Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 72 The Break the Cauldron and Knockout Alley

When July just began and the holidays started, the wand shop was still closed. This was partly because Garrick Ollivander was too busy to run the shop, and partly because the new students hadn't received their acceptance letters yet.

It will probably be about a month before the owls deliver the letters to this year's freshmen, and that's when the wand shop will actually open.

Garrick Ollivander spent a week in his room, during which time Siron mostly pored over those dry wand books.

After arriving at Hogwarts, he realized that he was lacking in theoretical knowledge and would naturally make up for it when he had time.

However, he wasn't always reading. Occasionally, when he got bored, he would go to the Leaky Cauldron to relax, order a butterbeer, and listen to the drunkards boast about their glorious deeds of riding a Swedish short-nosed dragon into the War of the Giants.

Whether they dared to approach the Swedish short-nosed dragon, or whether they would be so frightened by the giant that their legs would tremble... that didn't matter, anyway, everyone around them was quite happy.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me, but it doesn't matter..." The middle-aged wizard wearing a cowboy hat took a big gulp of wine and leaned dizzily against the bar.

"After all, when I trampled the giant... hiccup, trampled him under my feet... you were all trembling with fear from the Death Eaters... I won't hold it against you..."

Seeing his boasting getting increasingly outrageous, even escalating to indiscriminate attacks, a wizard in a purple robe couldn't sit still any longer and shouted:

"John, which giant did you step on, Gogo or Goliru?"

"Yes, yes, Googo!" the cowboy-hatted wizard named John stammered.

"Really?" The purple-robed wizard was initially shocked, then quickly composed himself. "I don't believe it. That giant definitely isn't called Gugo!"

"You think I'm lying?" John asked, his face flushed. "That giant's name is Gugo, I remember it perfectly well."

After a moment of silence, the Leaky Cauldron burst into a burst of cheerful laughter, so loud that even the candle flames on the ceiling seemed to tremble.

People were clutching their stomachs and laughing so hard they were doubled over, but John just sat there blankly, not knowing what they were laughing at.

Finally, Tom (the bar owner, not the cat that stayed in the Forbidden Forest and wouldn't go home) couldn't stand it anymore and quietly told John that Gugo was the title of the leader of the giants, just like the headmaster of Hogwarts and the Minister of Magic—it was just a title, not a name.

John's ears turned bright red instantly, like they had been licked by a salamander. He awkwardly tried to stand up and explain, but almost tripped over his own cloak.

"What do you know!" he slurred, slamming his hand on the table. "Back then...back then..."

"You must have been so scared back then that you stayed at home and didn't dare to come out!" someone said, filling in the second half of the sentence for him.

More than a decade ago, a mysterious figure colluded with giants to attack the magical world, causing immense panic and destruction. Any wizard who participated in the attack would know what "Gug" represents.

"I bet he can't tell the difference between a giant and a troll, unless trolls also wear cowboy hats!" This remark sparked another round of laughter, the laughter from the entire bar almost shaking the old Leaky Cauldron sign off.

Seeing that John was silent like a defeated pheasant, Celen knew the fun was over. He finished the rest of his butterbeer in one gulp and returned to Diagon Alley from the backyard.

As he passed a fork in the road, he instinctively stopped for a moment.

This is the entrance to Flip-Over Alley. He came here a few days ago to see if there were any good quality, inexpensive cane core materials.

Siren had lived in Diagon Alley for several years, and even people in Knockturn Alley knew him.

Of course, these wizards mainly knew Garrick Ollivander and were willing to give the old wandmaker some face, so they didn't make things difficult for Siron.

The premise is that Siron doesn't go to the depths of Knockturn Alley, where none of the wizards living are normal; they don't even use Dumbledore's name, let alone Garrick Ollivander.

Xiren was aware of this, so usually, even when he came here, he would only stay near the entrance and would not cross Bokin-Bock.

Strangely, many unfamiliar faces have recently appeared in Fandao Lane.

When he last came, the vendor who used to sell the hearts and toes of dark creatures was gone, and an old witch with moss growing on her teeth had taken his place.

"Never mind, we'll see." For safety's sake, Celen gave up on the idea of ​​shopping in Knockturn Alley and went back to the wand shop.

It's really strange that his grandfather actually went out.

Looking at Garrick Ollivander behind the counter, Siren exclaimed in surprise, "You figured it out so quickly?"

"Almost there."

"Then why did you come out?" Xilun said. "It's only the first week of vacation. It's still a long time before the new students receive their admission notices."

“No, there’s something else.” Garrick Ollivander looked at Siren. “Interested in taking a trip?”

"A holiday trip?" Siren shook his head. "No interest. I'd much rather listen to the tales of the goblin rebellion and the war of giants told at the Leaky Cauldron."

"No, it's not just a simple trip." Garrick paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm taking you to some special places. Haven't you always wanted to know where the Dragon Heartstrings, Unicorn Tail Hairs, and various staffs came from?"

"Huh?" Xilun, who was about to go upstairs, stopped and turned around, saying, "But didn't you say before that, according to tradition, you had to wait until I graduated before you could take me?"

“Normally, that’s true, because it’s to avoid wasting those precious materials.” Garrick nodded. “Your great-grandmother only took me to Romania after I graduated from Hogwarts, but I don’t think you need to wait that long…”

Perhaps thinking of the unicorn wand, Garrick's expression grew increasingly strange.

How did he manage to do that... Oh no, forget it, forget it now!

Xiren was stunned for a moment when he saw Garrick inexplicably patting his head and muttering to himself... What kind of procedure was this? Was his grandfather really okay?

"I'm fine." As if guessing what Siren was thinking, Garrick spoke directly: "So, about this trip to Romania..."

"I'm still not interested," Siron shrugged.

If it were a year ago, or anywhere else, Xiren would have been happy to accompany Garic on a trip, but not in Romania.

Unlike his grandfather Garic, he preferred a whole dragon heart rather than a single dragon heartstring or a nerve.

But will the people at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary agree to his request?

It's impossible without even thinking about it!

After all, whether it's for potions or alchemy, the heart of a dragon is one of the most precious materials, and the competition for it is fierce.

Since he's bound to be disappointed if he goes to the Fire Dragon Reserve, he might as well not go in the first place. Even if he needs the Fire Dragon Nerve someday, he can just ask Garrick for help.

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