Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 114 A Gift for Hagrid
Siren hadn't expected Hagrid to have prepared something for him as well.

The bag was full of magical creature materials he had recently collected: hair, scales, feathers, and even unknown bones. There were many of them, and the bag was quite heavy.

At the same time, Celen also brought out his gift... an oak stick that was over two feet long.

The thing had just been taken out of the lizard skin bag when it slammed into the floor with a thud, creating a small dent.

“This is…” Hagrid initially thought it was a Quidditch player’s bat, but the weight was a bit off; he’d never seen a bat that could dent the floor.

“The wand.” Xiren flexed his wrist slightly. “You’ve seen the core; it’s that complete troll spine.”

“Troll… Merlin’s beard, you really turned that thing into a wand?” Hagrid looked at Siron in surprise and couldn’t help but step forward.

Hagrid knew that Siren intended to make the bone into a staff core, but he didn't think he could succeed.

As far as I remember, that thing was nearly three feet long at the end. How could it possibly be made into a staff core like a unicorn's tail hair?
Now Xilun says he's done it?
Hagrid couldn't resist walking over and examining the baseball bat closely.

Although the length does match, he still finds it hard to believe.

"Is this thing really a magic wand?" Hagrid couldn't help but ask.

“It’s the real deal,” Siron said. “However, unlike traditional wands, this wand can only be used with the Armor Charm, but that has its advantages.”

In less than a minute, Siron gave a detailed introduction to the wand's features... which was actually just one sentence.

One can cast an armor spell on oneself using magic, but that's all that's possible.

This unique wand amazed Hagrid... It was the first time he had ever seen a wand that could only be used with one spell, but the fact that it didn't require chanting or hand gestures was truly captivating.

“This is my gift,” Celen said. “I was going to give it to you for Christmas, but the owl probably can’t carry it.”

“Ah? No, I can’t have it.” Hagrid shook his head quickly. “You know I already have a wand.”

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the cabinet in the corner, where the wand that Xilun had repaired for him last year was kept, and it was much easier to use than before.

“It’s different. You can use that one normally, but this one is best suited for combat.” Siren looked at him. “When you fought the Death Eaters more than ten years ago, you never used a wand, right?”

“That’s right… Oh, wait, how did you know?” Hagrid paused, taken aback.

When he fought the Death Eaters, Voldemort was still alive; Siron was probably only a few months old at the time.

"Headmaster Dumbledore told me."

Oh, never mind then. He didn't use a wand when he fought the Death Eaters.

The main problem is that it's too troublesome. You have to find someone first, determine the location, and then you have to chant incantations, aim, and swing your wrist. He's not good at this, and he always makes mistakes when he gets anxious.

Instead of wasting time, you might as well just charge in despite the Death Eater's curse and smash them into the wall.

“You are a wizard, Hagrid, not a real giant.” Cyren hoisted the troll wand. “Magic is your greatest strength, why not give it a try?”

"The Ironclad Charm will further enhance your body, and the heavy wand can also be used as a weapon, making it one of the most suitable wands for you."

“Still no good.” Hagrid continued to shake his head. “Too expensive. In Knockturn Alley, an unprocessed troll’s spine costs thirty gallons.”

“But that spine was given to me by you.” Xiren adjusted his pace. “…Quick, help me carry it, this wand is really heavy.”

"Ah, okay." Hagrid took the wand from Siron's shoulder with ease, as if it were a quill pen.

"How are you feeling?" Siren asked.

“Not bad,” Hagrid said, looking somewhat surprised.

The wand didn't look very big, but it weighed about the same as his six-foot-long stone bow. Although it was a bit too light for a weapon, it was still quite easy to handle.

Hagrid tried waving it again, and the wand made a piercing whistling sound as it sliced ​​through the air, like a roaring troll.

“This wand is perfect for you.” Siren nodded in satisfaction. “Others would struggle just to hold it, they couldn’t do it as easily as you.”

“Try using the Inflation Charm,” Siren continued. “You know the Inflation Charm, right? A normal pumpkin can’t grow as big as a carriage.”

A spell flashed through Hagrid's mind, but before he could utter it, a bluish-gray light suddenly flashed across his wand.

It started at the tip of the wand, then bounced off the end of the wand at an even faster speed, and finally disappeared into Hagrid's palm.

"Om..."

There seemed to be a faint layer of something in front of Hagrid, which was also bluish-gray.

"This is……"

“This is the Armored Charm,” Siron said. It was the first time he had ever seen the Armored Charm so clearly visible; Hagrid’s body was practically glowing.

