Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 48 Dumbledore

This wand, which took a full ten days to make, truly gave Xiren the feeling of riding a roller coaster.

Upon seeing the [Backfire] property, Xiren felt a wave of dizziness and almost fainted from anger. A wand that was guaranteed to "explode"—if word got out, he would become the laughingstock among wand makers.

It's not even a simple "explosion"; it returns the problem to the user, completely solving all the loopholes, and holding the cane tip upside down won't help.

As for the second [Slowness]... If [Backfire] didn't exist, Siron would be overjoyed, which would mean he could use the Illumination Charm to cast the Avada Kedavra Curse and begin a true barrage of firepower.

Taken out on its own, it is definitely the most overpowered wand feature that Xilun has ever seen. It can no longer be called a golden legendary wand; it is more like a colorful one with special effects.

Unfortunately, when paired with [Return Fire], all offensive spells become unusable, and their effectiveness plummets instantly.

Otherwise, you'll just have to fight yourself.

By this point, the wand was essentially a failure, until the final piece of [Iron Armor] appeared.

The defensive spell effect is increased by 30%, just as its description says, simple, straightforward, and powerful, bringing the entire wand back to its peak.

While this effect is certainly not as good as the standalone "Slowness" for wizards who pursue power, it can be considered comparable from another perspective.

That is the ultimate support capability.

Xilun narrowed his eyes and quickly came up with a key spell.

It shares the same name as the third trait, the Ironclad Charm, and is even 30% stronger.

Under the effect of [Sluggishness], the wizard using this wand doesn't need to consider any spells, gestures, or any other factors. He can simply mindlessly input magic into the wand and instantly refresh his armor.

There's also [Return Fire], which currently seems to ensure the stability of the Ironclad Curse, preventing it from falling on others due to panic, mistakes, or enemy interference.

In addition, Xilun remembered that this spell was originally meant for himself, so whether it could trigger the [Fire Return] property and achieve double Ironclad Spell was unknown.

Besides these, there is also a hidden property of this wand that is not listed, which we will tentatively name "Sturdy".

The hard oak wood, combined with the entire spine of a troll, makes this wand incredibly heavy, feeling like holding a solid steel plate of the same size.

Moreover, judging from the terrible state of the dormitory just now, one can probably imagine what the consequences would be if it hit someone.

It's roughly like—fainting and collapsing (physical version)?

Xilun patted his face, forcing himself to calm down.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't use the magic wand.

First of all, it's too heavy. Carrying such a thing, he has no chance of catching up with others. After a while, he'll probably run out of energy first.

Then there's the fact that his strength is limited, making it difficult for him to unleash the true destructive power of this magic wand.

But some people can, and you could say they are a perfect match.

Hagrid, a half-giant!

The giant's immense strength allowed him to easily lift the heavy wand, and his mixed-race heritage also granted him the ability to use magic.

Silen raised an eyebrow; he seemed to have found a Christmas gift to give Hagrid in return.

Moreover, given Hagrid's eleven-foot height, the wand was the perfect size for him, and the half-giant himself possessed magic resistance far exceeding that of a wizard, adding another layer of armor to his body.

and many more!

Xilun seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly sat up, but quickly shook his head in disappointment.

What are you thinking? The half-giant's own talent isn't magic, so how can it be considered part of the "Iron Armor" category?

Even so, it's scary enough.

Imagine this: on a chaotic battlefield, a half-giant, almost magic-insensitive being wielding an "Avada Kedavra" staff, charging towards you at seventy miles per hour...

Just imagining that scene is enough to give me nightmares.

Siren couldn't help but shudder, momentarily hesitating whether to give it to Hagrid. What if Hagrid impulsively decided to destroy the Ministry of Magic one day?

Will the Aurors be able to stop him then?

Xilun sat on the bed, lost in thought, until his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep without realizing it.

When Xilun woke up the next day, it was almost noon. He rubbed his forehead and glanced at the time in a daze.

The next second, he instantly woke up.

I'm late... or rather, get out of class will be over in twenty minutes!

Damn it, that's the worst thing about living in a single dorm room; nobody ever calls him to class.

Xilun hurriedly put on his clothes and shoes, opened the door, and was about to run outside.

Good morning, Mr. Ollivander.

A gentle voice made Xilun stop in his tracks, and he began to wonder if he was still half asleep.

He must not be awake yet, otherwise how could he have seen Dumbledore behind the door?

"I can testify that you are sober now," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Would you like to have a cup of tea with me? After all, I was woken up last night after only an hour of sleep because of you."

"Oh? But Principal, I have class to attend," Siren said instinctively. "I'm already late."

"You don't need to worry about that at all," Dumbledore said. "I took the liberty of asking Professor Flitwick for you to take leave, and it seems to come in handy."

"……Oh well."

"Thank you. Oh, and remember to bring that magic wand."

Since Dumbledore had already said that, Siron naturally didn't say anything more. He went back to his dormitory, picked up his wand, and followed him out of the Gryffindor common room, arriving at the headmaster's office two corridors away.

This was Celen's first time in the headmaster's office. He threw his wand on the table, panting heavily, while curiously looking around at the room's furnishings.

After looking around, what interested him most were the silverwares on the table that were emitting white smoke.

"I like to put some dream-free snoring-reducing lotion in it at night to help me fall asleep quickly. Of course, right now it's just a regular stimulant, a gift from Madam Pomfrey at the university hospital, who said it helps prevent the flu," Dumbledore said. "May I see the wand?"

"Of course, no problem." Xilun nodded.

"Thank you." Dumbledore walked to the table, placed his hand on his wand, and pulled hard...

For some reason, his movements suddenly paused for a moment, then he flicked his fingers, and the wand floated steadily up and stopped in front of Dumbledore.

Oh!

Seeing Dumbledore's actions, Sirius slapped his forehead in frustration.

Damn it, how could I forget the Levitation Charm... It's not like he doesn't have other wands, why did he have to carry this thing over here?

On the other side, Dumbledore stared at the wand for a while, then said softly, "It is indeed a wand, a truly amazing ability."

"That's nothing," Siron shook his head. "There are many amazing wizards in the magical world. I heard there's a famous Auror who can transform into any shape he wants without drinking Polyjuice Potion."

"Ah, I think I know who you're talking about," said Dumbledore. "Nymphadora Tonks, the only disguise Magus in five centuries—what an enviable talent."

"But you're not bad either." Dumbledore raised his head, his deep blue eyes looking at Siron through the lenses on his nose.

"I heard that the core of this wand is made from a whole troll's spine, is that true?"