Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 227 The Curse That Turns
About twenty minutes later, Harry and Cyron left Professor Flitwick's office.

At this point, Harry began to question the meaning of life.

He had used the Disarming Charm countless times, but no matter whether he attacked from the front or ambushed, not a single spell could hit Professor Flitwick. They were all swatted away like insects.

This was also the first time Harry realized the gap between students and professors.

So, would he say the same thing to Snape?

Every time he had Potions class, an image would involuntarily appear in his mind: he had had enough of Snape's unfair treatment and was rising up in rebellion.

Harry once naively thought that even if he couldn't beat Snape, he could at least make the other suffer.

But now Professor Flitwick has helped him realize the difference between a student and a professor; his spells can't even touch the hem of the other's clothes.

"Don't be so downcast." At this moment, Siron patted Harry on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Professor Flitwick is a two-time consecutive dueling champion. It would be a huge joke if you were to run into him."

Siron was delighted; when he left Professor Flitwick's office, he not only had thirty gallons more in his pocket, but also a small tuft of gray hair.

That was Professor Flitwick's hair. He had officially placed an order with Siron for a wand, the kind with a brand new shaft and his own hair as the core.

Of course, even so, not a single one of the thirty-five Galleons can be missing.

Compared to the previous seven Galleons, the price has increased fivefold, but Siron believes the price is reasonable.

After all, the raw materials for the new staff were extremely difficult to obtain, so the price naturally had to be increased appropriately. Thirty-five Galleons, but a discount was given because Professor Flitwick had a good relationship with his grandfather.

If Snape were to buy it, it would cost at least fifty Galleons.

Professor Flitwick did not haggle and paid the full amount readily, but he showed great reluctance when the hair was being pulled out.

When he pulled out the fifth wand, the seasoned dueling champion, who could hold his wand steadily against any enemy, began to tremble slightly in his fingers.

By the time he plucked the tenth hair, he wanted to run away, but he couldn't bear to part with the previous nine hairs, so he stood there with a conflicted expression.

Fortunately, Siron was kind; he stopped after pulling out the tenth root and did not continue to torment Professor Flitwick.

Siren and Harry went downstairs to the Great Hall.

"Did you notice Professor Flitwick's expression just now?" Harry suddenly said during their conversation. "When you pulled his hair, his whole body was tense, and he looked really nervous."

"That's strange," Harry asked, puzzled. "Is Professor Flitwick afraid of pain?"

“I don’t know if Professor Flitwick is afraid of pain, but you’ll find out the answer to that question later.” Cyril took a bite of his buttered toast and glanced at Harry’s hat, seemingly casually.

I don't know when it started, but Harry gradually developed a liking for wearing hats when he went out. He even wrote to Madam Malkin's Robes Shop to order a wool pointed hat that was more suitable for winter.

Harry didn't pay much attention to what Siren said, assuming it was just another of his fortune teller tricks about not wanting to talk properly.

"So you did all that, and even made me cooperate with you on purpose, just to promote your wand?" Harry changed the subject.

“You could say that,” Xiren nodded. “More importantly, I’m going to take this opportunity to test an idea.”

"what idea?"

"It's hard to say right now."

……

After finishing his meal, Siren bid farewell to Harry and went to the corridor on the eighth floor where the Room of Requirement was located, where he began to pace back and forth in front of the tapestry.

"I need a place to practice spells... a place to practice spells..."

Soon, a door appeared in the wall, and Xilun went inside.

The room inside was very large, with various magic books scattered throughout, as well as target dummies made of some unknown material.

Xilun walked to the nearest dummy, took out Silver Mane, and took a deep breath.

"Repel them immediately!"

With a loud thud, the dummy was thrown backward at high speed, leaving a long drag mark on the ground. Once the dummy finally came to a stop, Siren quickly stepped forward and noted the distance it had traveled... approximately twelve feet and five inches.

Then Siren shoved a wand into the dummy's hand and cast a disarming spell on it.

After the wand was deflected, Siron deliberately didn't catch it, and then noted the distance the wand landed.

Prior to this, Xilun had already noted down the exact time when he would inscribe the magic runes on the staff.

He did this because he wanted to ascertain one thing... what would happen if Professor Flitwick approved of the wand he made.
Will the spell's effect change? Or will it simply shorten the time required to inscribe the runes?

this point is very important.

In the following days, Siren did not get distracted by anything else and finally found a suitable staff for Professor Flitwick.

The willow that beats people.

Yes, it's the Whomping Willow from Hogwarts. After learning the Animagus, Celeste managed to get some branches, so he had some in stock.

After the material for the staff was determined, Xilun's first reaction was not happiness, but rather that he felt he had been taken advantage of.

That's a Whomping Willow! You could exchange it for dozens of Galleons in Knockout Alley, but he only accepted thirty-five Galleons from Professor Flitwick. It's a loss no matter how you look at it.

"Never mind, let's just consider it a discount for the professor." Xilun shook his head, no longer thinking about it, and carefully placed the willow staff into a special tubular container.

Inside was a bluish-gray liquid, just enough to completely submerge the entire willow staff used for beating people.

January turned into February before we knew it, and the bitterly cold weather remained unchanged. On this day, Siron finally completed Professor Flitwick's wand.

[Willow wood for beating people, wizard's hair, eight and a quarter inches]

【Condition: Perfect】

[Special Feature: Spread: Increases the area covered by range spells by 10 (30)%.]

Precision: Automatically corrects 1 (3) degree curse angle deviation.

Chain Spell: A spell that can be cast without a staff, increasing the casting speed by 10 (30)%.

This is also an excellent wand, but unlike Professor McGonagall's main Transfiguration Charm, Professor Flitwick's hair seems to favor characteristics related to dueling.

It covers range, single target, and rapid suppression—it's a godsend for duel enthusiasts.

After finishing the project, Xilun even tried it out himself, still in the Room of Requirement.

What surprised Xilun the most was actually the second [precision].

This is a completely new feature that has never appeared before.

At first, Xiren didn't quite understand what it meant, until one time, after he finished reciting the spell, he accidentally shook his wrist.

Under normal circumstances, the spell should also deviate, eventually grazing the dummy's body and landing behind it.

But as it approached the dummy, the spell strangely took a small, curved turn.

It was this curve that caused the curse to fall precisely in the center of the dummy.

"Automatic calibration?" Xilun was stunned on the spot, unable to believe what he was seeing.

He originally thought that increasing the success rate of Animagus transformation was already outrageous, but he didn't expect there to be something even more outrageous.

It can turn corners; it automatically tracks spells.

Professor Flitwick's future opponents are in for a treat.

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(End of this chapter)