Feeling the changes in his body, Hagrid was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth. If he hadn't clearly felt the magic on the wand, he would have suspected that it was the Ironclad Charm used by Siron.

There's really no need to chant incantations, and no need to worry about accuracy... A flicker of excitement crossed Hagrid's eyes.

Although he could only use one spell, it was enough for him, since before this, he had only relied on his fists to fight his enemies. "It seems it has chosen you too." Xiren recalled the speed of the Ironclad Spell just now and said with a smile, "If you feel that the wand is not powerful enough, you can try to make it into an axe, or some other weapon, as long as you don't damage the wand itself."

Upon hearing Xiren's words, Hagrid, who had originally intended to refuse, instantly forgot what he wanted to say.

"Make it into another weapon... what does that mean?"

“It means exactly what it says, like this.” Celen pointed with his wand to a tea towel on the table next to him.

The tea towel transformed into a gleaming axe blade, which, under Xilun's command, landed on the troll's wand.

The wand instantly transformed into an axe, similar in appearance to the one held by the stone statue in the castle, only shorter.

“That’s about it,” Siron said. “To match the troll’s spine, I thickened the oak staff. While this reduced its flexibility and stealth, it greatly increased its sturdiness, making it perfectly usable as an axe handle.”

"Professor Dumbledore should have a way to attach the axe blade without damaging the staff. Of course, you can use other weapons if you prefer."

Goodbye, Hagrid. I'll come see you again when I have time.

Before Hagrid could recover from his absurd suggestion, Siron had already returned to the castle and started having lunch.

He had wanted to give Hagrid that giant wand for a long time. Although its properties could protect him from the damage caused by the explosion when making the Dragonblood Wood wand, it would also make him dependent on it.

Xilun thought that the reason his dragonbloodwood wand had such a high failure rate was probably because he didn't have to worry about it exploding after a failure.

Since they won't be affected by the explosion, why would they care?

Siren giving it to Hagrid was both a good and bad thing.

……

In the afternoon, Harry returned, bringing news of Dobby, the house-elf.

"So all of this was done by the Malfoys' house-elves?" Ron's voice rose, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"It closed the platform entrance to prevent you from boarding the train, and then directed the ball to hit your head, all to save you?"

"That's what it said..."

"Do you believe it?"

Harry didn't say anything. He also couldn't understand it, but deep down he felt that Dobby hadn't lied to him.

Seeing Harry's silence, Ron immediately understood what he meant.

“That’s a Malfoy elf,” he emphasized. “Maybe this is all a Malfoy conspiracy. Don’t forget that the traveling ball almost hit you in the head. Can you call that saving you?”

“Dobby said it was an accident, that it just wanted to break my arm,” Harry said softly, sounding a little unsure. “When it was explaining this to me, it kept banging its head against the wall, so it didn’t seem like it was lying.”

“That’s one of Malfoy’s usual tricks,” Ron said with a disdainful sneer.

Harry became even more hesitant.

He wanted to trust Dobby, but the thought that Dobby was a member of the Malfoy family made that trust crumble rapidly.

"Speaking of which, how did you know it... Dobby is a Malfoy elf."

“I saw it,” Harry said. “When Malfoy’s father came to pick him up from the hospital, Dobby was with him. They thought I was asleep, but I was actually awake the whole time.”

"Dobby came to see me again later that night, and I recognized his dirty tea towel immediately." Harry suddenly frowned. "But Ron, what are house-elves? Are they like goblins?"

“Of course they’re different,” Ron said. “A house-elf is the best helper in a wizarding family. They can help with a lot of things. My mother has always wanted a house-elf to help her.”

"Goblins are useless; all they do is steal potatoes and cabbages from the ground."

Is she like a maid?
Harry nodded, seemingly understanding.

Just then, Sheryl and Hermione returned from the library.

Upon seeing Siren, Harry suddenly remembered some other things Dobby had said...

"At Hogwarts, something terrible is about to happen, or perhaps it has already happened. History is about to repeat itself, and the Chamber of Secrets will be opened once more..."

What do "history repeats itself" and "locked room" mean?
And what about the terrible things that have already happened? Are they related to the attack on Shiren? It seems like this is the only major event that has happened at Hogwarts recently.

But Xilun is perfectly fine now, nothing happened to her at all. She goes to class and the library as usual, and doesn't seem to have experienced anything terrible.

Moreover, none of the other professors mentioned this; only Lockhart kept bragging about it.

Harry had so many questions in his head, but Dobby would always hit him on the head with a water jug ​​halfway through his explanations, so he never had a chance to ask any more questions.

……

(End of this chapter)