Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 68 Dragon Blood Wood

Xiren was very distressed. Last night, he made a bold decision on his mind—to build a new home for the poor Voldemort fragments to shelter them from the wind and rain.

In other words, he wanted to make the core of Voldemort's staff from this fragment.

Siren knew his decision might be risky; a slight misstep could mean becoming lunch for the Dementors. But what if it worked...?

Siren had this idea a long time ago, probably when he was seven years old. He first discovered that he could make many impossible things into wand cores, and then he thought of Voldemort. Then, when he was sunbathing after a good meal, another question arose.

Before his resurrection, was Voldemort a wizard or a magical creature?

Originally, this was just a question I came up with to pass the time, and Xilun didn't really expect to get an answer.

But now, Siron suddenly realizes that the opportunity to verify his conjecture has arrived; he has obtained a fragment of Voldemort.

Who could possibly resist that?

In addition to having considerable skill and expertise in making staff cores, Xilun has another advantage.

He was a student at Hogwarts.

Indeed, this identity, which almost every wizard has possessed, is also his greatest source of confidence and advantage.

If he messes up, he'll go to the headmaster immediately and confess. Dumbledore can't possibly watch a first-year student like him get captured by Aurors and taken to Azkaban.

It's a bit shameless, but as long as it works, that's fine. Even if I get fired, it's better than living next to Dementors.

Moreover, if he succeeds, it will be equivalent to finding another way to eliminate Voldemort, which would be a contribution to the wizarding world.

After hesitating for a third of a second, Xilun made a decision and began to select a suitable staff body for the fragments.

However, once he actually started doing it, Xilun discovered that this step was much more difficult than he had imagined.

He first wove a net out of unicorn tail hair, put the fragments in it, and hung them in mid-air. Then he arranged various different materials for the staff around it.

When I woke up the next day, I found that all the staffs, including the one that was used to hit people, were completely destroyed. They were either frozen solid or withered and corroded by the fragments.

Xilun was heartbroken. It was the only remaining willow branch he had left to hit people with. Although it wasn't long enough for a standard wand, it was still a pity to have it ruined like that.

Fred and George almost got beaten to death over it.

This resulted in the next day, when everyone was discussing Harry's heroic deeds, only Siron remained sullen on the sidelines.

No one knows who leaked the complete story of Harry and Quirrell's battle in the underground classroom, and it spread throughout Hogwarts overnight.

Even during yesterday's Quidditch final, many people weren't watching the game, but were instead in the stands having heated discussions with friends about Harry's victory over Quirrell.

No one mentioned the 200 points he had lost a while ago anymore; people rushed to deliver gifts and candy to the school hospital.

As a result, Ron also became the focus of everyone's attention. He would repeat at least eight times a day how he won the game, and he never got tired of it.

"I really don't understand what's so great about these things."

When Ron was once again talking loudly in the common room, Fred and George, who had just been discharged from the hospital, couldn't help but walk up to Celion and say, "I've heard five versions of this, each one more exaggerated than the last, as if those chess pieces were thirty feet tall."

"Mmm..." Xilun responded perfunctorily.

"Should I try snakewood?" he wondered to himself, but he couldn't quite bring himself to do it.

Voldemort claimed to be the heir of Slytherin, and Slytherin's wand was made of snakewood... From this perspective, his shards and snakewood are indeed a good match.

But this was just one of Siren's ideas... Snakewood was too scarce, and unlike the Whomping Willow, which was in Hogwarts, it was hard to get, but as long as he wasn't expelled, he would always have a chance.

But if the snakewood is wasted, it will be difficult to find a second piece. In fact, the snakewood he received was only twelve inches long, and he had to carefully consider even cutting off a small piece for testing.

And most importantly, snakewood may not be able to withstand the coldness naturally emitted by the fragments.

"How about we ask a ghost for advice on how to solve this problem?" Xilun muttered to himself.

"What did you mean by looking for ghosts?" Fred asked, looking at Siron who was talking to himself.

"Ah, it's nothing." Xilun shook his head. "It's just that when you pass through ghosts, you feel a chill all over your body, right? I just wanted to ask if there's a solution."

As if struck by a thought, the Weasley brothers simultaneously shuddered.

They had experienced passing through ghost bodies during their classes before, and the feeling was terrifying, like being submerged in a black lake on a snowy day, as if their blood was about to freeze.

They even invented an air-conditioning cloak, but unfortunately, sales were dismal; even in the hottest summer, wearing it would make people shiver with cold.

"Forget it, that's a characteristic of ghosts. Even a warming spell won't work. The best way is to put a burning fireplace on them," George said.

"So they'll be warm then?" Siren asked.

"No, that makes them even more noticeable," Fred chuckled. "A reminder to get away quickly if you see them from afar."

Conspicuous, fireplace... wait a minute.

Helen jumped up, ran past the Weasley brothers, and made her way back to the dorm.

He suddenly remembered that he also seemed to have a "fireplace," a fireplace that could be placed on a ghost.

"Found it!"

Five minutes later, Xiren finally found a special piece of wood that was carefully preserved at the very back of the suitcase.

The 1,300-year-old dragon bloodwood was one of the gifts his grandfather, Garrick Ollivander, gave him before the start of the school year, and Siron had never been willing to use it.

The unique nature of the Voldemort fragment makes it almost impossible for Siron to find a staff of the same attribute that can perfectly match it. So why not choose a completely opposite partner to counterbalance it?

Dragonblood Wood, which grows in the lair of fire dragons, is practically grown by being irrigated by dragon flames. Naturally, it is disliked by ghosts, which is why Xilun has never taken it out.

There are plenty of ghosts at Hogwarts. If he carried this thing with him, he'd definitely become a public enemy of ghosts.

But he can't care about that now.

First, there was the basic adaptability test. Xilun broke off a piece of dragon bloodwood and placed it next to the Voldemort fragments that were in the net. After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and broke off half an inch of snakewood and placed it on the other side.

Afterwards, Xilun rubbed his hands together and left the dormitory.

If that doesn't work next time, he'll have to consider having the unicorn crash into it again to try and reduce the "Voldemort" content in the fragments.

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