Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 205 An Immature Idea

“Sirius, we agreed beforehand that we would only take one look.” Once we were outside the castle, Sirius lowered his voice and said, “But you were practically growing onto Harry just now. It’s only because you’re Harry that you’re like this. If it were anyone else, they would probably have noticed that something was wrong.”

"I... I really couldn't help it." Sirius reverted to his original form, shrinking into the shadows with his back to the castle, but a smile he had never shown before appeared on his face.

“I’ve never seen Harry up close before. He looks just like James, but his eyes are like Lily’s.”

Sirius looked up at the sky, as if lost in some kind of memory.

"Thank you," he said suddenly. "Thank you for helping me see him. Although I don't know what your real purpose is, I will never refuse if it is something I can do."

“Don’t worry, you can definitely do it,” Xilun said.

The sky grew even darker, and lights came on in Hagrid's cabin in the distance.

“You should go back to the castle,” Sirius said.

“It’s alright, I have this anyway.” Xiren took out the Marauder’s Map. “You must know very well how many paths back to the castle are in here.”

“Two, one is the Quidditch pitch dressing room, and the other is the outer wall behind the castle,” Sirius said. “The Marauder’s Map…it’s probably my proudest masterpiece.”

“But there’s one thing I still don’t understand.” He looked at Celen, “How do you know I’m Bigfoot?”

“Don’t say Remus told you.” Before Siren could speak, he said again, “I know Remus too well; he couldn’t possibly have told you this.”

“It wasn’t Professor Lupin who told me,” Celen said. “I saw it myself.”

"What you saw?"

"Yes."

"Impossible. How old are you? You weren't even born when we made the Marauder's Map."

“That’s not what I meant,” Siron said. “It was through the crystal ball. Actually, I’m a wizard with the talent for prophecy.”

Sirius looked at Sirius suspiciously.

It wasn't that he didn't believe, but wizards with prophetic abilities were extremely rare; at most, only a handful would appear in a century.

“I told you before, I made a prophecy about Harry,” Siron continued. “I saw that he would have a new family relationship this year, and it would be related to his father.”

Sirius's pupils suddenly contracted...

He remembered; Siron had indeed said that, right there in that place that looked like a doghouse. And at that time, he hadn't yet mentioned his relationship with Harry.

"Do you really possess the talent for prophecy?" he asked uncertainly.

“Of course, I saw it from the crystal ball. You were holding the Marauder’s Map and saying to Harry, ‘I am Bigfoot, and Moonface is your Professor Lupin.’”

“That’s amazing,” Sirius said, instinctively believing Sirius’s words… or rather, he was willing to believe that one day he could stand in front of Harry and talk to him in his original form.

As long as he acknowledged that Xilun possessed the gift of prophecy, it meant that this event could actually come true later, so he instinctively chose to believe it.

Xilun was also very happy.

Tom Riddle's fabricated excuse to frame him was incredibly useful.

No matter what he said, as long as it's linked to prophecy, it suddenly becomes easier to accept.

Sirius Black is the most obvious example. He didn't even believe his own reasons, but as soon as the topic turned to prophecy, Sirius believed it.

Divination classes are great, I should take divination classes.

Xiren once again emphasized the importance of the Divination class, which was now second only to the Transfiguration class.

He needed to make the story seem more real and to convince the other professors that he truly had a prophetic talent.

It's unlikely they'd believe it wholeheartedly, since Professor Trelawney of the Divination class was considered a fraud in their eyes. However, they'd at least have to hear about it from other students.

Let's lay the groundwork beforehand. When Xilun brings this up again, they'll subconsciously recall similar rumors they've heard before, and then suddenly realize... "Oh, so what they said was true."

What's more, he really does have some prophetic talent... so no matter who comes or how they investigate, his excuse will never cause any problems.

"What do I need to do next?" Sirius asked.

“You don’t need to do anything,” Celen said. “Just be a good dog… Remember to spend more time with Tooth, it’s a black dog too, so it won’t look out of place if you’re together.”

"Also, you're not allowed to approach Harry and Ron." "But Peter, that rat..."

“No buts, Sirius,” Sirius said, extending his hand, where an orange-yellow vertical pupil seemed to appear on the surface of the ring on his finger.

"You must listen to me, or I won't hesitate to petrify you again."

"Why!" Sirius asked excitedly. "I don't need your help. I can take care of him myself. And you want Black's old house? No problem. I'll tell you the address and the key after I kill Peter."

“That’s why, Peter can’t die,” Celen said. “I have a rough idea… something, perhaps more important than what’s in the old Black house, but only Peter can access it, so he can’t die.”

To be honest, Sirius didn't understand.

It wasn't that he looked down on Peter, that coward, that wimp, that shameful traitor. What could he possibly know? He could only know Voldemort.

Suddenly, Sirius seemed to realize something, and his initial excitement gradually subsided.

“If you’re trying to use Peter to clear my name… no need, Ollivander, really, I’m not worth it.”

“What? Help you restore…” Xilun paused, “Ah, yes, that’s right, he can indeed help you clear your name, such as by suddenly appearing in public.”

"So don't be in such a hurry, Sirius. Just think of it as Harry's sake. He's not exactly happy living with his aunt and uncle. He even ran away from home this year."

"For Harry..." These words seemed to have some kind of magic, and after a moment of silence, Sirius Black actually nodded.

"Okay, I promise you, I won't go looking for Peter."

Xilun raised his eyes slightly.

That's interesting. Sirius said he wouldn't actively seek out Peter. But what if he didn't actively seek him out?

For example, he could go find Harry. As we all know, the Hogwarts trio always act together, and wherever Harry is, Ron is sure to be nearby.

Since Peter transformed into Scabbers, who was Ron's pet, finding Harry was equivalent to finding Scabbers.

However, Sirius did not expose Sirius's intentions.

He had lived in Azkaban for over a decade out of hatred, and it was impossible for him to give up his revenge against Peter Pettigrew just because of a few words from me. This was probably the limit of his endurance.

“Come to Christmas,” Siron said. “If you can do nothing, I might consider selling you a wand.”

"A wand?" Sirius paused for a moment, then smiled wryly. "Nobody will sell me a wand."

Since being imprisoned in Azkaban, he never thought he would ever get to hold a wand again in his lifetime.

"What are you saying? Have you forgotten my last name?" Xiren shook his hand, and a dozen different wands appeared in his grasp.

"Let me introduce you again, Siron Ollivander... Yes, the Ollivander you're thinking of, a wand maker."

Siren put the wand away again. "It's just a wand. I'm not only willing to sell it to you, but I'll even make a custom wand if you can afford it."

“Olivendell… the wand…” Sirius looked at Sirius blankly, stammering. “Aren’t you a prophet?”

“What nonsense! The prophecy is just because I have a talent for it,” Siren said. “My main job is still a wand maker… and the future owner of Ollivander’s Wand Shop.”

"See this one?" Sirius pulled out a special wand and waved it in front of Sirius. "Doesn't it feel familiar?"

"No, no," Sirius replied truthfully.

He found Xiren rather strange; it was just a magic wand, so why did he feel so close to her...?

“The core of the wand is Harry’s hair,” Celen said with a laugh.

"I'll buy it!" Sirius jumped up. "If it's true, I'll pay whatever price you want."

“It’s definitely real,” Siron said. “Harry asked me to make this one, and since I had extra material, I made an extra one.”

"I know you might not believe it right away, wondering how a wizard's hair could be used to make a wand?"

"But that's okay. You can stay at Hogwarts and take a look around. You'll soon find out that Harry actually has two wands."

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(End of this chapter)