Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 422 Durmstrang's Wand Order
Karkaroff must have been genuinely scared.

The next morning, despite Dumbledore's attempts to persuade him to stay, he insisted on taking all the students back to Durmstrang.

"I am very dissatisfied with the arrangements for this three-way competition."

He stood before Dumbledore, his face grim. "First you accused our players of cheating at the Quidditch World Cup, and now you're accusing me of cheating. You British wizards are so rude."

"Demstrang will never participate in the next championship, unless we host it!"

“Yeah, then you can cheat openly,” Harry whispered from below. “Ludo Bagman’s already gone, and I don’t know why he’s still being so stubborn.”

It's worth mentioning that Ludo Bagman had already sneaked away on the night the Triwizard Tournament ended. However, everyone's attention was focused on Scrimgeour, who had stormed into the awards ceremony, and no one noticed when he left.

Later, news came from Hogsmeade that a group of goblins had almost broken into the school in search of him, which made everyone realize that Ludo Bagman had run away.

However, compared to the explosive news of the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation betraying the country and helping three Death Eaters escape from prison, the Director of the Department of Sports running away with debts is really not worth mentioning.

Harry might not have remembered it if Karkaroff hadn't mentioned it.

“It’s alright,” Siren said nonchalantly. “By the time of the next Triwizard Tournament, Durmstrang’s principal will probably have been replaced.”

He didn't believe that the Death Eaters would let Karkaroff, who had betrayed many of his colleagues, go unpunished, especially since one of them was Barty Crouch Jr., a direct victim.

More than a decade ago, he was exposed only because of Karkaroff's identification; otherwise, he could have easily gotten away with it under the noses of the Aurors simply because he was Barty Crouch's son.

Those Death Eaters are no pushovers, and Durmstrang might not be able to protect Karkaroff.

After finishing breakfast, the group prepared to go find Hagrid, but just then, Krum, who was about to leave, walked over.

Can I talk to you?

“Sure, no problem,” Xilun said, slightly surprised.

Although he didn't know what Krum wanted to talk about, he didn't mind exchanging a few words with his former rival.

“Let’s go somewhere else, shall we?” Krum glanced at Karkaroff, who was talking to Dumbledore. “How about outside?”

"Row."

The two left the auditorium together and went outside to the wet ground.

It was only then that Xiren noticed that, besides Krum, there were several other Durmstrang students present... There were nine people in total, meaning that almost all the Durmstrang students who had come this time were here.

Siren gripped the wand in his pocket warily… Could these guys be sore losers and trying to play dirty tricks?

“Don’t be nervous, we mean no harm,” Krum said. “We’re just interested in your wand. I’ve heard from your Hogwarts students that you can make wands that are perfectly suited to wizards. Is that true?”

"You mean this?" Siren said with a sudden realization. "Of course, you could say that. After all, it's a wand made from one's own hair, so a good fit is a given."

"And what about its power? How powerful is the wand?" asked a dark-skinned Durmstrang student.

“It’s about the same as a normal wand.” Siren shrugged. “The strength of a wand isn’t something I, as the craftsman, can determine. It depends on the wand and the core. You can’t expect your hair to be stronger than a dragon’s heart chord, can you?”

A burst of laughter immediately erupted around them, and even the person who had asked the question laughed.

“However, there’s one thing,” Siren continued, “If the wand core is your hair, the resulting wand’s properties will be more suited to your own habits and strengths, which, in a way, increases its power.” “And what about the price?” Krum asked.

“Thirty Galleons,” Siron said.

“That’s a bit expensive.” Krum frowned slightly. “A single Gregovich costs only twenty-five Gallons.”

“If you need a wand made of unicorn tail hair, I’ll charge you twenty-five Galleons,” Siron said. “Wizards are very picky about their hair, and finding a suitable wand is not an easy task, so the price will naturally be a bit higher.”

“You’re right,” Krum said.

He glanced back and saw that Karkarov was already walking outside.

“If I want to buy one, can you deliver it to Durmstrang?” he said quickly. “We were just notified that we need to return immediately.”

"No problem, the post office has special long-distance owls, but it's not free, you'll have to pay for it."

Just kidding, this kind of long-distance delivery isn't cheap. Although Xilun doesn't know the exact location of Durmstrang, if we take Krum's hometown... Bulgaria as an example, this trip will cost at least two Galleons.

“I can accept it.” Krum agreed almost without hesitation.

For a famous international football star, there is no difference between two Gallons and two Nate.

“I’ll take it,” he said, handing a bag of Galleons to Siren. “But my hair isn’t long, is that alright?”

Krum has always had a buzz cut, a feature that remained unchanged even after he came to Hogwarts, so his hair is really not very long.

“That’s alright,” Xiren said.

This might be a problem for other wand makers, but it's not for him; he can make up for a lack of quality with sheer quantity.

Although Krum's hair wasn't long, it was still quite thick. After mentally preparing himself, he reluctantly grabbed a large handful and handed it to Xilen.

He moved so fast that Xilun hadn't even had a chance to say what he was about to say.

Actually, in order to deal with this situation, he had previously learned a simple little magic spell... the hair loss spell, which was originally a prank spell, but it just happened to be applicable to the current situation.

However, seeing Krum's somber expression, he hesitated for a moment and decided not to bring it up.

Then came the other Durmstrang students.

But they weren't international stars, and thirty Galleons wasn't cheap, so in the end, only five people, including Krum, decided to buy an extra new wand.

And like Krum, they all gritted their teeth and pulled out a handful of hair after paying.

Silen didn't say anything, but silently wrote down each of their names, and then gave a thumbs up... As expected of Durmstrang, he's really tough.

Just as the last person handed over the hair and Galon, Karkaroff emerged from the castle.

"What are you all doing here?" He glared at Krum. "Come on, we should go back."

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(End of this chapter)