Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 408 More Than One Wand
When Xilun returned to the labyrinth, the shattered mirrors vanished in an instant, as if they had never existed.

It was only then that Xiren noticed that he was standing at a very special crossroads, with a total of nine different roads leading in all directions.

Apart from the path he came from and the correct exit beneath his feet, the remaining seven paths are interconnected, forming a separate circular maze.

And that purple mist was right in the middle of this circular maze.

Previously, Siren was wondering why Dumbledore and his companions would set up such an obvious trap... those wrong forks in the road were obvious in the moonlight.

But now he understands.

Because in that space made entirely of mirrors, everything around is hidden, and if you can't find the right exit, you'll just be trapped inside, going around in circles.

But there's no need to panic. After all, there are only seven wrong paths, which isn't a lot. You'll eventually find the right one if you try a few more times.

But how many times do I need to try, and how much time will it take?
That's hard to say.

This is a three-way battle for supremacy, and time is of the essence. Even Xilun, who was far ahead in the first two events, only entered the competition ten minutes earlier than the second-place finisher.

If we really tried each path one by one, we might be able to go straight to the championship celebration ceremony of the Three Kingdoms Tournament as soon as we emerged from the dead end.

"This is such a hassle." Xiren glanced back again... He would rather face ten Blast-tailed Snails than venture into such a complicated magical trap again.

After resting for a short while, Xiren continued on his way.

He was lucky; he didn't encounter any similar magical traps on his journey after that.

But it's not all empty space; once you leave the outer 'safe zone,' this maze is fraught with danger.

After some unknown fork in the road, Xiren encountered a group of magical creatures that resembled goblins but were even uglier, and they wore scarlet hats on their heads that looked as if they were soaked in blood.

Or perhaps they were hats soaked in blood, because ever since they appeared, Xilun had smelled a strong stench of blood.

Red Hats, a dark creature classified as XXX (capable wizards can handle), was something Professor Lupin taught them in class when they were in third grade how to deal with. He just needed a Stunning Charm.

Xilun recalled that when Professor Lupin checked the assignments, almost everyone passed smoothly.

But the situation in front of us was clearly different from that in the classroom. The pitch-black sky and the intricate hedges created the perfect scene for the Red Hats to hunt.

Under the cover of the hedges, they would suddenly appear around a corner and then attack Xilun's ankles with their sharp claws.

Just like the Grindylo at the bottom of the lake, on land, Hibiscus could easily take down a dozen of these little creatures. But at the bottom of the lake, a single Grindylo could render her immobile.

Those referees always manage to create the biggest trouble for them in a relatively simple way.

At first, Siron wanted to continue using the unicorn's soul to lead the way, but he soon discovered that the unicorn's soul was more suitable for targeting incorporeal dark creatures such as Dementors and Boggarts.

However, when facing a serious creature like the Red Hat, whose intelligence is limited, its deterrent effect is quite limited; it can probably only serve as a light source.

But that's enough.

He switched to another wand, slowed down, and walked cautiously forward, ready to extend his wand at the first sign of a red hat pounce from a corner.

"Collapse!"

"He collapsed to the ground, unconscious!"

A dazzling red light flashed incessantly in the maze, occasionally accompanied by the screams of the woman in red hat before she lost consciousness.

"No, I see it clearly this time, that Siron Ollivander has changed his wand again!" someone in the stands shouted.

Although from their perspective, the warriors in the maze were only the size of a wizard's chess piece, they could see every single movement of the warriors clearly because of the magic.

Especially those who have panoramic binoculars.

Therefore, thanks to the reminders of those who were paying attention, many people saw Siren changing his wand.

"How is that possible? Aren't all wizards only allowed to have one wand?"

Some students from Beauxbatons raised questions, which were also the thoughts of many people present.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Fred said from the stands where Gryffindor was, clearing his throat. “Sirlen is a wandmaker; he can use any wand he makes.”

“It’s not just that,” someone else said.

"Oh?" Fred asked, puzzled. "Dear George, do you have anything to add?"

“Of course, my dear Fred.”

Amidst the curious stares of all the Gryffindors, George calmly stated, "As far as I know, Siron Ollivander possesses an ability that no wandmaker possesses: he can create wands that perfectly match a wizard's hair. And their power is astonishing."

“I see,” Fred said in surprise. “No wonder his stun spell was so powerful; it didn’t seem like something a minor wizard would do.”

……

"I can't take it anymore!" Not far from the two, Ron scratched his head in frustration. "What the hell are they doing?"

"It seems like they're... advertising for Siron?" Harry said uncertainly.

The reason for uncertainty is that Ollivander is already the most famous wand shop in Britain. Almost all new students go to that small shop in Diagon Alley to choose a suitable wand before starting school, so there is no need for them to advertise.

“Maybe they were saying it for the foreigners to hear,” Hermione said thoughtfully.

After Fred and George finished speaking, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's students immediately started chattering amongst themselves. Even Karkaroff and Maxim on the referee's bench frowned.

“Headmaster Dumbledore, is this true?” Madam Maxim asked.

“As far as I know, yes.” Dumbledore nodded with a smile. “Siron is indeed a gifted Ollivander, and I dare say it won’t be long before his wand-making skills surpass those of his grandfather.”

"To be honest, I've always wanted to buy one of those special wands, but I'm a little reluctant to part with my hair and beard..."

Dumbledore stroked his silver-white beard, sighed, and said, "You may not understand now, but as I get older, these are my most precious things. If I could, I would actually prefer to spend more Galleons."

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(End of this chapter)