Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 1 Welcome to Diagon Alley

London, England.

An owl flew swiftly across the London sky, scaring away a group of small animals in a corner and attracting the attention of some people.

Seeing an owl, a bird of prey, in downtown London is quite a rare occurrence.

But most of those who stopped were children or tourists from other places.

In contrast, the London locals seemed much calmer, all appearing completely unfazed.

Owls are rare, but they do exist, especially in July when they are so numerous that they can be seen everywhere.

It's currently mid-July.

"You're making a fuss over nothing, a bunch of ignorant outsiders."

The short shirts they wore seemed to have suddenly transformed into sophisticated suits, and the old gentlemen, with an inexplicable sense of superiority, held their heads high, their steps even becoming lighter.

No one noticed that the owl in the sky suddenly disappeared after crossing a street.

It was as if they had passed through a transparent veil; in the blink of an eye, the owl appeared above another bustling street.

The people here are all dressed in all sorts of strange clothes, some even wearing pointed hats, and even the buildings are bizarre, looking like they're from the last century... or maybe even earlier.

Although from the sky, this place is only a few feet away from the street outside, it feels like two completely different worlds.

Welcome to Diagon Alley!

Directly below the owl, one could faintly hear a drunkard shouting loudly.

But none of this mattered to the owl; all it wanted now was to finish its work in Xilun as soon as possible and go back for a delicious nut feast.

Continuing on, the owl skillfully navigated a cobblestone path and landed on a small windowsill behind Ollivander's wand shop.

The window was clean, and you could clearly see a boy, about ten years old, inside, with his head down, intently doing something.

next second...

"Bang!"

Something seemed to have exploded; sparks flew everywhere in the room, accompanied by a piercing explosion and a plume of black smoke.

"Oh, hawthorn and red cap vine, what a fiery combination! Perhaps holly would be more suitable!"

Siren Ollivander straightened up, muttering to himself as he looked at the line of red words floating in mid-air that had appeared before him.

Hawthorn wood, red cap nerve, 10 1/2 inches

Status: Incomplete

[Characteristic: May explode at any time]

Xilun rubbed his forehead.

Eleven years have passed since Xilun came into this world. In these eleven years, he has gradually gotten used to the wizards coming and going around him, and at the same time, he has slowly accepted his new identity.

One of the members of a... well, a wand maker family.

His grandfather was the famous Garrick Ollivander, who possessed an extraordinary memory and could remember every single wand.

From a young age, Siron could see the properties, materials, and characteristics of every wand.

He couldn't tell whether it was his own magic touch or the innate talent of the Ollivander family bloodline.

Xilun was more inclined to believe the former, because in addition, he could also mold some completely illogical materials into the core of a staff.

Even Ollivander would have a hard time making a wand with a toad's tongue embedded in it, but Siron could, and with a fairly high success rate.

It's impressive in a way, but it's not very useful.

Xilun sighed.

However, in recent years, under the influence of his grandfather Garrick Ollivander, he has gradually come to like making wands and has become increasingly fascinated by it, so this cheat ability is not so useless after all.

Thinking of this, Xilun shook his head, skillfully picked up another wand next to him, and gently waved it.

"Completely cleaned up!"

"Restored to its original condition!"

The dust and black smoke from the explosion disappeared instantly, and the house was cleaned up again.

After doing all this, Xilun turned to look at the window.

There was nothing outside, but you could see the bustling streets of Diagon Alley and a few brown feathers that had fallen on the windowsill.

"Strange, I clearly heard something knocking on the window just now, but it stopped..."

Xilun walked over, opened the window, picked up the feather, glanced at it, and casually put it in his pocket.

Just then, the sound of flapping wings suddenly reached his ears, and Xilun instinctively looked down.

It was a ruffled owl, glaring angrily at him and emitting a series of piercing cries.

Xilun couldn't understand what it was saying, but judging from its expression, it was probably cursing itself, and in a rather filthy way.

"Hey, you need to be reasonable. The explosion wasn't my fault," Xilun retorted.

However, the owl was clearly not satisfied with this excuse, and threw what was in its talons at me with force before flying away without looking back.

"Okay, have a safe journey..."

Xilun closed the window before looking at the things that had been thrown on the ground.

It was a pale yellow envelope with the following words written on it in bright green ink:

[Diagon Alley, second floor of Ollivanders Wand Shop, at the desk, Mr. Sirren Ollivander]

Turning the envelope over, the back was a wax seal, a shield emblem, and a large "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

Oh right, what else could a letter delivered by an owl in mid-July be but a Hogwarts acceptance letter?

Xiren then realized that it was already July, and soon he would be a Hogwarts freshman.

It wasn't as exciting as I'd imagined.

If he had received this ten years ago, he probably would have jumped for joy, but now... well, he's still quite excited now, just not as dramatically.

Moreover, he found something more interesting than going to Hogwarts.

