Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 474 Dumbledore Returns
If Fred first called Sirius Black the Hero Professor just to liven things up, now he's saying it from the bottom of his heart.

Or rather, it wasn't just Fred; almost every Gryffindor considered Sirius a hero who single-handedly slew Snape, the evil grade-deducting monster.

Snape can't lose points anymore, could there be better news?

That evening, the Gryffindors held a grand celebration in the common room, making it seem as if they had won the Quidditch Cup ahead of time.

The celebration lasted a long time until Professor McGonagall walked in from outside the corridor with a stern face, at which point people reluctantly dispersed and went back to their dormitories to sleep.

“Wait a minute, Mr. Ollivander.”

Professor McGonagall called out to Siron, who was about to leave.

“Professor McGonagall, is there something you need?” Siron asked.

“If you’re not busy right now, come with me…” Professor McGonagall said, turning and leaving the common room.

"Have you broken any school rules recently?" Harry asked with some concern.

"No," Xilun thought for a moment, "I spend my days in class and doing homework, where would I find the time to break school rules?"

"makes sense……"

"Stop guessing, we'll find out soon enough," Hermione urged. "Professor McGonagall is waiting outside, let's go quickly."

Xilun nodded and walked out of the passage.

Professor McGonagall waited beside the portrait of the Fat Lady. When she saw Siron come out, she didn't say anything, but led him directly to the end of another corridor and stopped in front of a gargoyle stone beast.

Xilun knows this place.

"This is the principal's office."

“Yes, Dumbledore has something to ask you,” said Professor McGonagall, then called out in a clear voice, “Fluffy Tooth Peppermint!”

The dripping stone beast stood up and moved to the side, revealing a spiral staircase that kept going upwards, splitting the wall behind it in two.

“Go quickly, the headmaster is waiting for you inside,” Professor McGonagall said.

As Siron stepped onto the stairs, the wall clicked shut behind him, pulling him upwards to a gleaming oak door with a griffin-shaped knocker.

As if he already knew that Sherren was outside, Dumbledore opened the oak door as soon as he was about to knock on it.

“I hope I haven’t spoiled your fun,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “Would you like some butter cookies? They should taste just as good as the ones you had at your celebration.”

"Ah, okay, thank you." Xiren looked at the plate floating in front of her, picked up a cookie from it, and took a bite.

It tastes really good, with a sweet buttery flavor and a hint of raspberry.

"Principal... I heard from Professor McGonagall that you wanted to see me?"

“It’s nothing,” Dumbledore said. “Oh, come in quickly, don’t just stand in the doorway.”

Xilun walked into the principal's office.

Facing them was a magnificent golden perch, upon which stood a beautiful red bird, its eyes fixed on Xilun with a wary gaze.

Fox, a phoenix that is always wary of Celen.

When Xilun looked over, it immediately let out a low, guttural call.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you,” Dumbledore said. “Fox is not yet molting, and there are no extra tail feathers to give you.” “I… I don’t want any phoenix tail feathers either,” Cyren said guiltily, turning his head away and not looking at Fox again.

But then again, does the phoenix possess the talent of seizing thoughts and understanding others' ideas, able to guess what someone is thinking with just a glance?

Oh, no, even Legilimency shouldn't be able to see his thoughts.

“Please allow me to ask one more question.” Dumbledore gently stroked Fawkes’s feathers. “Siron, can’t you make wand cores from wizards’ hair? Do you still need these traditional wand core materials?”

“I’m just providing an additional option,” Celen said. “And not everyone likes a wand made from their own hair.”

While a wand with hair as its core is most suitable for a wizard, this high degree of resonance can also amplify the wizard's own shortcomings.

Therefore, not all wizards like this type of wand, and the market for traditional wands remains large.

"I see." Dumbledore nodded in realization. "Speaking of which, did you also discover Sirius's problem through your wand?"

Sirius glanced at Dumbledore instinctively, and only then did he realize why he had been summoned to the headmaster's office... It was indeed because of Sirius.

Dumbledore remained standing there, gently stroking Fawkes, but upon seeing those bright blue eyes, Celeste quickly turned away.

No, why is he hiding?

Xilun thought to himself, then looked over again.

“No,” he said. “I gave Sirius his wand. The core is Boggart, and that hasn’t changed. Sirius has had this wand ever since he appeared at the school party. Otherwise, I would have noticed it then.”

"I don't know if Professor McGonagall has mentioned it, but I've discovered that Sirius is missing a very important memory."

“Ah, she already told me.” Dumbledore nodded. “It’s a very important clue, and that’s why I came to you today.”

"So, does Sirius really have a problem?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head gently.

"Don't know?" Siron couldn't help but raise his voice... It's one thing that Professor McGonagall couldn't see it, but why is even Dumbledore saying so?

“I am ashamed, but it is true.” Dumbledore walked to the table and picked up an open envelope.

"I was also startled when I received Minerva's letter. It is obviously very unusual for a wizard to suddenly lose an important memory, so I came back immediately."

"But based on my observation, Sirius is no different from before."

"But Professor..."

“Oh, I know what you’re trying to say,” Dumbledore interrupted Siren. “You’re saying that these things can be imitated through Legilimency, aren’t you?”

Xilun nodded.

“So I made another decision,” Dumbledore continued. “Using the conflict between him and Professor Snape, I arranged for them to meet somewhere. There, we talked for three hours straight, until everyone was hoarse from talking.”

“Wait, three hours?” Xiren frowned and muttered, “The Polyjuice Potion only lasts for two hours at most. Didn’t he drink anything during that time? Water, or whiskey or something?”

“He didn’t drink anything,” Dumbledore said. “I’m sure of that.”

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(End of this chapter)