Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 368 Let's raise another batch of Blast-tailed Snails

Siren stared blankly at the wand in his hand, then suddenly looked up and asked with a serious expression:

"Hagrid, tell me honestly, how exactly did you breed this amazing creature called the Blasttail?"

"What?" Hagrid didn't react for a moment.

They were just talking about Sirius Black, why are they suddenly asking about Blasttail?

Although he didn't understand, Hagrid still answered, "It's a fire crab and a man-headed lion-tailed beast."

"Are you sure?" Siren asked again. "Can you be sure they all have complete noses?"

"Of course, what are you talking about?" Hagrid was even more confused. He also noticed that Siron had been staring at the wand the whole time.

"What's wrong with that wand? Is there something wrong with the core of the Blasttail wand?"

“No, quite the opposite, it gave me a surprise… or rather, a shock,” Siren said softly, raising his wand.

I hadn't noticed it before, but now, upon closer inspection, I realize that the wand's exterior has changed from the brown of oak to the grayish-white of a burrowing snail. Three sharp spikes separate the wand from the guard, giving it an aggressive look.

Since Siren became aware of things, he has seen thousands upon thousands of wands, but only two of them are related to the Killing Curse.

Coincidentally, he also made his own wand, which was made from a fragment of Voldemort's soul when he graduated from first year.

This is the second one; the core is the shell of a tamarinus... Aren't these two quite different?

Xiren frowned.

Also, it's easy to understand that increasing the speed at which the Killing Curse is formed is understandable, but what about the range of the curse? Can the Killing Curse become a group spell?
Xiren subconsciously recalled the scene from several years ago when he first used that Killing Curse Wand.

That happened in Knockout Alley, where six ill-intentioned wizards were killed almost simultaneously by a killing curse that could bend corners.

It can turn... does that count as a range?
Siren suddenly became excited; he desperately wanted to try it. He immediately stood up, hurriedly said goodbye to Hagrid, and left the cabin.

"Wait, Celeste! You still haven't told us when Sirius Black will be back!" Hagrid shouted from behind.

But Xilun's thoughts had already returned to the upside-down alley a few years ago, and he didn't hear his voice at all.

Xilun finally stopped and looked around when he reached an open space on the side of the castle.

After confirming that there was no one around, he took out the wand, took a deep breath, and thrust it forcefully forward.

This is the wrist movement of the Killing Curse—simple, direct, and extremely aggressive.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"..."

There was nothing there; the tip of the staff remained silent, without even a spark.

Unconvinced, Xilun waved his hand again, but still nothing happened.

That shouldn't be the case. The spell and the actions are definitely not the problem. Could it be the wand?

He changed his hair back to silver...

This time there was finally a response.

Just as Siron finished chanting the spell, his hand holding the wand suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if it had been pricked by something.

The wand slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Then the unicorn's soul emerged from the wand on its own, bowed its head, and passed directly through Siron's body.

There was no real damage, but you can tell the unicorn was very unhappy.

A slightly dazed Xiren then remembered that Silvermane's characteristic was to repel all dark magic, let alone the Killing Curse, which was the darkest of dark magic.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to use you to cast the Killing Curse." Siren picked up the silver mane. Fortunately, he only recited the incantation and didn't actually use the Killing Curse. After explaining a few words, the unicorn's soul returned.

However, this also made Xiren realize something.

The Killing Curse is not a simple spell. Knowing the incantation and wrist movements is not enough. There must be other requirements, but he didn't know what they were, and there were no related records in those books.

Perhaps he could consult a professional.

Siron immediately thought of Alastor Moody, a legendary Auror who must be very familiar with the Killing Curse.

The problem is that the current Moody is not Barty Crouch Jr. in disguise, but the real legendary Auror who filled half of Azkaban.

Xiren couldn't, and dared not, run up to him directly and ask... "Professor, I want to use the Avada Kedavra curse, are there any techniques?"

If he really did that, he would probably be sent to Azkaban by Moody the next second, the kind of send that even Dumbledore couldn't stop.

However, there is a way... Actually, Moody wasn't a truly law-abiding Auror. In this respect, Barty Crouch Jr.'s imitation of him was quite accurate, and he wasn't questioned until the end of the school year.

Xilun stood there, pondering a solution.

He didn't return to Hagrid's cabin until almost noon.

Hagrid was no longer so sad; he looked at Siron with a puzzled expression.

"You mean you still want the blast-tailed conch?"

“To be precise, it’s their shells,” Celen said. “I found the core of the Bombtail to be a bit… strange, and I need to make more for comparison.”

"What's strange about it?" Hagrid asked curiously.

"It's hard to say right now." Xiren thought for a moment, but didn't tell Hagrid about the Killing Curse directly.

The main reason is that Hagrid's mouth is not very credible, and he might accidentally let something slip at any time, so this is to reduce unnecessary trouble.

Hagrid didn't press the matter further.

“Okay, if you only want their shells, wait a moment…” He took another bucket and went out of the house.

Hagrid returned a dozen minutes later, and the previously empty barrel was now filled with large and small gray-white shells.

He hatched a hundred tadpoles, and now only eight are left. He buried the ones that died or were eaten next to the pumpkin patch...

“They’re all here,” Hagrid said. “There are about seventy complete carapaces, that should be enough for you.”

But Siren only glanced into the bucket before immediately shaking his head.

"No, it's been too long, all the magic inside has dissipated."

Now it was Hagrid's turn to be in a difficult position.

Besides the ones in the bucket, there were only eight living blasting snails left. He couldn't just kill them all to make the core... He simply couldn't do that.

Siren also saw Hagrid's dilemma, and at the same time, he knew very well that, given Hagrid's personality, he would definitely not kill a living Blasttail and give it to him to make a core for his staff.

After all, he was the one who bred the Blast-tailed Snail. In a sense, his relationship with the Blast-tailed Snail was even closer than his relationship with the hound Tooth.

"Why don't you hatch another batch? That way you can observe it again."

Xilun said thoughtfully, the more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

"And didn't you say they would kill each other? In that case, those discarded blasting snails can come in handy."

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(End of this chapter)