Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 80: Make Money, Buy Dragon Blood Wood!

Late at night, Xiren returned to the wand shop. After his tense mind suddenly relaxed, he was followed by a strong feeling of exhaustion and dizziness.

But Xilun forced himself to stay awake and didn't go to bed immediately. Instead, he drew the curtains and then loosened his grip on his left hand.

A small pile of grayish-white debris fell from the loosened palm, like crushed, burnt-out charcoal.

Before Siren entered Knockout Alley, it was a wand... the two-inch-long wand.

It was also because of this wand that Siron subconsciously overlooked the potential dangers lurking in Knockturn Alley.

Come to think of it, if he can release the Killing Curse without any conditions, how could Xilun possibly be afraid of those cowardly bullies in the alley?

As expected, the enhanced Killing Curse instantly killed all the enemies, and he no longer needed to summon the unicorn to buy himself time to escape.

The price was that when the afterglow of the Killing Curse faded in Borgin-Bock's shop, the wand also disappeared completely, leaving him with only a handful of scorching ashes.

More than a thousand years old, the dragon blood wood, snake wood fragments, Voldemort's soul fragments—nothing was left.

Although the cost was high, Xilun had to admit from the bottom of his heart that it was truly worth every penny.

No incantation or gestures are needed; just a little magic power is enough to instantly cast the Killing Curse, which also deals area-of-effect damage and automatically locks onto enemies.

Aside from a few minor side effects, it's perfect in every other aspect.

Unfortunately, it can only be used once.

Xilun found a box and carefully poured the ashes in his hand into it, as a memento of his first escape from death.

It's really strange. How come a wand maker like him is in a more dangerous situation than the savior? I wonder if those people have any accomplices.

There probably aren't any left.

According to Old Borgin, there were only six Death Eaters who came to Diagon Alley from North America using the Compound Elixir, and they were all there, all together, along with some of their masters...

Yes, in a sense, they perished along with Voldemort's soul fragments, which is an immense honor for the Death Eaters.

Xilun thought he was such a good person. Someone wanted to kill him, but he actually helped them fulfill their dreams. Could anyone else in the world do that?

No, none at all.

Thinking this way, Xilun felt much better.

He lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and inevitably started to overthink again.

Old Borgin only said that six Death Eaters came from North America. What about other places? What if six more came from South America?

Thinking of old Bokin, Xiren always felt that something was off about him at the end, that he was a little too polite, especially when he was about to leave, his upper body was almost parallel to the ground, and he spoke with a tone of awe.

Ironically, he had been quite tough before, especially when it came to Galon, his desperate stance almost made Siron lose his composure.

When did things start to change... Oh, right, when it comes to Quirinas Quiro, he suddenly seems to become humble.

He also generously suggested that Xilun could challenge for the prize first, without being bound by the promise of only taking one item, and that he could help advise if Xilun was unsure.

It would be understandable if he were facing a wizard like Dumbledore.

But he is clearly not Dumbledore, which is very unusual.

Xilun thought hazily, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier...

Moreover, he seemed to regard the wand's function as a tool of the Ollivander family... well, that's not wrong, it could indeed be said to be a tool of the Ollivanders.

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I don't know how much time passed, but dawn broke.

Xilun groggily got out of bed and rubbed his eyes hard.

He didn't sleep well that night; he kept having dreams, and sometimes he would be suddenly awakened shortly after closing his eyes.

Siren didn't know if this was the reason he had used the Killing Curse to kill other wizards for the first time, but he was finally able to fall asleep after taking out the Silver Mane and holding it in his hand.

However, it was already past midnight, so he had only slept for less than three hours.

Xilun yawned as he walked downstairs.

His grandfather, Garrick Ollivander, had already opened the door and was standing behind the counter, ready to greet the guest.

By the way, the Hogwarts acceptance letters were sent out yesterday, and the new students will be coming to Diagon Alley to buy their wands soon.

"The school sent a letter; this is for you." Garrick handed a letter and a bag of Galleons to Siron.

Xilun opened the yellow parchment envelope and began to read.

The content was roughly that he should still take the Hogwarts Express from Platform 9¾ to school on September 1st, and it also listed the new books he would need for the year, a long list that was even more exaggerated than last year.

"Standard Spells, Level Two," by Miranda Goshak... This is nothing special, just a standard one-book-a-year subscription, and the price of five siscos isn't expensive.

But what's left...?

"Breaking Up with the Ghost" by Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Wandering with Ghouls" by Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Walking with Trolls" by Gilderoy Lockhart.

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There are seven books in total, with the cheapest costing five Galleons per book.

Damn it, how could he have forgotten about Gilderoy Lockhart?

Siren scratched his head. No wonder Garrick gave him an extra bag of Galleons; this year's book fees were truly astronomical.

How could Dumbledore agree to such an outrageous request? Could he have taken a kickback?

Xilun thought to himself.

"Grandfather," he looked up and said, "I'll make a GG to hang outside in a bit, about the wand coloring spray and stickers, oh, and the skincare set we agreed on a couple of years ago."

"Hmm?" Upon hearing Xiren's words, Garrick's reaction was the same as before, showing some resistance.

But instead of immediately refusing, he asked, "Why? Didn't you also think those things were a scam before?"

A single Magical Creatures sticker with the same design as the wand core costs one nat and sells for one shiko. A rare, glittery sticker costs two nats and sells for at least five shiko.

The spray is even more extravagant, priced at Galleons.

Only the maintenance kit is slightly better, and the cost price can rise to that of Sike.

To be honest, even Siren felt embarrassed after setting the price, so they never actively promoted it.

"You don't need to think those books are too expensive," Garrick said with a smile. "We have the money for that."

"No, it has nothing to do with that." Xiren looked dazed, as if he was thinking about the unreasonable killing curse from last night.

It's really useful. Only one night has passed, and Xilun is already starting to feel insecure.

Voldemort's soul is easy to deal with; whether it's a Horcrux or Harry, there's always a chance to poke a piece off. But the staff itself is a bit more troublesome.

Xilun rubbed his face, his expression growing increasingly determined. Reputation was nothing to him; what he wanted now was to make money and buy Dragon Blood Wood!

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