Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 22 Dumbledore is very excited

It's hard to say what Professor McGonagall is thinking right now, and even she herself can't say for sure.

However, half an hour later, after leaving the office, Celen successfully obtained Professor McGonagall's hair, and a full five strands.

Professor McGonagall soon left as well, passing through two corridors and arriving at the principal's office on the eighth floor.

What happened today was too unbelievable; she needed someone to help her sort things out, and Dumbledore was the best choice.

The principal's office was blocked by an ugly stone beast with a dripping spout.

"Toad gummies," Professor McGonagall said.

The dripping stone beast stood up and walked to the side, revealing the spiraling staircase behind it.

Professor McGonagall stepped on it and was quickly taken to the very top, where she stopped in front of an oak door.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, and Dumbledore's voice came from inside very quickly.

"Come in, Minerva."

Professor McGonagall pushed open the door, and Dumbledore was standing in front of a bookshelf, wearing a pink pajama set with a strawberry pattern and a matching pink pointed hat.

"What brings you here?" he asked.

Having probably seen it all before, Professor McGonagall wasn't surprised by the principal's cake-like outfit. She went straight to the point and recounted what had happened half an hour earlier.

"If a wizard's wand core is made of his own hair, they would be the most compatible partners, working together seamlessly and invincible..." Dumbledore pushed up his glasses with interest.

"Did he really say that?"

"That's right." Professor McGonagall nodded. "But Dumbledore, is that even possible? Using a wizard's hair as a wand core."

"Haven't you already witnessed another impossibility?" Dumbledore retorted. "To cast three different spells at the same time is simply unheard of."

"I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," Professor McGonagall sighed.

Even after seeing it with her own eyes, she still had doubts; otherwise, she wouldn't have rushed to the principal's office.

"Olivendell's skill is truly superb, but why have I never seen a wand like this before?"

"No, Minerva, I think it has nothing to do with Ollivander, or rather, with Garrick Ollivander," said Dumbledore, walking to a table laden with various silver objects and lost in thought for a moment.

"I suddenly remembered something interesting."

"Something interesting?"

"That was a year ago, when I was looking for a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the school."

"Excuse me, Headmaster," Professor McGonagall interrupted him, "Are you referring to a Ministry of Magic fugitive?"

"Minerva, that's a really hurtful thing to say." Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged. "It's already very difficult to find a wizard willing to attend a class these days... I have to say, it's fortunate that Quirinus took over the course this year, otherwise I would have had to run around for another two months."

"I just wish you could be a little more serious..." Professor McGonagall said. "Alright, let's continue."

Where was I?

"One year ago."

"Oh yes," Dumbledore said. "I met Garrick Ollivander a year ago when I was visiting an old friend's house."

"My old friend told me that Garrick is looking for suitable wand core materials for his grandson, and that he is an eccentric, genius wandmaker who can make wand cores from all sorts of special materials."

"Special materials?" Professor McGonagall was taken aback.

"That's where the interesting part comes in," Dumbledore chuckled. "I bet you've overlooked a crucial point—the core of that round wand is the brain of a five-legged monster."

Professor McGonagall looked up, her eyes flickering before quickly turning to confusion.

"It seems you've already figured it out," Dumbledore said with a smile. "In our existing knowledge and experience, when we think of the core of a staff, don't we all think of something thin and long, like a feather, that can be easily clipped into the middle of the staff?"

"That's right." Professor McGonagall nodded subconsciously.

"That's precisely the most interesting part." Dumbledore walked to the window. "I also studied wand science for a while. I wouldn't call myself an expert, but I was at least at the level of an apprentice."

"In my opinion, a single brain nerve is not enough to cause a wand to undergo any extraordinary changes; it would most likely remain the same as a normal wand... But if it is a complete brain, then that's a different story. This involves the metamorphosis theory in alchemy regarding the integrity and complexity of magical mediums."

"Wait, it might not be a complete brain either. After all, a five-legged monster should be able to control five types of magic at the same time, but you only saw three."

"Oh, I see. He must have bought the cane core from Knockdown Lane, where the stuff they sell isn't always complete."

"Wait a moment, Albus." Seeing Dumbledore getting more and more excited and his eyes getting brighter, Professor McGonagall quickly stopped him: "But... how did he do that, Sirius?"

"Minerva, I don't know everything either," Dumbledore shook his head. "Wand science is a profound subject, as ancient and mysterious as magic itself. Perhaps only Siron himself can answer your question."

Professor McGonagall remained silent.

Of course, she wouldn't proactively ask students such questions.

A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall prepared to leave.

Although many questions remain unanswered, it wasn't entirely without gains.

Dumbledore should know about Sheron, and that's enough.

"Wait, Minerva," Dumbledore suddenly called to her, "Can I ask you for a favor?"

"Of course," Professor McGonagall said without hesitation, then turned and asked, "What is it?"

"Well..." Dumbledore suddenly became a little hesitant, "If Siren really does create your hair wand, could you please let me know?"

"Hmm?" McGonagall.

"I'm curious," Dumbledore said thoughtfully, stroking his beard. "Perhaps I could ask him to make one for me too."

"Excuse my bluntness, Albus..." Professor McGonagall stared at him, "I don't think you need a wand that's as easy to use as your own arm and can do whatever you want."

"Thank you for the compliment, Minerva." Dumbledore blushed slightly. "I was just curious, and my wand right now... well, it's a bit too capricious at times."

Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore for a while, seemingly trying to determine if he was joking.

Moreover, in her memory, it seemed like she hadn't seen Dumbledore with a wand for a long time, and she even wondered if Dumbledore really needed such a thing as a wand.

After hesitating for a moment, she nodded and agreed.

"Okay, if that day ever comes, I will."

She didn't speak too definitively, remaining skeptical about the possibility of using hair as a core.