Make a magic wand.

He even thought it would be better if he hadn't received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts, as that would give him more time to study wand making.

But this is obviously impossible.

As a child with magical powers, it's impossible that he wouldn't receive an acceptance letter from Hogwarts; Dumbledore couldn't possibly make such a basic mistake.

Even if Dumbledore makes mistakes, there's always Minerva McGonagall.

But this is not bad either.

Xilun stretched and casually placed the envelope on the table.

Once he received his acceptance letter, he could use magic openly, instead of having to sneakily wave his wand at home where no one could see him, as before.

Of course, as long as no one sees it, it's fine.

After all, this is Diagon Alley, the largest wizarding street in Britain, and the Ministry of Magic has no way of knowing who used magic.

Moreover, for an Ollivander, getting his hands on a wand is an incredibly simple matter; he could even do it himself.

"Knock knock knock..."

A slightly hurried sound of footsteps came from downstairs.

Siren picked up his wand and opened the door ahead of time.

next second...

"I just saw an owl!" A head popped in from outside.

"Has that thing arrived?!" Garrick Ollivander asked impatiently, not even having put down the measuring tape in his hand.

"That's right, the Hogwarts acceptance letter..." Siren pointed to the envelope placed on the table.

Ollivander immediately shifted his gaze, and upon seeing the familiar emblem, blurted out:

"Very good!"

"To be honest, I'd actually prefer to take my mother's advice and go to Beauxbatons," Celen said thoughtfully, resting his chin on his hand.

"Alchemy has been of great help to my research, but Hogwarts doesn't have an alchemy class."

"Moreover, my dad, mom and grandma are all Beauxbatons graduates. My mom even told me that her best friend was promoted to principal last year, so it would actually be more suitable for me to go there."

Dumbledore has a great reputation; he is not only the chief wizard of the International Wizarding Federation but also the most powerful white wizard. However, he only has eyes for Harry Potter and Voldemort.

It's not that he doesn't care about other ordinary students, but he certainly doesn't pay them much attention.

In contrast, Beauxbatons was different.

His mother, Lila Ollivander, was a graduate of Beauxbatons and had a close relationship with Olem Maxim, who was a professor at the time, and they often kept in touch after graduation.

Now that Ms. Maxim is the principal of Beauxbatons, it will be much more convenient for me to study there.

More importantly, in the next few years, Voldemort will begin planning his resurrection, and staying at Hogwarts will be very troublesome.

"Hmm... Hogwarts is great too..." Ollivander's eyes darted around, "Besides, didn't we agree on something..."

Ollivander wanted Siren to attend Hogwarts because Siren was the only child still willing to inherit his wand-making skills.

His son, Celen's father, Garian Ollivander, also enjoyed making wands as a child, but after graduating from Beauxbatons, he became fascinated with botany and traveled the world with his wife.

And then there's his daughter, Celen's aunt, who graduated from Ephamoni and is now a well-known expert on magical creatures.

For some reason, his son and daughter's careers were both related to making wands, but they were very different from each other.

Ollivander thought about it for a long time and finally concluded that it must be a problem with the Academy; Iphamoni and Beauxbatons were too far away.

Now that Siron has finally shown a passion for wand making, he insists on taking him under his wing and teaching him carefully, and can't let him go off to school anymore.

There's just one thing...

Ollivander's face fell, as if he had just thought of something.

Well, Xilun is very talented and hardworking, but it seems that his talent is a bit misdirected.

Siron dislikes traditional wand-making methods and core materials. In other words, Siron doesn't like using unicorn tail hair, phoenix tail feathers, or dragon heart tendons as cores. Instead, he prefers some... well, in his opinion, unconventional combinations.

For example, the troll's nose hairs, Red Hat's trigeminal nerve, and Hinkpunk's leg bones.

Ollivander would never have even considered turning these things into wand cores, let alone think about it, but Siron was having a great time doing it.

Ollivander also tried to steer Siren back onto the "right path," but clearly failed.

Moreover, Ollivander didn't dare to be too forceful, fearing that Siren would end up like his daughter, who, after being loudly scolded by him, ran off to Ifamion in America in a fit of anger.

Even if it's a bit off, at least it's been passed down.

"Alright, alright, I never said I wasn't going to Hogwarts." Seeing Ollivander's pitiful, hesitant expression, Siron shrugged.

Thinking about it carefully, Hogwarts isn't bad either.

Although it's a bit troublesome, it can provide a lot of good materials: Cerberus, Dementors, Fire Dragons, Voldemort, and Willow.

Especially the Whomping Willow; there's only one in the entire British wizarding world, at Hogwarts, and Sirius has been eyeing it for a long time.

Oh, and the Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand; if he could take a look at it, it would be of great help to him.

Even if it didn't help, he wanted to see the legendary wand, and preferably try it out.

Although the possibility is slim, Xilun is willing to wait, and there will always be an opportunity.