Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 12 Gryffindor

The famous savior has attracted most people's attention, but a small number of people are still asking for the answer to another question.

For example, Hermione, who has an insatiable thirst for knowledge.

"Sir Poppinton, why did you just say that Ollivander could not be sorted into Gryffindor?"

"Huh? Did I just say that?" the ghost asked, shaking his head back onto his neck.

When the Sorting Hat shouted that, his head almost fell off, but luckily it was still held together by a thin layer of skin.

His nickname is Nick the Headless, so naturally he didn't fall completely.

"You said it!" Hermione nodded firmly, and even pulled in a witness.

"Yes, I can testify!"

"That's right!"

Fred and George, the twins, spoke from either side of each other.

They were also very curious.

Although we don't know what happened, judging from the professors' expressions, it must have been quite interesting.

"Well... okay, it's nothing really." Nick, who was almost headless, glanced at Siren at the far end of the long table and lowered his voice.

"As far as I know, since the founding of Hogwarts, not a single Ollivander has ever been sorted into Gryffindor, not one."

"Wow!" Fred exclaimed. "Oh, over a thousand years! Really?"

"That should be right. Anyway, I've been at Hogwarts for five centuries and I've never seen one."

"Why?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I don't know either." Nick, who was almost headless, thought for a moment, "But there's a legend."

"What?"

"It's said, just said, there's no real evidence..." the ghost emphasized first before continuing:

"This matter seems to be related to Godric Gryffindor, one of the four great wizards of Hogwarts. Although he is a wizard, he has a particular preference for swords over wands."

"In addition, he not only had a sword forged by a fairy, but also carried it with him and repeatedly stated in public that the sword was better than a wand. Even the relics he left behind were Gryffindor's sword."

"And Ollivanders, being from a family of wand makers, naturally wouldn't like Gryffindor."

"What about Siron? How did he end up in Gryffindor?"

"I don't know." The ghost shook its head, its head bobbing back and forth on its neck.

"Either he's not an Ollivander, or he has something that sets him apart."

Nick, who was almost headless, drifted away.

But everyone was still immersed in what he had just said.

The grudges and rivalries between the four masters of Hogwarts a thousand years ago—who wouldn't be interested in that?

So everyone's attention turned to Siron, and even Harry Potter being sorted into Gryffindor couldn't distract them.

At the Gryffindor table, Sirius sat closest to the teachers' seats, staring blankly at the Sorting Hat.

He never imagined that he would be sorted into Gryffindor. Even being sorted into Hufflepuff would be better than Gryffindor.

The tattered hat didn't hesitate for a second; it made its decision the moment it touched his hair, just like Malfoy, emphasizing efficiency.

But why was he sorted into Gryffindor?

Even after the sorting process ended, Xilun still couldn't figure it out.

Professor McGonagall took the Sorting Hat and the triangular stool, and the once empty long table was instantly filled with all sorts of delicious food.

The aroma of food also snapped Xilen out of his confusion; after a day on the train, he was starving.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first!

The golden roasted chicken and sweet cream soup instantly revitalize a tired body and mind.

After calming down, Xiren thought back to the words she heard when she put on the Sorting Hat for the second time.

He's a good fit for Gryffindor.

Xilun abruptly stopped cutting the pork chop.

Thinking about it carefully, some of his previous plans, taken individually, were indeed very Gryffindor.

But he hasn't even had a chance to act yet; it's just a plan. Does that even count?

Xilun sighed.

It can only be said that some things are truly once-in-a-lifetime occurrences, and they can only happen around Harry Potter.

For example, Cerberus and Basilisk are rare and excellent staff cores; it would be a shame to miss them.

After figuring this out, Celen gradually accepted being sorted into Gryffindor.

What can you do if you don't accept it? Hogwarts has no precedent for changing houses.

Being closer to Harry Potter makes certain things easier to do.

Xilun convinced himself of this.

...It worked fairly well; at least he was in the mood to eat again.

I just don't know if old Ollivander can accept it.

As Celion put a piece of steak into his mouth, he couldn't help but think of his grandfather.

It shouldn't be a problem, since in his memory, his grandfather didn't have any prejudice against Gryffindor, and his grandfather always told him that going to Hogwarts was enough, and he never made any demands about the house.

……

Because he was thinking about other things, Siron didn't notice when the desserts disappeared, nor did he listen to Headmaster Dumbledore's speech.

I only vaguely remember that they said something like, "New students are not allowed to go to the forbidden forest," and "Students are prohibited from approaching a certain classroom on the fourth floor."

Oh, and there's the Quidditch selection time... tsk, what serious wizard plays Quidditch!

After everyone finished singing the school song, Siron stood up and lined up with the other freshmen to leave the auditorium. As he went upstairs, he saw Neville walking ahead of him.

Speaking of which, at the entrance to Platform 9¾, Mrs. Longbottom seemed to have said that she hoped he and Neville would both be sorted into Gryffindor.

She was right.

Could it be that the Longbottom family possesses a talent for prophecy?

"Silon?"

Perhaps sensing something, Neville turned around at that moment.

"Are you alright? Are you okay?" he asked.

"What could possibly happen to me?"

"It's the Sorting House, huh?" Hermione said this time. "I heard Ollivander and Gryffindor are enemies."

"Huh, really?" Siren was stunned. He even doubted whether he was a fake Ollivander.

"How come I don't know? Who told you that?"

"Sir Porpington," Hermione said, "the ghost of Gryffindor, whom many call Nick the Headless."

"He said that Godric Gryffindor's relationship with the Ollivanders, who made wands, was always bad because Godric preferred swords and had different ideas."

Then she repeated what the ghost had said earlier.

"That might be true," Xilun said nonchalantly after hearing this. "But that was a thousand years ago. How could someone remember something so trivial for so long? It would be a waste of time."

"That's a clash of ideas, not a trivial matter?" Hermione looked at Siron with suspicion.

"How could that be? You're overthinking it." Siren chuckled. "Do you remember what my grandfather said to you when you bought the wand?"

Which sentence?

"Choose a wizard for your wand."

"Remember."

"That's the key," Siron said.

"We believe the wand chooses the wizard, and how the wizard chooses... doesn't matter."

"But I personally believe that the so-called ideological differences are fallacies, for example, Navee."

"He likes toads and takes them everywhere, but when he delivers messages, he still chooses owls, because owls are like magic wands."

"Is that so?" Hermione nodded, seemingly understanding. "The wand chooses the wizard. I always thought that phrase was just to add mystery."

"You can interpret it that way if you want."