Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 41 Are you ready to play baseball?

Harry was getting restless.

If the wand isn't in Siron's hands, what will happen to Ron's Christmas present? It seems there's no time to prepare anything else now.

"Could you make another one?" Harry asked cautiously.

"That's possible, and the materials are all readily available," Siren said. "But are you sure? A wand isn't parchment; a newly made wand might not be suitable for Ron."

"What should we do then...?"

"Don't worry, we can try. Christmas is the day after tomorrow, and my grandfather shouldn't be going too far." Xilun glanced out the window.

"If everything goes well, we should be able to make it." He stood up. "Let's go, let's go to the owl shed and see if there are any strong messengers."

"Use Hedwig," Harry said.

"what?"

"My owl, Hedwig," Harry said. "It's a snow owl!"

"Oh, that's perfect." Xilun patted his forehead.

Harry has an owl, how could he forget this? Moreover, the Snowy Owl is a 20 Galleon pet, which is the most expensive in the pet store. Its flight speed and endurance are naturally much better than ordinary owls.

Siren wrote a letter and then went with Harry to the owlhouse to find the beautiful snowy owl.

It truly lives up to its 20 Galleons pedigree; it's like a searchlight in the owl shed, easily spotted at a glance.

Upon seeing Harry, Hedwig immediately flew over and affectionately pecked his finger, making Siron envious.

He then thought of his own Tom, who was always out gallivanting and never seen, and whose mind was always preoccupied with how to eat his colleague's pet.

Bah, he shouldn't have been so greedy in the first place.

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Siren and Harry arrived at the Great Hall ten minutes after dinner had started. Although they were a little late, at least they wouldn't have to go hungry.

Ron found it strange that Harry had said he had something to do, so why did he come back with Siron?

During the meal, he kept subtly trying to find out what Harry had been doing, but he never got an answer.

Harry didn't respond at all, pretending not to understand. When he had no other choice, he racked his brains and made up an excuse about doing homework to get by.

Ron still seemed a little skeptical, but he didn't press the matter further.

Afterwards, the two of them huddled together with Hermione and whispered about other things.

Xilun was sitting right next to him, and even though he didn't intend to eavesdrop, he vaguely heard the gist of it.

In short, Hermione wanted Ron and Harry to go to the library during their holidays to find a man named Nicolas Flamel.

However, sending Harry and Ron to the library during their holidays... well, Hermione's idea was good.

To welcome the upcoming holidays, Gryffindor students held a small celebration in the common room.

The food was brought by the Weasley brothers from the school kitchen: pies, a whole roasted chicken, tender and juicy steak, pumpkin juice, pea cookies... a much larger meal than dinner.

There's also butterbeer from Hogsmeade.

However, only a few people have this stuff. To be more precise, Fred and George only brought one bottle for Siron.

Of course, this wasn't because the two had a better relationship with Celen; they wanted to know Celen's secret to using multiple wands.

It is common knowledge in the magical world that a wizard can only use one wand.

Of course, quite a few people did try to buy a second wand, but they soon discovered that this so-called second wand was almost useless.

The wands that were perfectly fine in the shop became much slower to cast spells and significantly weaker in power once they were in their hands. They were useless in battle, and even the simplest cleansing spells would sometimes leave behind some bits and pieces of residue.

This situation will only change after they voluntarily give up the first wand; otherwise, it will just be a waste of more than a dozen Galleons.

Nobody knows why this is, and even if you ask at Ollivander's wand shop, you'll only get the vague answer, "Wands choose wizards."

Siron's words that afternoon almost opened a new magical door for Fred and George.

They were so eager to learn that even taking three sticks, or even just one in each hand, would be incredibly tempting.

Xilun wasn't a stingy person; since he had drunk their butterbeer, he naturally had to help answer his questions.

So he told Fred and George that it was simple to do, all they had to do was learn how to make wands.

The two of them actually went to the library that very night to look for books about wands... It's just unknown how long they can keep it up.

Early the next morning, the students who were going home for the holiday left the castle and went to the station to catch the train, leaving the once crowded and lively Gryffindor common room suddenly empty.

Celen got up early and was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, fiddling with a baseball bat that had been split in two.

When Harry and Ron arrived, Cyril was sketching on it with a scarlet quill pen.

"Good morning, Sirius," Harry greeted, and sat down in the armchair next to Ron.

These seats, which are usually the most popular, are available for them to sit anywhere today.

Ron found some leftover bread and flatbread from last night, poked them with a roasting fork, and put them in the fireplace to roast.

Harry frowned, looking around for something.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron handed him a dark, mushy piece of bread.

"Can you smell anything?"

"Oh, it's a little burnt," Ron said somewhat embarrassedly.

"No, not this." Harry shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I think I smell blood."

"Now that you mention it, I think I can smell it too." Ron looked up and started searching around as well.

"No need to look anymore, this is it," Xiren said, showing the two of them the red quill pen in his hand.

"You use blood as ink?" Ron stared, his voice filled with disbelief.

"It's not ink, it's... well, you can think of it as some kind of medium," Siren explained.

"I was just about to ask that," Harry said, looking at Hillon. "Are you planning to play baseball?"

"What is baseball?" Ron asked.

"It's a Muggle sport," Harry explained. "They use a stick to hit a ball."

"The batter?" Ron immediately thought of his two older brothers, who used bats to hit the ball out of the air in Quidditch.

"Pretty much," Harry thought for a moment, "but the stick is much longer, and it's not a running ball."

"I don't know, I've never played with one," Harry said. "My cousin Dudley bought a baseball bat, but he's never played baseball, not even once. I guess he just liked the bat."

"I've never played baseball either," Celen said. "Actually, this is the wand I'm going to make next."