Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 401 The Elder Wand Maker's Surprise

Only Lila and Garian were in the meeting room, which surprised Celen, who had assumed his grandfather would also be there.

"He's talking to Dumbledore, he'll probably be here in a bit."

Lila returned, smiling at Celen, and said, "By the way, Apolline asked me to tell you that her family is very grateful to you for saving her daughter during the second project."

"Apollin?"

“She’s Fleur Delacour’s mother,” Lila said. “We’re actually alumni, but she’s a few years ahead of your father and me, so we’ve only met a few times.”

“Perhaps I’m not as noble as they think.” Xiren shook his head. “Besides, even if I didn’t bring that little girl up, the headmasters wouldn’t let her stay at the bottom of the lake indefinitely.”

“That’s not important, because you did bring her out,” Lila said with a smile.

Then Celen suggested taking them on a tour of the school, and the two agreed.

Although they had been to Hogwarts before, they had spent most of their time with Professor Pomona Sprout, who taught Herbalism. Their knowledge of Hogwarts was limited to the route from the foyer to the Gryffindor common room.

So this is actually a good opportunity.

There are many interesting things in Hogwarts: the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, the singing armor, and the walls covered with magical paintings, all of which amazed Garian and Lyra.

“Beauxbatons also has magical portraits,” Lila said, “but there are very few, and the people inside are all very solemn, not nearly as lively as Hogwarts.”

While she was speaking, she kept looking at a portrait opposite her.

Inside were Violet and her good friend, the fat lady, who had come to visit. The two of them were completely drunk, embracing a large wine barrel and shouting loudly.

Such a thing would be impossible to see in Beauxbatons. Even if it did happen, the portrait would be removed immediately without waiting until the next day, and replaced with a more dignified and elegant person.

"But to be honest, this noisy feeling isn't bad either."

“That’s just now,” Celen said. “You’ll know how bad it is if you happen to want to go back to the common room when they’re drunk.”

As a Gryffindor, you've probably experienced being unable to enter the common room at some point. Besides forgetting the password, the drunken fat lady is also one of the reasons.

Sometimes Xilun really hopes that the school can manage these portraits, at least by stipulating that drinking is not allowed while working.

Then, Xilun accompanied them for a walk in the sun-drenched area, and everything seemed very warm and cozy.

By the time they reached the other side of the castle, near the Willow Tree, Lila and Galian could no longer see anyone else.

“Okay, I knew it.” Xiren sighed and led them over.

Professor Sprout happened to be nearby, looking up at something.

"Pomona!" Lila called out from afar.

"Lila? Garian?" Professor Sprout was also surprised to see the two of them.

"How did you get here... Oh, right." Her gaze fell on Xiren. "Xiren is a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament. You must have been invited to watch the finals."

“That’s right,” Lila said. “What are you doing?”

“It’s nothing, I just suddenly noticed something strange,” Professor Sprout said, pointing to the willow tree. “Look, isn’t the main branch there broken off?”

Xiren paused, instinctively looking away, because the broken branch that Professor Sprout had pointed to was now in his shapeshifting lizard skin pouch.

Fortunately, the three of them were focused on the willow tree and did not notice this.

After that, Xiren simply made an excuse and jogged away...

It wasn't really an excuse, because at that moment his grandfather Garrick and Dumbledore happened to walk over from the other side.

The third project was about to begin, and to ensure everything went smoothly, they had just checked the warrior's wand one last time. "Of course, you don't need this, do you?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

“However, I am willing to abide by the rules of the Triwizard Tournament,” Siron said. “Let’s go back to the castle, after all, my wand cannot be checked in a short time.”

Dumbledore subconsciously thought of the large handful of wands that Siren had taken out earlier and nodded.

"That makes sense."

The group returned to the castle.

Dumbledore left quickly because he needed to discuss the details of the final match with the other referees.

Celen and Garrick randomly found an empty classroom.

“Alright, take out your wand,” Garrick said.

“I do need you to look at a wand, but not one of those,” Siron said, taking out the Marauder’s Map and, after making sure no one was around, pulling a green wand from his shapeshifting lizard skin pouch.

"This is……"

Upon seeing the wand, Garrick, who had been all smiles just moments before, instinctively sensed something was amiss and instantly became serious.

"It's a magic wand, but it's a little different from the others. I always feel like it's alive."

Celen said that she told Garrick all the characteristics of the wand.

Upon hearing that this was a wand capable only of casting the Killing Curse, the veteran wandmaker, with decades of experience, felt his legs go weak and nearly collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, Xilun reacted quickly and helped him up in time.

Garrick's first reaction after getting up was to wave his hand forcefully... as if something had enveloped the classroom.

“It’s alright.” Xiren pointed to the Marauder’s Map on the table. “I’ve been watching, and there’s no one around.”

Garrick didn't know what it was, nor did he care.

“It’s better to be cautious. Dumbledore and Alastor are both here.” He rubbed his throbbing temples and sighed. “Do you know that once someone discovers the characteristics of this wand, you who created it will be immediately imprisoned in Azkaban?”

“Ah, I know,” Xiren said.

The Killing Curse is an unforgivable curse... and a wand that can cast it with 100% success rate is undoubtedly an unforgivable dark magic item. If others find out, being imprisoned in Azkaban would be the least of his worries.

“Of course, no one else could possibly know,” Siren said calmly. “It’s just a wand that can’t be used to cast spells. Who would use the Killing Curse on it right away?”

“That’s true.” Garrick opened his mouth. He had intended to persuade Siron to destroy the wand, but he quickly realized that he couldn’t even convince himself.

This was the first time he had ever seen a wand that could cast a spell with 100% accuracy.

“But that’s not its strangest feature,” Celen continued. “Actually, what puzzles me most is another characteristic, which is also the main reason I came to you.”

"What?" Garrick asked casually, not paying much attention.

Is there anything more astonishing than the Unforgivable Curse?

"It can devour other wands."

"Boom!"

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(End of this chapter)