Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 215 Sirius's Christmas Present
Sirius knew that Sirius would definitely come back, but he didn't expect that he would bring a gift.

Garrick wasn't too suspicious, assuming it had taken it from a Christmas tree in front of some store.

Today is Christmas, and almost every shop in Diagon Alley has gifts hanging on their Christmas trees. Judging from the packaging of the boxes, the shop owners who prepared the gifts probably didn't put much effort into it... The wrapping paper and ribbons were all haphazardly bundled together.

"It's almost noon, do you need me to prepare some food for it?" Garrick asked, quickly accepting the new member.

“No need, just prepare an extra lunch,” Sirius said, then made up another excuse and took Sirius upstairs.

As soon as the door closed, Sirius immediately changed back to his original form. If he could, he preferred to remain as a dog.

"You'd better avoid appearing in front of my grandfather as much as possible in the future," Siren said in a low voice. "Is this for your own good?"

Sirius didn't think much of it at first, until Sirius told him that Garrick was also an Animagus, and he realized how dangerous it had been.

Because after he learned the Animagus, he would subconsciously look for any traces of a wizard on other animals when he saw them.

This can be considered a kind of instinct.

His features are quite distinctive: gray eyes, and smoother hair on his neck, just like his hair used to be... Experienced wizards can recognize him at a glance.

Fortunately, after his escape, he was always disheveled and hadn't taken good care of himself. Plus, his hair had been dyed by Siren, so it wasn't very noticeable.

"Olivendell can even use Animagus?" Sirius couldn't help but exclaim.

“What are you talking about?” Siren glanced at him. “My grandfather wasn’t just a wand maker. Besides, do you think those ancient magical forests are some kind of resort?”

“Sorry, that’s not what I meant,” Sirius explained. “But my impression of Ollivander has always been that of a wand, not of superb magical abilities… I’d say ninety percent of wizards are like me.”

"Me too?" Xilun asked curiously.

“You’re different.” Sirius shook his head abruptly. “On the contrary, because of some past experiences, I always thought of you as a genius wizard and overlooked the fact that you can also make wands.”

Xilun's lips twitched, unsure whether he should be happy or not.

He might not be very happy, after all, he always thought of himself as a wand maker, not some genius wizard.

Moreover, his magical talent wasn't exactly that of a genius wizard; he just had more equipment.

While thinking about it, Sirius casually opened the package that Sirius had brought.

Inside was a dark horn, about the size of a palm.

The first thing Xilun thought of when he saw this color was a venomous unicorn.

It wasn't a unicorn; it was a magical creature that resembled a rhinoceros, but was much larger and also had a huge golden horn...

No, the size is wrong. The horn of the venomous unicorn is five feet long and weighs almost as much as an adult wizard.

And this one in front of us is only about the size of a palm.

“What is this?” Xiren asked.

“It’s said to be the horn of a horned beast,” Sirius said. “You need magical creatures to make the core, right? I found this at home, and there are some bones inside that look like they’re from a horned beast too.”

Xilun picked up the box again and pulled out a complete horned camel skull from it.

For a moment, Xilun was stunned.

Horned beasts... It seems like they haven't been found in the magical world since the last century.

The last few horned beasts are said to live in Newt's magical trunk.

For this reason, the price of everything related to the horned beast has been rising, and there is no market for it.

"Does the Black family's old house even have something like this?" Siren glanced at the horned beast skull again.

To be honest, bones are not a good choice for making cane cores, especially bones that have been sitting for who knows how long.

However, that horn is still quite good.

“My great-grandfather’s collection…” Sirius said dismissively, “along with a pile of junk. I’ll throw it all away sooner or later.” Sirius raised an eyebrow, not responding to that, but simply said casually, “Thank you for the gift. What did you prepare for Harry?”

"Why don't you see for yourself?" Sirius said with interest. "Didn't you say you have a talent for prophecy? This kind of small thing shouldn't be difficult for you."

Sirius glanced at Sirius, unsure whether he was doing it on purpose or just saying it casually.

But that's alright, he knows a thing or two about Harry Potter-style prophecies too?
"As for prophecy... I don't have a crystal ball, nor tea leaves, the fireplace is downstairs, and staring at the flames all the time feels a bit strange."

"Let's use cards then." Sirius casually pulled out a deck of cards and placed it on the table, letting Sirius draw one at random.

"Wait a minute." Sirius Black frowned. "Although I've never taken a divination class, card divination definitely uses cards, right? Why are you pulling out a deck of 'Crackling Bomb' cards?"

“This is all I have… well, they all have the brand name in them, so I’ll just have to make do,” Xilun said. “Hurry up and pick one, or they’ll explode!”

Once the "Crackling Explosion" card is taken out of its special box, it means the game has started. If you linger too long when flipping the card, an explosion warning will be triggered.

Sirius, of course, knew this too, and quickly flipped over a card.

"A special card, the Golden Lightning?"

"Sirlen said in surprise."

"Special means that this item is not common, it must be a special item, and it must be very expensive."

"Golden Lightning...The Golden Snitch? It must be related to Quidditch, and lightning means speed."

“I understand.” Xilun nodded and said with certainty, “It’s the Firebolt, right? It’s currently the fastest and most expensive flying broom.”

"You, you really could tell!" Sirius exclaimed in astonishment, speechless.

He just couldn't connect the golden lightning with the fire bolts.

"How did you do that?" he asked curiously.

“I saw it,” Xilen shrugged. “Is this difficult?”

He doesn't need divination for this problem... Yesterday evening, the Quidditch boutique made a big announcement that someone had ordered a Firebolt as a Christmas gift.

Who else but Sirius Black would buy such expensive things and not show up?

So Xilun already knew the answer from the beginning; he just asked that question to change the subject.

In addition, no matter what card Sirius flips over, he can always find a way to get it to Firebolt, and Golden Lightning is relatively easy to get.

"Is it really that simple?" Sirius asked doubtfully, flipping over another card to try it himself.

Xilun glanced at it and noticed that the card depicted a crab with its shell covered in various beautiful and expensive gems.

Fire Crab, another special card.

But this time, Xilun didn't make any more predictions. Instead, he immediately turned his head and covered his head and face with his large school uniform robe.

next second...

"boom!"

Nearly half of the crackling explosion cards exploded simultaneously, with Sirius Black, who was closest to them, being hit first. In an instant, his upper body turned back to black, with wisps of smoke rising from his head.

“An explosion means setbacks…” Siron put down his school uniform robe. “It seems Harry won’t be able to use this gift of yours anytime soon.”

"Impossible." Sirius rubbed his face. "Those are fire bolts, and he's probably in dire need of a good broom right now."

"Don't jump to conclusions," Xilun shrugged and said, "You'll find out in time."

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(End of this chapter)