Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 75 Does Voldemort deserve it?

Xilun felt like he was being mocked.

He's not very good at flying, but what's wrong with that? Isn't that perfectly normal? After all, even Hogwarts doesn't allow first-year students to participate in Quidditch team selections, so his skill level is already much better than most of his peers.

At least he won't suddenly slip off the broom.

"If I remember correctly, dragon blood trees aren't suitable for making wands," Charlie said, looking away somewhat awkwardly.

Why do you say that?

"Because most of the people who come to buy dragon bloodwood are alchemists, followed by potion makers and magizoologists," Charlie said. "Anyway, since I came here, I've never seen Mr. Ollivander specifically come looking for dragon bloodwood, and the same goes for Mr. Gregorovich."

Grigorovich was also a famous wand maker, but he was more famous in Eastern Europe, mainly providing wands for Durmstrang students.

In addition, the French wand maker they collaborated with in Beausbottom was Cosme Acayor, who was the oldest of the three wand makers in Europe, but his reputation was far less than that of the other two.

In the world of wands, reputation is not entirely equivalent to ability, but it does have some connection.

Just like Charlie mentioned two people, but he completely ignored the other one.

There's also the French Delacour family, who a few years ago wanted to make a Veela hair wand, so they went directly to Garrick Ollivander instead of choosing the closer Acayor.

"Wait a minute..." At this moment, Xiren suddenly noticed something interesting. "Charlie, you just said you came to buy dragon bloodwood? Can you just buy that stuff anywhere?"

"If it's just dragon bloodwood, that's fine," Charlie explained in a low voice. "The expenses for the protected area are too high, and the funding from the magic ministries of various countries is decreasing. There's not even enough food for the dragons, so we have to find a way ourselves."

"Dragon blood wood and dragon dung fertilizer are both extra special products of the protected area. Unlike fire dragons, there are no strict requirements, so we can handle them freely."

"Is it expensive?" Xilun's eyes lit up. If he could buy it, that would be great. His grandfather had just received last year's new student wand subsidy, which was several hundred Galleons.

"It's not expensive. A five-year-old dragon bloodwood bookmark only costs ten siscos. If you like, I can give you one."

Xilun's smile faded.

It's not because it's cheap, but because it's too expensive.

Ten Sickles could buy a snack gift pack on the train, including two boxes of Chocolate Frogs, a bag of Super Bubblegum, two large boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, five Licorice Wands, and a 3-inch Cauldron Cake, enough for two little wizards to eat their fill the whole journey.

And this is only the price of five-year-old Dragon Bloodwood; Xilun doesn't want this kind of ordinary stuff.

"By the way, you're also a freshman. Do you know Ron Weasley? He's my brother, in Gryffindor."

"We know each other," Xilun said casually. "We were even assigned to the same dormitory once."

"What did you say?" Charlie's voice grew louder as he stared at Siron in disbelief. "But he's... Does that mean you're also a Gryffindor?"

Seeing Charlie's surprised face, Xilen felt like he had been hit by another arrow.

Just as everyone assumed that wandmakers could not be sorted into Gryffindor, even Gryffindor graduates were no exception.

"The Sorting Hat thinks I'd be a good fit there," Celen said casually, then continued, "Do you have any dragon bloodwood that's been there a little longer, like a thousand years old?"

"No." Charlie shook his head without hesitation.

The longer the dragon blood tree grows, the stronger its scent becomes, which fire dragons prefer. However, just like ordinary plants shouldn't be watered too much, excessive dragon flames can be too much for the dragon blood tree to handle.

Moreover, the Fire Dragon Reserve has only been established for about a hundred years. Even if there are older dragon blood trees, they must have existed before the reserve was established, and their numbers are too small.

"Okay, but if such a dragon blood tree really existed, how much do you think it would cost?" Xilun asked tentatively.

"That's hard to say." Charlie assumed Siren was just curious and thought for a while before saying, "I've only ever seen two-hundred-year-old dragon bloodwood. The buyer was a Bulgarian alchemist. It was about the size of a broomstick branch, and he paid one hundred gallons for it."

"So expensive?!" Xilun was a little flustered. Although he knew it was expensive, this was just too outrageous.

Even if you add up the time directly, a thousand-year-old dragon bloodwood would cost five hundred gallons, and he might need more than a thousand years.

I can't afford it, I simply can't afford it.

Seeing Xilen's helpless expression, Charlie found it a little funny... It was just a casual chat, why did he take it so seriously?

"Don't even think about it." Charlie put on a serious expression and said, "Ancient dragon blood trees are the most precious treasures even among fire dragons. They absolutely forbid any creature from getting close to them."

"So price isn't that important; you need to have the courage to fight a dragon for a pillow."

Charlie told a joke and laughed heartily at himself.

However, Xilun couldn't smile at all, since he really wanted to buy it.

No wonder his grandfather looked so grim after he took that dragon blood wood, as if the wand shop was about to go bankrupt and close down.

Now Siren fully understands that Garrick Ollivander had no intention of making the Dragonblood Wood Wand, which is why he was able to get some benefits.

But where did he get that dragon blood wood from—the Hebrides?

Siren immediately thought of this place. When mentioning dragons in the British magical world, most wizards could only think of two places: the dragon sanctuary in Romania or the black dragons in the Hebrides.

Moreover, according to the records in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", the Hebrides black dragon has existed for at least several centuries, almost as long as Hogwarts, and it is possible that there really is an ancient dragon blood tree.

However, the location of that place is a mystery. It is said that it is surrounded by protective magic such as the Fiery Loyalty Spell, and only a few wizards can find it.

Xilun sighed. It seemed that buying it with money was the only simpler way.

The price is just too outrageous. Compared to that, the unicorn tail hair that costs nine Galleons suddenly doesn't seem so expensive, and the eight-eyed spider venom that costs one hundred Galleons per pint is also quite a bargain.

Xiren suddenly felt that Voldemort was a bit unworthy—just a dark wizard, why should he spend more than 500 Galleons?

No, that guy also wasted over 500 Galleons!

Thinking of his dragonblood wood branch that had been blown to pieces, Xiren even had the urge to dismantle the short wand and have the unicorn punch a hole in Voldemort's body.

But this idea was quickly nipped in the bud by Xilun—too wasteful, let's settle the debt with something else.

Those few Horcruxes are pretty good.

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