Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 13: Choosing a Wand

The wand chooses the wizard... A year ago, like Hermione, Siron thought this phrase was a gibberish word Ollivander came up with to increase the mystery.

It wasn't until last year that he realized things weren't quite like that.

All of this stemmed from a magic wand, a magic wand that failed and then succeeded.

Xilun remembers it very clearly.

Maple wood, with moonbeast neck hair, 11 inches.

[Status: Perfect]

[Characteristic: Slow; the slower the incantation is cast, the higher the success rate.]

It was a success because the entire wand was completely flawless, in exactly the same condition as the one Ollivander made.

Failure, of course, is that exaggeratedly sluggish characteristic, which is exactly the opposite of a normal wand.

If you chant the spell too slowly with a normal wand, the magic will dissipate before it can even gather.

But the one he made... Xilun tested it once, and once the chanting speed exceeded two sounds per second, it couldn't react and then crashed and shut down.

Two sounds per second, but a levitation spell takes three and a half seconds?

Isn't that utter nonsense?!

Siren always thought the wand would never sell, and Ollivander thought so too, until one day, a special customer came to the shop.

A dejected striker who, due to a curse, can only utter one sound per second.

Well, he and that dull wand were a match made in heaven, a perfect pair.

He had already mentally prepared himself for not being able to continue being a wizard, but that possibility was completely reversed by a magic wand.

Of course, he can no longer be a striker, but he can still use magic, so he won't become an oddball.

And so, Celen successfully sold his first wand, which was also the first time he hesitated about whether there was really such a thing as a wand choosing its wizard.

There's a reason behind a saying that has been passed down for over two thousand years.

And after accepting these things, some things suddenly became much smoother.

"Wands choose wizards. Since I was able to make one, someone must be able to use it. Even if not now, there will definitely be wizards who can use it in ten or a hundred years."

It was through this statement that Siren gradually convinced Ollivander to accept his unorthodox staff core materials, and reluctantly helped him find Hinkpunk's leg bone, the feathers of the Ball Bird, and the brain and nose hairs of a troll...

Think more.

Xilun quickly shook his head.

He now only wants to improve his abilities and perfect his own unique wand system.

Siren was well aware that his talent in magic was limited. Although it wasn't bad, it certainly couldn't compare to geniuses like Dumbledore or Voldemort.

In order to protect himself and his grandfather Ollivander after Voldemort's return, he must find another way to increase his strength.

The wand... or rather, the wand properties that only he can see, if used properly, might just open up a completely new path.

Furthermore, wand makers don't have to worry about resistance issues and can freely use every wand they create, which is also an advantage.

Of course, it would be even better if, in the process, a wand stronger than the Elder Wand could be made.

Although it's difficult, it doesn't need to be done right now.

Dumbledore is still alive, no rush.

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The Gryffindor common room was a bit far. Following the freshmen and prefects, Sheren walked up and down the stairs, stopping and starting, twice passing through doors hidden behind sliding panels and curtains, and then climbing a long flight of stairs.

During this time, they also encountered a peculiar ghost.

One is a dwarf who looks like a ghost but can touch objects.

They learned his name from Prefect Percy.

Pee-Pee is a prankster ghost who likes to throw canes or other objects at students' heads.

But he was afraid of the professor and another ghost called Bloody Barrow, whom Percy only used to scare him before he ran away.

Xilun turned his head and stared thoughtfully at the corner where Peeves had disappeared.

Does the Pikachu have a physical form?

If so, can his hair be pulled out?

It's too late now, and there are too many people around, so Xilun decided to find another opportunity to ask properly.

"You should be wary of Peeves," Percy warned, leading the group forward.

"Blood Man Barrow is the only one who can control him. He doesn't even listen to us prefects. We've arrived."

He stopped in front of a portrait at the end of the corridor, depicting a plump woman.

"Password."

"Dragon scum," Percy said.

The painting wobbled and moved forward, revealing a circular hole in the wall.

This is the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.

To be fair, in Xilun's opinion, this place is really big, big enough to fit more than ten wand shops, and there's even a spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

The boys' dormitory is on the second floor.

Five-person dorm rooms are really not good. To be honest, the moment he saw the dorm room, his resistance was even greater than when he saw it in the auditorium.

There are too many people, which makes it very inconvenient to do certain things. Can't Hogwarts provide more dormitories?

The answer is yes!

When Siron approached Professor McGonagall with a "let's give it a try" attitude and asked to live alone in a dormitory, the vice-principal did not immediately object.

"Can you tell me why?" Professor McGonagall put down her quill.

In fact, most Gryffindors prefer communal living, making them the house with the largest number of students in dormitories.

Correspondingly, Ravenclaw has the fewest dormitory students and also receives the most applications for single rooms.

Perhaps it's because wise people prefer to be alone.

Unexpectedly, on the first day of school, Siren, who was assigned to Gryffindor, applied for a single room.

"If I had to give a reason, would it be that I'm worried about disturbing other people?" Xiren thought for a moment and said, "The noise I make while making the wand is a bit loud. Everyone is tired after a long day, and I'm afraid it will disturb their rest."

"Making wands..." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, remembering Siron's other identity. She was mainly surprised that Siron had started this job at such a young age.

"Okay." Professor McGonagall agreed almost without hesitation.

The reason is quite good; Gryffindor just happens to have some spare dormitories, so there's nothing to hesitate about.

"This is the key to your new dorm room." She took out an old-fashioned brass key and handed it to Xilun. "Don't lose it. There's a reverse lock on the dorm door; it can only be opened with the key."

"Also, let me remind you that if you ever want to go back to your original dorm, you must get your roommate's permission in advance, otherwise I will not agree."

"Ah, I see," Xilun said casually, not caring.

That's ridiculous. If he wanted to live with other people, why would he bother applying for a single dormitory room?

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