be used once.

Xi Lun found a box and carefully poured the ashes in his hand into it, as a souvenir to commemorate his first escape from death.

It's really strange. How could he, a wand maker, be in a more dangerous situation than the savior? I don't know if those people have accomplices.

There should be no more.

According to Old Borgin, there were only six Death Eaters who had come to Diagon Alley from North America using Polyjuice Potion. They were all there, neatly packed, accompanied by some of their master's men...

Yes, in a sense, they died together with Voldemort's soul fragments. For the Death Eaters, this is a great honor.

Xi Lun felt that he was a really good person. When someone wanted to kill him, he actually helped them realize their dreams. Is there anyone else in the world who can do this?

No, none at all.

When Xi Lun thought about this, he seemed to feel much better.

He lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and inevitably began to have wild thoughts again.

Old Borgin only said that six Death Eaters came from North America. Are there any from other places? What if there are six more from South America?

Thinking of old Borgin, Xi Lun always felt that there was something wrong with him at the end, a little too polite, especially when he was about to leave, his upper body was almost parallel to the ground, and he spoke with a tone of awe.

But he was quite tough before, especially when it came to Garlon, his attitude of wanting to fight to the death almost made Xilun unable to keep pretending.

When did he start to change... Oh, by the way, when talking about Quirinus Quirrell, he seemed to become humble all of a sudden.

He also generously stated that Xilun could challenge for the spoils first and did not have to stick to the promise of taking only one item. If he was unsure, he could help with advice.

If he was facing a wizard like Dumbledore, it would be understandable.

But he's clearly not Dumbledore, and that's not normal.

Xi Lun thought vaguely, his eyelids growing heavier...

Moreover, he seemed to regard the function of the wand as a means of the Ollivander family... Well, that's not wrong, it can indeed be said to be a means of the Ollivander family.

……

I don’t know how long it took, but daybreak came.

Xi Lun climbed out of bed in a daze and rubbed his eyes hard.

He slept very badly that night. He was always dreaming, and sometimes he would be suddenly awakened not long after closing his eyes. Xi Lun didn't know if this was the reason why he used the Killing Curse to kill other wizards for the first time, but after he took out Silver Mane and held it in his hand, he was finally able to fall asleep.

But it was already early in the morning, and he had only slept for less than three hours.

Xi Lun walked downstairs yawning.

His grandfather, Garrick Ollivander, had already opened the door and was standing behind the counter, ready to greet customers.

By the way, the Hogwarts admission letters were sent out yesterday, and the new students will come to Diagon Alley to buy their wands one after another.

"There's a letter from the school, it's for you." Garrick handed a letter and a bag of Galleons to Xiren.

Xi Lun opened the yellow parchment envelope and began to read.

The content was basically that he should take the Hogwarts Express to school from Platform 9 on September 1st as usual. It also listed a long list of new books he would use this year, which was even more exaggerated than last year.

"The Standard Book of Spells, Level 2", by Miranda Goshawk... This is nothing special, a standard one-year edition, and the price of five Sickles is not expensive.

But what's the rest...

The Break with the Ghost, by Gilderoy Lockhart.

Running with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart.

Walking with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart.

……

There are seven books in total, and the cheapest one costs five Galleons.

Damn it, how could he have forgotten about Gilderoy Lockhart.

Xi Lun scratched his hair. No wonder Garrick gave him an extra bag of Galleons. This year's textbook fee was really astronomical.

How could Dumbledore agree to such an outrageous request? Could he have taken a kickback?

Xi Lun thought secretly in his heart.

"Grandfather." He looked up and said, "I'll put up an ad outside later. It's about wand dye spray and stickers. Oh, and the maintenance kit we agreed on two years ago."

"Hmm?" Hearing Xilun's words, Garrick's reaction was the same as before, somewhat resistant.

But he didn't refuse immediately. Instead, he asked, "Why? Didn't you also think those things were a lie before?"

A sticker of the same magical beast as the wand core costs one knut and sells for one Sickle. Rare edition glitter stickers cost two knuts and sell for five Sickles or more.

The spray is even more exaggerated, and the price is Galleon.

Only the maintenance kit is better, and the cost price can be raised to Xico.

To be honest, even Xilun himself felt embarrassed after the price was set, so he never actively promoted the product.

"Don't think those books are too expensive," Garrick said with a smile. "We still have enough money."

"No, it has nothing to do with that." Xi Lun looked dazed, as if he was thinking of the unreasonable killing curse last night.

It’s really useful. It’s only been one night and Xilun is already feeling insecure.

But Voldemort's soul is easy to deal with. Whether it is a Horcrux or Harry, they can always find a chance to poke a piece out. But the wand is a bit troublesome.

Xi Lun rubbed his face, his expression becoming more and more determined. It was just a reputation. He just wanted to make money now to buy dragon blood wood!
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(End of this chapter)