Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 39 Conflict

Overnight, Hogwarts Castle was covered in a thick layer of snow, seemingly reminding people that Christmas was just around the corner.

Celen's original plan was to go back to Diagon Alley for Christmas, because a month ago he received a letter from his parents saying that they would be going back to England for Christmas.

But now the plans have changed.

Xilen glanced at the long-necked glass bottle on the windowsill, in which a baseball bat about two and a half feet long floated quietly in the middle of the light yellow resin.

This is the staff he has been working on these past few days. Judging from the current state, it should soon meet the standards for making a staff.

Another issue is the wand core. Hagrid still won't allow Siren to take it out of the cabin. If he goes home for Christmas, he'll have to wait until school starts to find time to make this special wand.

Xilun didn't want to miss this rare holiday, so he signed his name on the list of those staying on campus for the holiday.

"Sirlen Ollivander, come to my office." Snape said in a cold tone after Potions class.

Harry and his two companions, who were almost at the door, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Siron.

The lingering emotions from a month ago have long since faded with time. Harry and Ron have been looking for an opportunity to say something to Siron, and now is just the right time.

"What does he want with you?" Harry asked, his voice tinged with worry.

"Don't worry, it's not solitary confinement," Siron said. "It's probably because my application was approved."

"You really bought something from him?" Ron asked, looking surprised.

"Not yet... It's not about buying anything, it's about applying. I contacted Professor McGonagall," Celen said. "It's a long story. I'll head over now, and we'll meet in the auditorium later."

After a few words, their relationship seemed to have returned to normal, as if the minor conflict a month ago had never happened.

"Okay, see you in the Great Hall later," Harry said, secretly relieved.

After leaving the classroom, Siren followed Snape to his office.

Compared to the last time I came, almost nothing has changed here, except that the potion ingredients on the walls have been replaced again.

"Here's what you wanted." Snape placed a thumb-sized bottle on the table, staring blankly at Sirius, and demanded:

"Tell me, how do you know there's troll blood in the school?"

"I heard it from Professor Quirrell," Siren said calmly, giving the reason he had prepared long ago.

All they had to do was pin the blame on Quirrell; no matter how hard Quirrell denied it, Snape wouldn't believe him anyway.

Sure enough, upon hearing Quirrell's name, Snape's face instantly darkened, his brows furrowing as if he had seen something nauseating.

"What are you here for?" he then asked.

"Make a wand," Siron said.

"Liar!" Snape suddenly approached, his black cloak whipping up a gust of cold wind. "I've looked into it; making wands doesn't require the blood of magical creatures. You'd better tell the truth!"

"I'm telling the truth." Sirius looked calmly into Snape's eyes. "If you don't believe me, you can ask Professor McGonagall; she's already confirmed it with my grandfather."

Xilun was not lying. This vial of troll blood was something Xilun had prepared in advance for the staff core, just in case, and it followed proper procedures.

First, write to his grandfather, Garrick Ollivander, and then have him submit an application to Minerva McGonagall, the headmaster of Gryffindor, on behalf of Siron. Once Professor McGonagall agrees, she will then relay the request to Snape.

This whole process was a bit tedious and took several days, but the advantage was that it was completely in accordance with school regulations.

Xilun was telling the truth, and naturally had no guilty conscience at all.

Snape stared into Cyren's eyes, and suddenly his face turned deathly pale, veins bulged on his forehead, and in less than a second, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

This sudden change startled Siron, and before he could say anything, Snape forcefully waved his hand.

"Get out, get out!" he roared, and the door slammed open.

Seeing Snape's expression, Cyril seemed to have guessed something. He didn't say anything, quickly picked up the bottle on the table, and turned to leave.

As soon as he left the office, the door slammed shut again, sending down a cloud of dust.

Siren stood in the corridor, recalling Snape's strange behavior earlier, and subconsciously raised an eyebrow.

Snape just...did he use Legilimency on him?

Although I didn't feel anything, judging from Snape's expression just now, it was probably true.

Magicians thousands of years ago were not as gentle as wizards today, and this is reflected in the magic circles they created.

If the brain-blocking technique is a curtain, then the magic circle is a hornet's nest hanging on a tree. Don't even think about recklessly peeking inside; even getting a little closer will leave you covered in stings.

Snape was probably stung.

Because of a vial of troll blood that Professor McGonagall agreed to use, did you use Legilimency on a student?

Hey, he really deserved to be stung.

Snape's image as a professor plummeted in Siron's mind.

But that doesn't matter. As long as he's still willing to help buy things, he's still a good professor.

When Siron left the underground classroom, he found the corridor leading to the foyer to be unusually crowded. Not only were there students on both sides, but people were also constantly coming in, all of them Gryffindor and Slytherin.

One side was on the left, the other on the right, the green and red scarves clearly separated them, arguing fiercely, and some even took out magic wands.

As more and more people arrived, the path ahead was completely blocked. At this moment, Siron suddenly realized that the entrance to the underground classroom where he was located was on the Slytherin side.

Looking up, all I saw were silver-green scarves.

However, because there was still some distance between the underground classroom and the corridor, and because the argument was too loud, no one had noticed him yet.

Collective conflict?

Silen silently pulled three wands from his pocket, hesitating whether to strike first.

After all, his position is quite good; a sneak attack from behind could easily throw Slytherin into chaos.

Otherwise, once the Slytherin people notice this side, he will face being surrounded.

"What are you doing? Everyone, get out of here immediately!"

Just as Siron was hesitating about who to target, Professor McGonagall, who had heard the commotion, arrived, accompanied by Hermione.

She pursed her lips tightly, and everyone immediately scrambled to the sides, trying to get away from the most conspicuous spot.

However, because there were so many people, it was not easy to do so, and several people fell down.

"Pointing your wand at your classmates, do you know what you're doing?"

"Gryffindor and Slytherin, each lose 20 points!"

She looked furious, her voice trembling. "Now, the prefects, take your men back immediately! If this happens again, the rest of the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch match is cancelled!"