Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 151 Snakewood and Snake Fangs

The train continued its journey, but at Ron's insistence, everyone had stopped playing the "Crackling Bomb" card game.

Fred and George lit the last few hard-to-pull fireworks and suddenly suggested practicing the Disarming Charm and Stunning Charm they had learned at the Duel Club.

Unfortunately, the club only had one class, and most students only had a superficial understanding of the two spells and did not fully learn them at all.

Knowing that they would soon be unable to use magic, everyone agreed.

Forget about the coma spell; nobody wanted to be carried out of the station, so the carriage was quickly filled with flashing red light.

Harry was the most relaxed, because for some reason, he was becoming more and more familiar with the Disarming Charm, especially Ron Ginny's half-baked Disarming Charm, which he could often deftly deflect the red light with a wave of his wand.

This feeling is just amazing.

Harry reluctantly put away his wand as the train approached King's Cross Station... He was surprised at how fast the train was going for the first time.

The train gradually slowed down, and everyone changed into relatively normal clothes in advance. When the train arrived at the station, they rushed off the train.

Harry pulled out his quill and a piece of parchment, scribbled three strings of numbers on it, and gave them to Ron, Hermione, and Siren respectively.

"This is a phone number. Remember to call the Dursleys, okay? I can't stand talking to Dudley for two whole months..."

Siron naturally wouldn't refuse Harry's small request.

Although there are no telephones in Diagon Alley, he can buy one and have the owner of the magic item shop modify it a little; he should be able to connect it to a telephone line using magic.

To be honest, the telephone is indeed much more convenient than owls delivering mail.

Unfortunately, most wizards don't know what a telephone is. They are used to sending messages by owl. In addition, pure-blood wizards are particularly hostile to Muggles. Therefore, it is unlikely that telephones will become widespread in the wizarding world in the short term, even though they are very convenient.

As soon as the group stepped out of the station, a plump witch ran over and hugged Percy, who was walking at the front.

This is Mrs. Weasley, who hugged everyone tightly, including Hillon.

Mrs. Weasley remembered Siron, who had spoken up for the Grangers last August at Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley when Lucius Malfoy humiliated them; the group had essentially fought side-by-side.

Besides Mrs. Weasley, Siron was surprised to find that his grandfather, Garrick Ollivander, was also there, standing at the back of the crowd, smiling at him.

"Are you surprised to see me?" he asked.

“A little.” Xilun nodded. “I wrote you several letters but you didn’t reply. I thought you were still looking for that legendary rowan forest.”

When school started this year, Garrick Ollivander and Grigovich made a promise to each other to find rowan forests that only appear under the aurora borealis.

Over the past year, Xilun had written him many letters, but had not received a single reply. Xilun assumed that he had been staying in the magical forest of Norway and had not come out.

It's quite normal for wand makers to spend an entire year searching for the perfect materials.

This was especially true for Garrick Ollivander, who had spent a year in the Black Forest of Germany before leaving when Hogwarts started and only returning three days after receiving his acceptance letter.

However, Siren was only three years old at that time, and he was not sent to Diagon Alley.

“Finding a rowan forest requires a lot of patience; there’s no need to rush,” Garrick said.

"So you mean that you and Grigorovich spent a year and found nothing?" Siren couldn't help but ask.

"I guess I found it."

"What do you mean by 'consider'?"

“I saw it, but I just couldn’t find the right way.” Garrick sighed, looking somewhat disappointed.

Seeing this, Siren didn't ask any more questions. After saying goodbye to Harry and the others, Garrick led Siren out of the station.

The two found a secluded alley where a middle-aged man was sitting at the entrance reading a newspaper. When he noticed Siren and Garrick approaching, he nodded slightly.

This is where wizards are allowed to Apparate. The man reading the newspaper is also a Ministry of Magic employee, stationed at the entrance to prevent Muggles from seeing wizards Apparate.

After receiving a signal from the other party, Garrick grabbed Siren's shoulder and Apparated away.

The next second, the two appeared in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron.

Garrick used his wand to knock on the entrance to Diagon Alley and went inside, with Siron following beside him.

Hogwarts had just started its holiday, and Diagon Alley wasn't very crowded yet; you could only see seven or eight wizards on the street. It wouldn't be until a couple of days later that it would really get lively.

At that time, students were on holiday, and many young wizards from Muggle families, especially those in the lower grades, would choose to bring their parents to Diagon Alley for a visit and buy some magical items that weren't strictly confidential to take home.

For example, magic toothpaste, hair growth tonic, or some magical potions with strange and wonderful functions.

Some of the brighter older students would also stay at the Leaky Cauldron for a while so they could use magic freely during the holidays.

After all, the Ministry of Magic can only rely on the trails to find students who use magic during holidays, and the trails can only provide a general area. If there are many wizards around, it is difficult for them to determine who used the magic.

Besides the Ministry of Magic, where else are there more wizards than Diagon Alley?
That's when Diagon Alley will truly come alive.

“I’ve read the recent newspapers,” Garrick said, pushing open the wand shop door. “A lot has happened at Hogwarts this year.”

The reason he said "again" is probably because a lot happened last year.

“Yes, a lot has happened,” Siren said. “The Basilisk, the Chamber of Secrets, the conman professor, and the Horcruxes from fifty years ago…”

"So, there really are basilisks?" Garrick clicked his tongue in surprise and said, "A basilisk from a thousand years ago... I really want to see it with my own eyes. Such an ancient magical creature might be perfect for making a magic wand."

“That’s easy.” Xilun held out his hand and handed him a fang that looked like a dagger. “This is the basilisk’s fang, and it’s the longest one.”

Garrick was startled; he really had just said it offhand.

He just didn't expect that Xilun would casually take it out when he said it casually; he couldn't quite believe it.

"Dumbledore didn't divide the basilisk into pieces, did he?" he blurted out instinctively. "You got its fangs?"

“No, he gave it to me,” Celen said.

In a sense, it wouldn't be wrong to say that it was given to him by Dumbledore.

"Give the basilisk's fang to the student?" Garrick was even more puzzled, but his hand instinctively took the tooth and examined it closely.

“What a terrifying weapon… Its magic is very unstable, even more violent than the Dragon Heartstring. Oh, this is not good…” Garic stopped mid-sentence and looked up at Xiren.

"You wouldn't be thinking of turning it into a cane core, would you...?"

“That’s the idea,” Xilun said. “I’d like to pair it with that snakewood.”

“It’s best not to.” Garrick shook his head. “Serpentwood is more suitable for wand cores with pure magic, while basilisk teeth are more for biting, so it’s not a good choice.”

“Pure magic…” Siren blinked, “I have that too!”

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(End of this chapter)