Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 718 Dumbledore's Visit

Chapter 718 Dumbledore's Visit

"Sirlen, I just noticed, when did you buy that—is it a necklace?"

Inside the wand shop, Lila watched as Siron came down from upstairs, her gaze involuntarily falling on the strange ornament on his chest.

"To be honest, this pattern doesn't quite suit you." Galian came out from behind the counter carrying several boxes, and also glanced back.

"The green S"—to be honest, when I saw this design, the first thing that came to my mind was Slytherin.

But you're a Gryffindor, why not choose a red one?

"Because it's the only color," Siren shrugged. "The red one is a sword, and whoever owns it probably has no intention of selling it."

Garian and Lila exchanged a glance, clearly neither of them understood what it meant.

They were discussing the colors of the accessories, what does that have to do with weapons?

A sword — well, that's certainly a common accessory for wizards. Does Xilun like this?

"Okay, just kidding," Xilen said with a smile. "Actually, this is my latest creation. What do you think?"

"Hmm... very special?" Lila said uncertainly.

"Putting aside its style—well, if it were Slytherin, they would probably love this kind of pattern."

"Mom, that's not what I meant." Celen shook her head. "This is a proper wand, with a core."

"A magic wand?" Lila's confusion deepened.

Although she had lived in the Ollivanders' house for a long time, her knowledge of wands was no different from what it had been decades ago.

The same goes for Galian, who was standing next to him.

In their view, this necklace-like thing doesn't even qualify as a magic wand.

However, they also knew that since starting school, Siron had often made these strange and unusual wands.

The two simply attributed this to a special talent of the Ollivander family, since every Ollivander who had taken over the wand shop had his own unique understanding and knowledge of wands.

This is not their understanding, and they would not easily comment on it.

Since Siren asked, Lila and Galian gave their honest opinions—it's pretty good.

"However, this price must be quite high." Galian put the box aside and leaned over to examine the pattern on the pendant more closely.

The golden surface is dazzling and looks more like real gold than paint.

And those emeralds that form the letter "S", although not large, each one is complete and in excellent condition.

He and Lila, as renowned botanists in the magical world, had also traveled to many different countries and met many prominent figures.

But Garian was certain he had never seen such a beautiful emerald.

"Of course—" Hearing Galian's muttered words, Xiren silently gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

That's quite an eye for quality. These gems were personally selected by Salazar Slytherin over a thousand years ago, so they must be top-notch.

However, Siron's attempt to show off backfired. His parents knew nothing about wands, so no matter how much he talked, it wouldn't have much effect.

This kind of thing requires the cooperation of professionals, like his grandfather, Garrick Ollivander, when he first saw the Silvermane Wand, the Horcrux Codex, the Snake Eye Ring, and the wand made with a wizard's hair as a core. That look of astonishment and disbelief in his eyes was what Siron loved most—second only to a hot cup of butterbeer on a snowy day.

But he had already checked, and Garrick wasn't in the wand shop.

"Where is Grandfather?" Xilun asked.

"It's in the back storage room," Lila pointed to a spot at the back of the shop. "He said he wanted to take advantage of the free time now to clean up all the old stuff."

"The storage room must be a mess right now. If you don't have anything important to do, I suggest you go see him later."

"Well... alright." Xilun nodded and prepared to go back to his room.

Ron and Hermione both sent him a letter yesterday, but he hasn't had a chance to reply yet.

However, at that moment, Lila and Galian, who were busy, suddenly stopped what they were doing and looked toward the door.

"Ding-a-ling." The wind chimes on the door rang.

Dumbledore pushed the door open and walked in from the outside.

"That's great," he said. "I was worried you'd be closed too, looks like I'm lucky."

"So you want to buy a wand, Mr. Albus Dumbledore?" Lila asked, her tone not very pleasant.

In fact, she has harbored resentment towards Dumbledore ever since Siren was captured by the Death Eaters. Although she has not pursued the matter further, it does not mean she welcomes Dumbledore.

"Don't say that, Lila. I thought we had a good chat last time," Dumbledore said with a wry smile.

"That's why I didn't kick you out right away."

"That's very convincing."

"So you're here to buy a magic wand?"

"I am quite pleased with my wand now," Dumbledore said. "I have come to see Shiron."

"It's because of the Order of the Phoenix again."

“Not this time.” Dumbledore shook his head. “But Lila, there’s something I have to say. The relationship between Sirens and him is very special now, in some ways even more so than with Harry Potter. You—”

"I know, and you already said those things last time," Lila interrupted him impatiently. "That's another reason why I haven't kicked you out."

"Honestly, the thing I regret most now is that I didn't insist on sending Celan to Beauxbatons when he was eleven."

"In that case, Beauxbatons will be the Triwizard Tournament champion," Dumbledore said.

This time, Lila didn't say anything and turned around to continue looking for things.

Dumbledore also breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"What I fear most now is your mother," Dumbledore whispered to Siren. "She reminds me of my herbology professor from my school days—and I was terrible at herbology."

Xilun pretended not to hear.

Dumbledore's "not good at" probably meant getting a 0 on the exam instead of a perfect score.

"Principal, are you alright?" he asked.

"At least there's no problem getting out of the house," Dumbledore said with a relaxed expression.

"Shall we begin?" Celen was still thinking about the Ravenclaw crown—that was what he cared about most.

"That might have to wait a little longer," Dumbledore said. "Actually, I came to Diagon Alley for something else."

"Can I help you?"

"Oh, no need for help, but you can come along if you'd like. I think you'd be interested."

"What is it?"

"Helga Hufflepuff's Cup," Dumbledore said calmly, "is also one of Tom's Horcruxes, and I already know where it is."

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