Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 423 Orders come one after another, Maxim comes to the door.

Just as they had arrived, Durmstrang's representatives once again departed aboard their large ship.

Dumbledore watched their ship sink to the bottom of the lake from the shore, along with many Krum fans.

Xiren looked at the transparent bag in his hand. If he shouted now that he had Krum's hair, he could probably make a fortune.

Well, while the idea was tempting, he still had basic professional ethics and couldn't disclose his customers' privacy. After all, this was the magical world, and a single hair could do a lot.

Moreover, this is his first step in expanding into the foreign wand market, and a good reputation is very important.

Siren returned to the castle.

Harry and Hermione were still there, waiting behind a pillar by the door. As soon as Harry saw Shiron, he asked curiously:
"What does Krum want with you?"

“I placed an order.” Xiren took out the bags and shook them. The gold coins jingled crisply, a sound that was truly delightful.

"Wand?"

"Ah."

"But don't they already have wands?" Hermione asked, puzzled. "Why would they need to buy another one?"

“What’s so strange about that?” Harry said. “Don’t a lot of people at Hogwarts order a second wand from Sherren, like me?” He took out his wand and showed it to her.

“It’s different.” Hermione shook her head.

Harry is right. Some students from Hogwarts did contact Shiron, but the number was not large, only about a dozen. Considering the total number of students at Hogwarts, it would be about one in fifty.

Durmstrang only brought twelve students, while Siren had five different bags of gold coins, nearly half full.

“Because they are Durmstrang’s students,” Celen said.

"Unlike Hogwarts, Durmstrang values ​​strength more, and wands are seen more as weapons... and weapons are always better when they are more powerful."

"Is that so?" Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

"How much is it in total?" Harry asked.

“One hundred and fifty Galleons,” Siron said.

"Huh?" Harry was taken aback. How much did he pay for this wand again...? He couldn't remember, but it was definitely cheaper than thirty Galleons.

“One hundred and fifty Galleons,” Xiren said, subconsciously calculating in his mind. “Thirty Galleons per stick, five sticks in total, is there anything wrong with that?”

“But isn’t a wand seven Galleons?” Hermione blurted out. “I heard Ron say that his wand is seven Galleons.”

“That’s just the price in England, plus the special first-come, first-served discount,” Celen said. “Without those, a wand would normally cost between twenty and twenty-five Galleons.”

“That still doesn’t make sense. You just said thirty… Oh, I see.” Harry blinked. “It must be because they’re not Hogwarts students.”

“It must be that only Siren can make those special wands,” Hermione retorted. “The extra cost is patent fees.”

“Hmm…not entirely correct.” Xiren thought for a moment and explained, “In fact, wand makers also have their own territories. If they want to sell wands across regions, the price must be higher than the local price.”

If possible, Siron would also like to use the price advantage to open up new foreign markets more quickly, but this is a convention that wand makers have agreed upon for hundreds of years, and as a member of Ollivander, he really can't ignore it.

However, it's not a big problem. He never intended to take over the entire wand market, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to finish it all.

All he needs to do is take a small bite out of every piece of cake, and that's enough.

“I understand,” Hermione said. “It’s like tariffs, isn’t it?” “Yeah, more or less,” Celen nodded. That was a pretty apt description.

"But seriously, you're really something, earning 150 Galleons in such a short time." Harry pursed his lips.

He was also rich; the gold in Gringotts vault could pile up into a small mountain. But it was all left to him by his parents. He himself had no ability to earn money and could be said to have been living off his inheritance.

“This is just the beginning,” Xiren smiled.

"You mean, people will still order wands from you?"

“A major event like the Triwizard Tournament won’t just be reported domestically,” Xiren said. “And more recently, this Triwizard Tournament isn’t just about Durmstrang.”

……

Just as Siron had said, not long after, Beauxbatons' men also found him, and they were heavyweight guests... truly heavyweights.

“Dear Ms. Maxim, I am delighted that you have recognized my work.”

Xiren hadn't expected that the first person to contact him, Beauxbatons, would be Principal Maxim; he had always thought it would be Fleur.

“Don’t rush me, I haven’t approved yet,” said Ms. Maxim, as she produced a wand that was about nineteen inches long.

Xilun looked up.

[Horn oak, dragon heartwood, 18 1/2 inches]

[Status: General]

[Special Feature: Spell effectiveness +7%, Area spell effectiveness +15%, Spell casting speed -5%.]

To be honest, it's a bit mediocre. According to Siron's own rating standards, this wand is at most blue. If it weren't for the 15% area-of-effect magic amplification, it wouldn't even reach blue.

“To be honest, because I… well, I have a rather large frame, choosing a wand has become a problem; most wands are too short for me.” Madam Maxim looked at Siron. “I heard you can customize wands.”

"No, it's not a custom wand."

Siren corrected, "The wand chooses the wizard only because of the core; it may feel closer to you, but that's not absolute. Even your own hair might reject you."

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” she said. “So, how many Galleons would it take you to make one of these wands?”

“Thirty Galleons,” Siron said. “I can have an owl deliver it to France, but shipping isn’t included.”

Maxim didn't understand what "shipping not included" meant, but from the previous sentence, she could roughly guess what it meant.

“There’s no need to send it to France; we’ll stay here for a few more days,” she said. “I think that should be enough.”

“If we’re lucky, we can,” Siren said.

“Deal.” Ms. Maxim readily paid thirty gallons, then plucked a hair from her own head.

In this respect, she was clearly much more cautious than Durmstrang's few foolish students.

She was given only one strand of hair, and its length seemed to have been prepared in advance, exactly eighteen inches long, about the same length as her old wand.

……

(End of this chapter)