Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 151 You're the worst grandson I've ever seen

Chapter 152 You're the Worst Grandson I've Ever Seen (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

That day, the people of Diagon Alley discovered that Ollivander's Wand Shop had suddenly closed. Unlike usual, when there was only a "Closed" sign, this time all the windows and doors were covered by thick curtains, and the inside of the shop could not be seen from the outside.

This was unusual, as Ollivander had never drawn the curtains before, but few wizards passing by noticed it, since normally no one would go out of their way to look at a wand shop.

Meanwhile, in the wand shop, Siron had already transformed into a lizard skin bag and placed it on the table. He reached inside and took out a light bulb, which looked like a citrine.

These were the basilisk's eyes. With one hand holding the basilisk's eye and the other hand holding his wand, he gently waved it, and a vixen clinging to the curtains was caught in his hand.

Fox-like creatures are a relatively common pest in the magical world. They have two pairs of wings and their bodies are covered with coarse, short, black hairs. Their teeth are poisonous, and they like to bite. If an antidote is not taken in time after a bite, the affected skin will be both painful and itchy.

They usually appear in houses that haven't been inhabited by wizards for a long time.

Since Siren had previously attended Hogwarts and Garrick had gone to Norway, wand shops became their favorite place.

In previous years, Garrick would clean up these pests first thing after returning home, but this time he was in a hurry to pick up Siron at King's Cross Station.

I didn't have time to think about it.

But that's just right.

Xilun loosened his fingers slightly and sent the vixen through, aiming it at the basilisk's eyes.

The little bug, which had been jumping around just moments before, suddenly stopped moving.

Xilun pursed his lips, not expecting that even though the basilisk was dead, the curse of the basilisk eyes still existed. Fortunately, he had kept it in the shapeshifting lizard skin bag ever since he got it and had never taken it out.

Then he grabbed two vixens from under the carpet, peeking them out from between his fingers in different places. When he handed one of the vixens over, it died immediately, just like the previous one. But the one closer to his palm was still alive and kicking, and it even tried to bite Siron.

It seems that the curse will only be triggered when you are directly facing the snake's pupil.

This is good news, at least we don't have to keep wrapping it in our hands all the time.

Afterwards, Xiren took the basilisk's eye and walked around the room, waving it behind the curtains and under the carpet. Based on the reactions of the pests, he quickly determined the exact location of the pupil and carefully covered it with his palm.

Wherever the basilisk's eyes swept, the pests immediately died cleanly, with excellent results, even more effective than the cleansing spells of the house-elves.

Garrick Ollivander watched in disbelief as he did all this.

It has been almost seventy years since he made his first wand.

During this time, he encountered many different magical creatures, from gentle unicorns to ferocious Hungarian bees to mysterious Luo Wu.

It's worth mentioning that he also has a close relationship with the renowned magizoologist Newt Scamander, which gives Garrick a much deeper understanding of magical creatures than most wizards.

That's why he seemed so surprised.

Those are the eyes of the basilisk, containing the most powerful curse known to date. Among dark wizards, this thing is a legendary artifact, comparable to the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone.

Since it's a legend, it means it's rare, so Xilun just used it to clean up pests?

Furthermore, is Dumbledore now so generous that he can just give away the basilisk's eyes?

"Could this be used with snakewood?" Just as Ollivander was lost in thought, Siron's voice brought him back to his senses.

"What?"

"I mean, can the basilisk's eyes be paired with basilisk wood?" Siren asked again.

"It should be fine." With the wand in mind, Garrick stopped thinking about those random things and stood there seriously pondering.

"Wait a moment." He walked to the back of the store and opened a small door hidden behind a shelf.

Behind this unassuming door lies a space larger than the wand shop, containing the Ollivander family's most precious treasure: rows upon rows of bookshelves reaching the ceiling, filled with all sorts of old books and parchment books.

Garrick walked briskly among the bookshelves, occasionally stopping to pick up a book and browse for a moment before continuing on his way.

Pick up another book.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"You rude guy, close your book right now, I'm sleeping."

Cursing and swearing could be heard from all around, indicating that the books here were quite different from those in Flourish and Blotts.

Garrick seemed used to it, apologizing skillfully while continuing to flip through the contents.

"You idiot, you have to look up this in a book again for such simple content. You are truly my worst great-grandson."

"But great-grandfather, I'm your only great-grandson," Garrick said helplessly.

"Then you're the worst I've ever seen—"

With a snap, Garrick slammed the book shut, and the voice inside disappeared along with it.

Garrick instinctively glanced in the direction where Siron was standing.

Xilun quickly turned his head, pretending not to have heard anything, and squatted there, seemingly taking a keen interest in a wooden frame.

That's quite a show-off!

A dozen minutes later, Garrick came out with a book. He looked at Siron and said softly, "Actually, I don't recommend you use the basilisk; it's too dangerous."

"I'll be careful," Celen said.

"Of course, I don't expect you to listen to me either," Garrick continued, "just like when I didn't listen to your great-grandmother and insisted on going to Austria—? Oh well, there's no point in talking about those things."

Garrick shook his head and handed the book to Siron.

"Since you insist, take a look at this; it should be helpful."

The book wasn't thick, it looked to be only about an inch thick, the cover was faded, and the name on it was blurry.

"You want to use a basilisk's eye with basilisk wood, which is theoretically fine," Garrick continued. "Serpentwood is only suitable for a wand core with pure magic, such as the horn of a longhorned water serpent. Gregovich prefers this kind of wand core, but I think it's a bit too sensitive to magic. Or maybe a phoenix's tail feather—oh, now's not the time to talk about these things."

Garrick quickly steered the conversation back to the topic.

"The basilisk's eyes possess the most terrifying curse in the magical world, and curses are also a form of magic, so they should be a good match for basilisk wood."

"That's good." Hearing Garrick say that, Celen was relieved and picked up the book to go upstairs.

"Wait a minute," Garrick quickly called out to him, asking, "Are you sure you don't need my help?"

Although he didn't object to using the basilisk's eyes as the core of the staff, he was really worried about leaving Siron alone upstairs handling such a dangerous thing.

"Don't worry, I'm fine even if I encounter a real serpent monster, let alone someone with only one eye," Xilun said casually, quickly going upstairs.

Garrick was left standing there, looking completely bewildered.

What did Xilun mean by what he just said?

Even encountering the real basilisk was no problem, etc. The newspaper said that the student who helped Rubeus Hagrid kill the basilisk...

Could it be Xilun?