Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 367 The Special Staff Core, the Exploding Tail Snail

On the second day of Christmas, everyone got up late.

There was no way around it; the Christmas dance party lasted until late at night yesterday, and even after it ended, everyone was too excited to sleep and chatted for a long time in the common room. It was already quite an achievement that we were able to get out of bed before noon today.

However, after reading the letter, Xilun did not go to the auditorium and returned to his dormitory early.

When I came for breakfast today, the hall was decorated the same as yesterday, but there were far fewer people. Only a few people were sitting at the four long tables.

"Hello, Xilun." Someone next to him greeted him.

“Hello, Cedric.” Celen nodded and served himself some fried eggs and buttered bread.

The Great Hall was nearly empty, with only him and two younger students around the Gryffindor table.

After greeting him, Cedric continued chatting with his friends.

"Tell me, is what happened last night true or not? Is Professor Hagrid really a half-giant?"

“He said it himself, and many people heard it. Was it Saide? I remember you were nearby.”

“No, I didn’t hear him say that.” Cedric shook his head. “It was Ms. Maxim. I only heard her scolding Professor Hagrid for talking nonsense.”

"That's enough. No normal person is that big, right?"

"And what about Ms. Maxim?"

She said she just has a large frame.

"Large frame? The only thing larger than her frame is probably an adult elephant!"

……

Xilun listened for a while and roughly understood what was going on, then sighed softly.

He had warned Hagrid more than once not to reveal his true identity, but Hagrid obviously didn't take it seriously and told Maxim anyway.

This might be related to Furong; many people now know that she has one-quarter Veela blood, which is no secret.

But Hagrid didn't realize that the difference between Veela and Giants was greater than the difference between Harry and Hermione's report cards.

……

After breakfast, Siron went to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The cabin door was locked. Ya Ya rolled around in the snow next to the pumpkin patch. Further ahead, closer to the Forbidden Forest, several divine horsemen were leisurely drinking single malt whisky, the rich aroma of which wafted far and wide.

Xilun knocked on the door, but no one answered.

“Oh, great, Fred,” he said, deliberately raising his voice. “Hagrid’s not here, we can go into the Forbidden Forest now.”

"No, you all stop right there!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the cabin was pulled open from the inside, and a haggard-looking Hagrid poked his head out and shouted, "The Forbidden Forest is full of dangers! You... Oh, Siren, why are you all alone? Where are those two rascals? They didn't already run in, did they?"

Having said that, he was about to walk out.

“No, Hagrid,” Celen quickly said. “They probably haven’t even gotten up yet.”

"Are you lying to me?"

"Who told you not to open the door for me?" Xiren said, walking into the cabin on his own.

A strong smell of alcohol, just like the one in the stable, wafted over.

Xiren frowned and took out his wand.

"Whirlwind Sweep!"

A gust of wind suddenly blew in, carrying the smell of alcohol from inside the house outside.

"So you want to get yourself drunk to death?" Xilun glanced at the empty wooden barrel in the corner; he remembered it was for feeding the divine horses. Twelve divine horses could only drink three barrels a day.

“I’ve heard about it.” Celen sat down in a chair, picked up the copper kettle from the stove, poured himself a glass of water, and poured another glass for Hagrid.

“Ms. Maxim had a big fight with you last night because she refused to admit that she is a half-giant.”

“I’m sure she’s the same kind of person as me!” Hagrid said gruffly. “I can feel it, but she just won’t admit it.”

“Actually, you shouldn’t say that.” Siren blew on the steam rising from his teacup. “Wizards are afraid of giants. If word gets out about what happened last night, you’ll probably be in trouble.”

"I'm not afraid of any trouble!" Hagrid suddenly became excited and said loudly, "At worst, I'll resign like Lupin and continue to be a gamekeeper."

Siren opened his mouth, wanting to tell Hagrid that he probably wouldn't even be able to keep his job as a gamekeeper, as angry parents wouldn't allow a half-giant to appear in their children's school.

However, after thinking about it, he realized that with Dumbledore around, such a thing was impossible, so he didn't say anything.

Moreover, judging from Hagrid's expression, he was still furious about what Ms. Maxim had said yesterday, and no matter what I said at this moment, he probably wouldn't listen.

"By the way, what about those blast-tailed snails..." Siren changed the subject, "How are they doing now?"

“Not so good.” With the mention of the Bombtail, Hagrid indeed stopped dwelling on Maxim’s denial of his identity.

He moved a large wooden crate out of the corner.

“They always kill each other. This one had half its tail bitten off, and it took me a lot of effort to pull it out.”

Xilun looked into the box and saw a motionless, grayish-white creature inside.

"Oh no, it seems to be dead."

It's not just a possibility, it's that he's dead.

"Can I have it?" Xiren asked, looking at the blasting snail in the box. "It's perfect for making a staff core."

“Okay, take it,” Hagrid said absentmindedly.

Xilun took it.

Although his purpose in coming here was to comfort Hagrid and mainly to chat, he happened to come across some good materials, so he didn't mind trying out this new staff core.

As for the staff itself, Xilun had quite a few suitable ones in his shapeshifting lizard skin pouch; he chose a holly wood one.

And so, while chatting with Hagrid, Siren polished the staff and inscribed magical runes.

He had done these things countless times before, and could do them without making any mistakes even when multitasking.

Siren and Hagrid talked a lot, including about Sirius Black's hearing. Hagrid's mood improved considerably after hearing that he was likely to be acquitted.

At this point, the shaft of Siron's staff was completed.

Because the slug's body was sticky, he didn't know how to proceed, so he removed its shell and used it as a core to integrate into the engraved runes.

Then put the two halves of the wand back together, and a magic wand is complete.

Siren didn't really care about this casual creation. After chatting with Hagrid about the golden egg for a while, he glanced at it casually while refilling his teacup.

But that one glance left him completely stunned.

[Hollywood, carapace of a flamingo snail, 11 1/3 inches]

【Condition: Perfect】

[Characteristic: Brutal: Avada Kedavra's formation speed +8%, spell range +10%.]

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(End of this chapter)