Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 433 The Wand Worth 170 Galleons
In the end, Celen did not agree to Fred and George's shameless behavior.

They even mentioned adding Ollivander to the store name; isn't that just a blatant attempt to ride on the coattails of Ollivander's popularity? People who don't know the situation might think that Ollivander Wands has started a side business.

Garrick was watching the whole time as Siren made this decision, but he didn't say anything except for a moment when Fred and George tried to 'ruin' Ollivander's reputation...including Siren's decision to lend them 1,300 Galleons.

In the following days, nothing seemed to change.

Diagon Alley was as bustling as ever, and the escaped Death Eaters seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

Gradually, everyone seemed to have forgotten about it, with only a small number of people still sending howling letters to the Ministry of Magic, urging them to quickly capture the Death Eaters.

……

As Hogwarts owls began to appear in the London sky, Diagon Alley gradually became more lively.

As the hottest part of summer was drawing to a close, Siron finally completed his most complex order ever… the wand of Fleur Delacour.

It has to be said that this was a very picky customer. Xiren tried every staff he could find, but none of them satisfied him.

But he still finished it.

Abandoning the conventional staff, it is made of magical mother-of-pearl collected by the cursed siren, and then mixed with the powder of a whole opal (provided by Fleur Delacour).

This is also the most beautiful wand ever made by Siren, with a rainbow-like, ever-changing luster that displays different colors when viewed from different angles. Besides being beautiful, it also corresponds to the Veela's breathtaking beauty when she is happy and her dual nature of transforming into a bird-like creature when she is angry.

There's one thing: aside from being pretty, this wand isn't anything special. Its properties aren't particularly outstanding either. The only thing worth taking a second look at is the [Siren's Blessing].

Water-related spells gain +15% effect...

After the wand was made, Garrick tried it out and found that casting spells was cumbersome and slow, even less smooth than casting spells without a wand.

"Will this really satisfy the customers?" he asked with some concern.

Although the wand cannot be used due to its special core, Garrick, a veteran wandmaker with decades of experience, could still sense the wand's drawbacks.

The wand, made of mother-of-pearl, doesn't quite fit the magic well, making it feel like an old flying broom from over fifty years ago—slow and unstable.

“That’s just your feeling,” Siren said. “If it were Hibiscus, it would feel different. In a sense, it was her own choice.”

“Perhaps you are right.” Garrick nodded thoughtfully.

Just then, the shop door was pushed open, and a crisp bell rang, reminding the two that a customer had arrived.

“Welcome…” Garrick smiled and looked over.

The visitors were a family of three: the parents, dressed in robes, appeared to be wizards, and a little girl who was clearly a new student who had received an acceptance letter.

As soon as she entered, her eyes were fixed on the seemingly glowing wand in Garrick's hand.

"Mommy, I want that!" the girl pointed and shouted.

Garrick, who had just taken out a measuring tape to measure the girl's arm, was stunned. He stood there blankly for a while before finally reacting and saying, "Sorry, this wand isn't suitable for you. Perhaps you could try..."

"No, I want this one."

The girl seemed determined and rejected Garrick's offer without hesitation.

Garrick then tried to persuade her parents.

“Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Wilson, look…” “Ah, it’s alright.” The middle-aged wizard Wells glanced at the wand in Garrick’s hand, seemingly casually, and said, “If she likes it, then buy this one.”

Garrick was even more confused.

He could understand that the little witch was naive and liked pretty wands, but why were the adults also so... willful?
Don't they know how important a wizard's first wand is?

What's the point of a beautiful wand if it's unusable? Why would you take it back and use it as a stick?

Before he could say anything more, Mr. Wales had already taken out a Galleon and placed it on the counter. "Seven Galleons for a wand, right?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, preparing to take the wand from Garrick's hand.

"Wait a minute." Xiren took the wand back first.

"What?" Wilson frowned. "I've already paid for it, this wand should be mine now!"

“That’s right, but it’s not enough.” Siren shook his head. “This wand costs 170 Galleons.”

“What do you mean?” Wilson suddenly became furious. He looked at Garrick and said, “Mr. Ollivander, your wand costs 170 Galleons? If that’s the case, I’d rather buy Gregorovich.”

"Don't get excited, sir," Siren said with a smile. "It's just that this one is more expensive, after all, it's made of special materials."

Wilson's lips twitched involuntarily. "What, what material..."

“Opal,” Celen said with a smile. “You must have noticed it too, this wand has the powder of a whole precious French opal on it, 170 Galleons, which is already at cost price.”

"By the way, this wand was specially commissioned by Ms. Maxime, the headmistress of the Beauxbatons School of Magic in France. However, if you need it, I can make another one, guaranteed to be exactly the same."

Wilson's face turned pale, then red.

He did see it clearly, which is why he wanted to buy it for seven Galleons so he could make a fortune by reselling it as soon as he got out.

I just didn’t expect that…

He wanted to throw a tantrum and act like a scoundrel, but his status as the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry prevented him from doing so.

Since he works at the Ministry of Magic, if this becomes a diplomatic incident between two countries, the minister would probably be the first to fire him.

Moreover, he knew very well that the young Ollivander in front of him was a warrior from the Triwizard Tournament, and that he knew Maxim.

“Ah, since it was custom-made by someone else… then, we won’t need it.” Wilson’s expression was somewhat awkward.

He roughly picked up the girl who was wailing and walked out without looking back.

"Sigh..." Garrick sighed helplessly.

“Don’t worry, they’ll come back,” Celen said calmly. “Grigovich’s wand doesn’t receive any subsidies from the Ministry of Magic.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Garrick said. “But is that opal you’re using really that expensive?”

He looked at his fingers, seemingly checking for any powder on them, and if so, he would have to remove it quickly.

However, Xilun's technology is excellent, so this situation obviously does not exist.

……

(End of this chapter)