Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 424 Maxim's Wand

[Walnut wood, mixed giant hair, 19 inches]

【Condition: Perfect】

【Characteristic: Giant Bloodline (Intimidation): Once the spell is formed, it will emit the unique shriek of a giant, destroying the enemy's will.

Giant Bloodline (Sturdy): This is a very hard wand, capable of even shattering stone.

Giant Bloodline (Deterrence): In exchange for immense power at the cost of a 10% reduction in spellcasting speed. Depending on the spell, the spell's range is increased by 30%, or its effect by 20%.

On the morning before the holiday, Xiren looked at the wand in his hand, which resembled a short sword, and nodded in satisfaction.

Strictly speaking, this should be the first time he has made a wand for a half-giant.

Hagrid's wand doesn't count; the troll spine wand was just more suitable for him. The one he's holding now is the first wand truly designed specifically for a half-giant.

Overall, Xilun is quite satisfied, except for one rather strange thing...

Ms. Maxim has always said that she is just big-boned, but this wand is the exact opposite. From the core material to its characteristics, it emphasizes the word "giant blood" from beginning to end.

Fortunately, Ms. Maxim cannot see these things, otherwise it's hard to say whether she would use the wand.

At eight o'clock, Sirius went downstairs to have breakfast. This was also the busiest time in the Great Hall, with most of the professors present. Madam Maxim was chatting with Dumbledore.

She seemed somewhat distracted, glancing every now and then at Hagrid, who was sitting on the far side, but Hagrid just kept eating in silence.

At the Christmas ball, Maxim's words broke Hagrid's heart, and the two never spoke to each other again after that.

Of course, Beauxbatons' runemasters, Haig, are still well taken care of; they even seem to have gained weight recently.

The auditorium was bustling with noise. Siren walked straight to the teachers' table and, under Maxim's watchful gaze, took out the nineteen-inch-long wand and placed it on the table.

The wand made a dull thud the moment it touched the table.

“It’s much slower than I expected,” Maxim said, his eyes fixed on the wand in front of him.

The wand seemed to possess some kind of peculiar magic; in an instant, she was deeply captivated, and her heart pounded with excitement.

On the surface, however, Maxim remained calm and complained that Xilun was too slow, making her wait several more days.

“I’m sorry, but your hair is a little picky, and it’s really hard to find a partner for it,” Siren said, pointing to the wand. “Half of the time has been spent waiting for this.”

He was referring to the wand itself, made of genuine French walnut, the preferred material of royalty and nobility, which gleams with a deep, honey-golden sheen in the sunlight, making it extremely captivating.

Of course, the price is also very attractive; I feel a little heartache just thinking about it now.

Increase the price! We absolutely must increase the price!

Next time I encounter a mixed-race customer, no matter what kind of mixed-race they are, I have to add five Gallons.

"Oh, so this is a wand made from wizard hair? I'm still quite surprised, even though it's not the first time I've seen one." Dumbledore turned his head to look at him, a hint of astonishment flashing in his blue eyes behind his glasses.

He could vaguely sense a slight connection between the wand and Madam Maxim.

He had only ever seen something similar with the Elder Wand.

The most powerful wand also has this special magical connection with its true owner.

"Want to give it a try?" Siren asked.

“Of course,” said Ms. Maxim. The wand wasn’t an ornament; whether she liked it or not was secondary. What mattered was whether it could help her cast spells more effectively.

“How about we go to the empty classroom on the left side of the second-floor corridor?” Dumbledore suggested. “That’s where the seventh-year Defense Against the Dark Arts exams are held, and there are lots of magical dummies there.”

"no problem."

Ms. Maxim said that she picked up her wand from the table and strode out of the Great Hall, with Sherren and Dumbledore following closely behind.

As soon as the three left, a buzz of discussion arose around them.

The other students were also curious and wanted to follow along, but because Headmaster Dumbledore had gone with them, they didn't dare and could only huddle together with a few friends to guess what was going on.

"Sirlen had a tough time, but he finally finished," Harry said softly at the Gryffindor table, seemingly relieved for Sirlen.

“That’s right.” Hermione nodded. She knew all too well how busy Siren had been these past few days, having gone to the Forbidden Forest four or five times.

“Now I think thirty Galleons for a wand is really not expensive at all.” Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice.

He finally understood what Xilun meant by "just earning a meager living".

"What if Ms. Maxim isn't satisfied?" Hermione asked worriedly, as if she had thought of something. "It would be fine if it were any other wand, but other wizards probably can't use that wand either."

Harry, however, did not have such worries; he had confidence in Siron.

"Don't worry, she'll definitely be satisfied. I dare say no one can refuse Siron's wand."

"I hope so," Hermione said.

……

About twenty minutes later, the three returned, with Ms. Maxim walking in the lead, her steps light and cheerful.

Hermione rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things. That was Maxim, a half-giant even taller than Hagrid, moving with such light steps?
At this moment, Xiren sat down next to him, quickly grabbed a sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth. At the same time, he looked up and asked, "Has the owl arrived yet?"

“Ten minutes ago,” Hermione said. “I checked the Daily Prophet, and there was nothing in it.”

"Ok."

“But why did you take so long?” Hermione asked.

“Don’t even mention it,” said Siron. “Mrs. Maxim seems determined to try every spell imaginable. If Professor Dumbledore hadn’t urged her, she wouldn’t be back by now. I should have finished breakfast before I went to find her.”

"Is she satisfied?"

“Of course,” Xilun blurted out, while simultaneously recalling the scene on the second floor earlier.

Ms. Maxim was indeed very satisfied, or rather, she was too satisfied, which is why she kept trying it out as if she had received a new toy.

However, because of this, Xilun also figured out the meaning of the so-called giant bloodline (deterrence).

Generally speaking, area-of-effect spells, such as raging flames and thunderous explosions, will have their range increased by 30%, while single-target spells, such as disarming and immobilizing, will have their power increased by 20%.

The only problem was that the spell was taking a while to form. Siron frowned as he watched from the side, but this was probably related to the magical characteristics of the half-giant himself, and there was nothing he could do about it.

However, Ms. Maxim's previous wand was the same, so she not only didn't feel it was slow, but actually felt that the casting speed was much faster.

……

(End of this chapter)