Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 434 Harry's Nightmare

How expensive was the opal used on that wand?
To be honest, even Xiren didn't know. He just wrote to Fleur, telling her he needed an opal to adorn his staff, and she sent him this... but judging by the size, it probably wasn't cheap.

It just feels like a huge rip-off. It took almost a month of work, but they only charged me 30 Galleons for the labor.

Xilun smacked his lips.

Fortunately, the youngest daughter of the Delacour family should be starting school soon. If there's a chance, I'll try to make some money off her.

Siren found a box, first transforming its exterior into a rainbow of colors, like mother-of-pearl, then stuffing it with a handful of gold foil. Only then did she put the wand inside, intending to find a suitable opportunity to send it to France.

Garrick went back behind the counter. After what had just happened, he simply sent Siren back upstairs.

To be honest, Siren's idea of ​​custom-made wands conflicted with his own, but every Ollivander has his own ideas, and he chose to respect them.

However, this concept cannot be implemented in the store before I retire.

“What’s so great about it?” Siron returned to the second floor and muttered under his breath, “Once I take over the wand shop, I won’t sell you your wand either… Wait, Hedwig?”

As Siron turned his head, he suddenly noticed a familiar white owl standing on the windowsill, exactly like Harry's Hedwig.

"How did you come?"

Hedwig raised her paw and placed a letter on the table.

Harry's letter wasn't surprising, since Hedwig was Harry's owl. What was surprising was that the letter even had an envelope?
Harry actually managed to get an envelope from the Dursleys?
Sirius subconsciously thought of the note Sirius left on Platform 9. It seemed he had indeed had a heart-to-heart talk with Dursley, and it had been quite effective.

Xilun opened the envelope.

Dear Siren:
I don't know how to say it, you might think I'm talking nonsense, but my scar started hurting again last night, and it hurt terribly.

The last time it hurt this much was in first grade, when we met Quirrell and Voldemort behind him.

I wanted to ask, as the oldest family in the magical world, do you know when magical scars will suddenly become painful?

Harry Potter.

……

Harry's scars are hurting? That's not a good sign.

Siren gradually became serious. He knew that there was a small fragment of Voldemort's soul inside Harry's body. The sudden pain in the scar meant that Voldemort had come online and was completing some kind of special connection with that fragment of soul.

Sure enough, he knew that Barty Crouch Jr. and the three Death Eaters wouldn't just sit idly by.

Xilun pondered for a moment, then pulled out a piece of parchment.

Harry:

There are many reasons why your magic scar might suddenly hurt. If you have time, you can come to Diagon Alley to find me (or wait until you come shopping).

Siren Ollivander.

Instead of handing the letter to Hedwig immediately, Celen looked at it and asked, "I need a reliable owl right now. If you're free, would you mind flying to France? As payment, I can pay you two large bags of owl nuts."

Hedwig tilted her head and stretched out a paw.

“No problem, three bags,” Xilun said, handing it the written letter. “Let’s get down to business first. Come over when you have time.”

Hedwig grabbed the reply and left through the window.

……

Harry arrived much earlier than expected, and the next morning he appeared at the door of Ollivanders wand shop.

“I’m here to buy some things, and I’ll visit Ron again if I have time,” he explained.

“Ron is fine,” Celen said. “Bill went back to Egypt, and Charlie went back to Romania a week ago. He occasionally brings Mr. Weasley meals to the Ministry of Magic when he’s busy.”

“That’s good,” Harry said, looking somewhat absent-minded. Siron led him upstairs.

“Tell me about your scar.” Sirens glanced at Harry’s forehead, at the lightning bolt-shaped scar.

Harry instinctively reached out and touched it.

"I know you might not believe me..."

“I believe you,” Siren interrupted him. “Scars caused by magic will remain until the magic completely disappears, and the pain is often a feedback from the magic.”

After hearing what Siren said, Harry inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, choosing Xilun was the right decision; his words just now sounded very professional.

"So you think my scar hurts."

“You already have the answer, don’t you?” Siren said. “Voldemort.”

Harry fell silent.

When he wrote to Xilen, he actually wanted to hear a different answer, a normal answer that could be explained by magic.

“Can you tell me more specifically? When did your scar start to hurt?” Xilun asked.

“It was the night before I wrote to you,” Harry said. “I had a nightmare, and then the scar started to burn like fire, but it was fine when I woke up.”

"Nightmare? Do you remember what it was?"

“Of course I remember.” Harry shuddered and nodded slightly.

"It's a snake."

"snake?"

“Lots of snakes,” Harry said, his face pale, as if just recalling them was a terrifying thing.

"There were about a dozen snakes as thick as trees, intertwined with each other. There seemed to be several people wearing black hoods around them, gathered around a purple... or maybe blue campfire, as if they were performing some kind of ancient ritual."

“Then…” Harry shuddered again, “the snakes gave birth to a baby…”

“You mean, those snakes?” Siren interrupted him.

“Yes, I don’t know how to describe it, but it really was a dozen snakes giving birth to a baby together,” Harry said, his face contorted with emotion.

It was clear that he was struggling to find the words to describe the scene he saw in his dream, but he failed.

"and then?"

“I’m awake,” Harry said. “For some reason, when I saw that baby, my scars felt like they were being branded with a red-hot iron.”

“I’ve logged in with my main account…” Xiren murmured.

"What?" Harry didn't hear clearly.

“Ah, I mean you could write a letter to Dumbledore and tell him the news,” Sirius continued.

“But didn’t Mr. Weasley say that Dumbledore is always very busy?” Harry hesitated. “I don’t know if it will interfere with his work. Maybe my scar hurts because I accidentally touched it while sleeping and had a nightmare.”

This was actually the answer Harry really wanted to hear from Siren, not the truth.

“Don’t worry, just keep writing,” Siron said. “Dumbledore can tell what’s real and important.”

……

(End of this chapter)