Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 506 Hagrid's Wand

Chapter 506 Hagrid's Wand

The Quidditch match had just ended when the sky turned gloomy again. Early the next morning, before it rained, Celen left the castle, stepping on the frost that had formed on the ground, and arrived at the cabin by the Forbidden Forest.

Xiren had come to visit Hagrid. He walked to the wooden door, raised his hand, and knocked three times. A dog inside began to bark wildly.

"Back off, Tooth, back off—" Hagrid's hoarse voice came from inside the house.

The door creaked open, and Hagrid's head peeked out from the crack.

Xilun raised an eyebrow.

He hadn't noticed it when they were in the auditorium, but now that they were closer, he saw some bluish-purple marks hidden behind Hagrid's messy hair and beard.

It wasn't serious, but you could clearly see that he was injured.

"you----"

"It's alright, it's alright, I'm perfectly fine." Before Siren could speak, Hagrid hurriedly said, "Come in quickly, would you like a cup of tea?"

"Okay." Xilun walked into the cabin.

Hagrid slowly walked towards the fireplace, picked up the copper kettle on it, and poured Siron a cup of pine needle tea.

"I haven't had time to bake the crusty bread yet, is bread okay?"

"Either is fine," Xilun said casually.

Hagrid then took out a stiff-looking bar from the cupboard next to the fireplace—

Is this bread?

Xiren looked at the long, unidentified object that had slammed onto the table with a thud, hesitated for a long time, and then refused Hagrid's offer.

It's hard to say whether this thing or the rock crust is harder, since he couldn't bite into either. But in Hagrid's opinion, bread is probably softer—after all, it's called bread.

"But Hagrid, are you really okay?" Siren looked at the bruises and welts on his face again.

"I told you, it's nothing." Hagrid shook his head.

"What were you doing all this time?" Siron asked. "Harry asked the same question—oh, right, he came yesterday, right after the Quidditch match," Hagrid said.

"Did you tell him?"

"Of course not, and I won't tell you," Hagrid said seriously. "It's an absolute secret, a task given to me by Dumbledore. I can't tell you; no amount of work could make up for this responsibility."

"Okay, then I won't ask anymore," Xiren said with a shrug.

This gave Hagrid a slight sense of relief.

"If only Harry and the others were like you," he muttered to himself. "I think he's particularly interested in this—"

Although Harry and Ron left yesterday, Hagrid could tell that Harry hadn't given up asking him where he was going just because he refused.

And then there's Sirius Black. He's a professor too, and not only did he not help us, he even conspired with Harry and the others to trick them into revealing information.

It was only because he kept his mouth shut that they didn't succeed.

"Speaking of which, I should thank you," Hagrid said cheerfully, taking a small sip of pine needle tea.

"Thank me?" Siren asked, somewhat confused. "Have I done anything lately?"

"Not recently, it's this—" Hagrid said, then pulled out something that looked like a Quidditch bat.

Siren recognized it at a glance; it was the wand he had given to Hagrid, the core of which was a troll's entire spine.

"I must say, Siron, this is simply the best wand I've ever seen." Hagrid rolled up the corner of his coat and carefully wiped the fingerprints off the wand.

But he quickly realized something was amiss and changed his tune: "Of course, I'm not saying the wand Mr. Ollivander sold me was bad; it's just as wonderful and my most prized possession. What I mean is, I often forget to use it at times."

Hagrid is a half-giant, and in battle, his powerful fists and tough skin are weapons far more potent than wands; he instinctively chooses to fight in this way.

This can be considered the downside of hybrid giants; while possessing the immense power of giants, they inevitably inherit their not-so-flexible minds.

Aside from Ms. Maxim, Siren had always wondered how she could maintain her composure and thinking while inheriting the giant's powerful physique. This was probably why she was able to become the principal of Beauxbatons.

But not all half-giants are like Madam Maxim. Most of the time, Hagrid only realizes that he actually has half-wizard blood and can use magic when nothing is wrong.

"But this wand you gave me is different," Hagrid said, his eyes shining. "All I have to do is hold it in my hand, and I don't have to think about anything else. It will always be there to help me when I need it."

His explanation stemmed from the wand's unique characteristic—it could only be used with one spell.

The troll is slow-witted and can't remember the second one, but its advantage is that it doesn't need to consider any other factors, and its spells will never fail.

Because the curse of failure is also a type of curse.

This wand would be a failure for any other wizard, because no wizard would use only one spell.

But Hagrid is different. He can't think that much when he's fighting, and even when he wants to use magic, his mind and body can't react in time.

The instinct of a wizard is to use magic when in danger. As long as there is this thought, the magic power in the body will flow and then surge into the wand to complete the magic.

"I see." Siren nodded thoughtfully. "So the injury on your face was inflicted by someone else, and it might have been even worse without a wand, is that correct? But who could have injured you like that? A large magical creature, a giant, or a Death Eater?"

Siren glanced at a wound near Hagrid's neck, where suspicious purple marks remained, making her feel uneasy.

If Siren is not mistaken, it must be traces left by dark magic.

Hagrid loosened his grip, and the half-full cup of pine needle tea slid down to his chest, bounced, and fell to the ground, shattering in two.

"Restored to its original state." Celen repaired the broken cup and returned it to Hagrid.

"Oh, I shouldn't have told you that!" He looked extremely annoyed and quickly tightened his collar.

"Did you really encounter Death Eaters?"

"No, I didn't encounter anything," Hagrid said stubbornly, looking somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"Let's go back quickly, there's nothing much to see here—and fifth graders definitely have a lot of homework, right?"

This was the first time that Xiren had been kicked out of the cabin by Hagrid, and it seemed that he really wanted to keep the secret this time.

but----

Xilun looked up and saw three people walking towards him from the direction of the castle.

"Sirlen?" Harry said in surprise. "If we had known you were coming to visit Hagrid, we would have come with you."

"

"It's okay." Xiren looked at their spirited expressions with a strange expression. "I'm going back to do my homework first. You guys go in quickly, Hagrid is inside."

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