Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 2 The Golden Legend

"Hannah Abbott?"

Diagon Alley was even more lively at the end of July. Siron, who was helping to watch the shop, peeked out and looked at a little girl with two golden braids in front of the counter.

"I'm sorry, do we... know each other before?" Eleven-year-old Hannah subconsciously looked up, trying to recognize the little wizard who looked about her age.

He was a very handsome boy with a fair face and a bit of baby fat typical of his age. His hair was black, slightly curly, and a little messy, hanging over his forehead, as if he had just finished a tense and exciting Quidditch match.

Without a doubt, among all the people Hannah had ever met her age, this young shop assistant was the prettiest.

But she didn't know the other person and had no recollection of them at all.

"We didn't know each other before, but we might become classmates later. I'm also a new student at Hogwarts this year," Siron said.

"As for why I know you..." He picked up a brown paper booklet from the side and quickly flipped through a few pages.

"Oh, I found it. Mr. Abbott's appointment yesterday was at ten o'clock to come to the store to choose a new wand for his daughter, am I right?"

"Yes." A tall wizard stepped forward, facing Xilun, and frowned slightly.

"But I remember the owner of this shop is Ollivander..."

"Oh, Ollivander's Wand Shop, there's no doubt that my grandfather didn't sell it," Siron said half-jokingly.

Hearing Xilun's words, the man nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

They had come to buy a wand for their daughter who was about to attend Hogwarts, but when they entered the familiar wand shop, they found themselves facing a strange wizard.

For a fleeting moment, the man even wondered if the shop had been sold.

It wasn't that he was making a fuss; it was simply because, in his memory, Ollivander had never employed any shop assistants. Whether it was making wands or selling them, he did everything himself.

This has been the case since he was in school, and it has remained unchanged for decades.

but……

He then thought of the way the little wizard had referred to Ollivander.

"You just mentioned grandfather?" The man asked with a hint of curiosity.

"Sirlen Ollivander." Sirlen extended his hand.

"Ah... nice to meet you."

The man didn't find it strange that Xilun was young, and extended his hand in the same serious manner.

"Judging from your age, Garrick should be your grandfather, right? Strange, how come I've never seen you before?"

"Probably because very few people would visit a wand shop repeatedly," Siron shrugged.

"Ah, that's right." The man suddenly realized.

Indeed, the wand shop is different from other shops. He hadn't been here for over a decade. He came today because his daughter is going to Hogwarts this year and needs her own wand.

"Bang!"

Just then, a fluffy, messy head suddenly popped out from the back shelf and almost bumped into another shelf.

"Mr. Ollivander?" the man asked tentatively.

"Guest..." Ollivander looked up, "I'm so sorry, please wait a moment, I'll be right there."

He carried a dusty old box and walked briskly toward the counter, muttering to himself as he went:

"Found it! I knew I couldn't be wrong, after all, it's only been ten years..."

"What did you say?" Xilun didn't hear him clearly and asked, while looking at the opened box in his hand. "Is this what you've been looking for for two days?"

Holly wood, phoenix tail feathers, 11 inches

[Status: Perfect]

【Trait: Courage of Justice: Black Magic -10%, White Magic +10%】

Disarm: Disarm spell +20%

Twins: Two completely different wands are born from the same core; when they meet, a magical transformation occurs.

Xilun couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

I have to say, this wand is really luxurious. Even when it's brand new and unused, it has three different properties, completely outclassing 99% of the wands in the store.

If it had a color, this holly wand would at least be a legendary gold, a high-end item.

Xilun was somewhat envious, but he also knew in his heart that only one person could use this wand, and no one else could.

Out of sight, out of mind. Xilun turned his head away and stopped looking at it.

Ollivander blinked. Although he found Siren's actions somewhat inexplicable, he didn't pay much attention and quickly got into work mode.

"Oh, hawthorn wood, eleven inches, dragon heartwood, right? It all feels like yesterday..."

……

It was a pleasant transaction for both parties, and ten minutes later, the little witch Hannah skipped away from the wand shop with her new wand.

Ollivander meticulously recorded her name and wand details in a notebook, a habit he had cultivated over many years.

Xiren then focused his attention on the box.

"That's a magic wand too?"

"Yes," Ollivander said, looking up.

"Is there anything special about it?" Siren asked, puzzled. "Is it worth going out of the warehouse to find it?"

"In a special case... you could say that." Ollivander nodded after a moment's thought. "I have a feeling that the owner of this wand is coming soon."

He looked mysterious, with a hint of eager excitement in his eyes.

Just as Xilun was about to ask another question, he was interrupted by a crisp bell ringing.

The sound came from the bell hanging behind the door; someone had come in.

"No, Ron, we don't have the money to buy you a new wand. I think Charlie's wand is just fine."

"Great?" a boy exclaimed in a shrill voice, excitedly stretching out his hand. "Look, the unicorn's fur is almost showing..."

The family walked in noisily, with a fat witch leading the way, followed by a tall, thin red-haired man and six children.

With so many children, all with red hair, Xilun instantly identified them.

The Weasleys are the only family who can't afford a new wand.

However, with so many people coming in at once, the already small shop was instantly filled up and became very crowded.

"We seem to have a bit too many people." The man who came with them looked around. "Fred, George, could you please go to the used bookstore and find Ron a set of textbooks for his freshman year?"

"It's my pleasure, Daddy." The same voice came from two identical twins.

They exchanged a glance, a sly grin on their faces, and then turned and ran away.

As for whether they will honestly go to secondhand stores, Xilun estimates that it is highly unlikely.

How could the famous Weasley twins possibly do anything worthwhile?

"Dad, I want to go somewhere else too," said another person wearing horn-rimmed glasses.

"No problem, darling, go ahead." The witch at the front turned around. "This gives you time to think about what gift you want."

"I want a present too..." the youngest boy muttered.

"If you become a prefect, Ron, I'll buy you a present too."

As they spoke, the group had already reached the counter.

"Good morning." Ollivander gave a standard professional smile.

"It's so good to see you again, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley. How many times have we met now?"

“If I remember correctly, this is the sixth time,” Mr. Weasley stepped forward. “And you’ve always been able to accurately name the materials of my and Molly’s wands, without a single mistake so far.”

Xilun noticed that his grandfather's mouth, which had just opened, suddenly closed again, as if he had swallowed something.