Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 85 Conflict

That afternoon, Xilun finished queuing three hours early, but still generously gave everyone five Xikes.

Anyway, at this point the team is probably all our own people, so there's no point in continuing.

Once the number of people had decreased, the remaining work could be handed over to Grandfather Garrick for help. As for Siron, he left the wand shop and went to the main street of Diagon Alley.

The book signing at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore is still ongoing, with a large crowd still gathered at the entrance, and they are all genuine customers.

"Young Harry came to Flourish and Blotts today, only wanting to buy my autobiography..." As Sirius passed by the door, he happened to hear Lockhart's smug voice coming from inside.

"I'm willing to give him this book for free... including a precious, pure gold wand charm of mine..."

The crowd applauded and cheered, praising Lockhart for his generosity.

Xilun, who was outside the door, also clapped.

Lockhart was indeed generous; the custom gold stickers and regular stickers together earned Siron over a hundred gallons. He was still quite willing to be part of the atmosphere team.

While clapping, Xilun observed the situation in the store.

Harry is posing for a photo with Lockhart, while staff from the Daily Prophet are taking pictures. In the distance, two people with identical platinum blonde hair have just entered the bookstore.

Draco Malfoy's face instantly darkened as he looked at Harry in the middle of the crowd.

It seems he arrived just in time.

Xilun breathed a sigh of relief.

When he saw Ginny Weasley in the store earlier, he suddenly realized that something very important was going to happen today.

Voldemort's first Horcrux, that crucial diary, will be brought to Diagon Alley by Lucius Malfoy today.

Xilun is the author of Okinawa's diary.

He didn't care about any encyclopedia of spells that could answer every question; the things he wanted to know, Tom Riddle couldn't answer either.

For example, how to make a wand that surpasses the Elder Wand, or how to make a directional wand...

Does Tom Riddle know these things?

He definitely doesn't know.

Of course, Siron didn't care; what he cared about was Voldemort's soul in the diary.

That contains half of Voldemort's soul; in terms of both quality and size, it's incomparable to the little bit that the unicorn tore off.

Xilun has already made plans.

Before the start of the school year, have the unicorn divide as much of the soul in the diary as possible, keeping half as a spare and using the other half to find other suitable materials for the staff.

Siren wanted to know whether the reason for the disposable wands was the core or the wand itself.

If it's a cane core, will choosing different cane shafts cause any changes?

After all, Voldemort was known as the Dark Lord and almost overturned the British magical world. It's impossible that he only had Avada Kedavra as a deadly spell; it's just that this spell was the simplest and most convenient to use.

With a dozen or twenty different two-inch wands at the time, even if Voldemort really came back to life, he might not be able to do anything to him.

With these thoughts in mind, Xilun squeezed his way into Flourish and Blotts bookstore.

What happened next was exactly as he expected: Draco Malfoy deliberately caused trouble for Harry and Ron, and the atmosphere became tense.

Then the adults from both sides took to the stage, and the tension on the scene reached its peak.

However, the two families are sworn enemies, and almost every time they meet, they will make sarcastic remarks to each other, and neither of them can gain the upper hand verbally.

So Lucius took a different approach, targeting Hermione's parents and attempting to belittle the Weasleys by using their Muggle status. However, the genuine contempt and disdain he displayed made even Sheryl frown, and the arrogance of purebloods was on full display in Malfoy.

"Look at the friends you've made, Weasley... I thought your family had sunk to the very bottom."

"So you're mocking William I?" Siren couldn't help but ask, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

Most people found it baffling and didn't understand why Sir Ren suddenly mentioned William I.

Lucius was also looking at Xiren, but unlike the others, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"What did you say?"

"William I, don't you know?" Siren shrugged.

"Oh, perhaps you know one of his Muggle friends... no, more like his Muggle subordinate, who happens to share the same last name..."

"shut up!"

Suddenly, Lucius burst into a hysterical scream, the piercing shriek drowning out Xilun's words. Before people could recover, he pounced on Xilun like a madman.

"How dare you, how dare you...!"

At this moment, he completely shattered the carefully maintained mask of a pure-blooded nobleman. Elegance and dignity were gone. His platinum blonde hair hung messily over his forehead, and his pale face was contorted with rage.

Even Draco Malfoy, who was standing next to him, was startled, not understanding why his father was suddenly so angry.

But before Lucius could even get close to Xiren, another person pounced on him.

Arthur Weasley wanted to take action when Lucius belittled the Grangers, but was interrupted by Sheryl.

The emotions haven't subsided yet, so it's a good time to continue.

Moreover, the reasons were readily available: Lucius Malfoy went mad in the street, attempting to harm the young wizard, and he intervened in time to stop him.

Lucius was attacked, and Draco Malfoy instinctively wanted to take action against Mr. Weasley, and then Ron naturally joined the fray.

Then there's Fred and George, who seem to thrive on chaos, and Harry, who tries to break up the fight but accidentally steps on Malfoy three times.

The entire Flourish and Blotts bookstore instantly descended into chaos.

All of this started simply because Sirren mentioned William I.

However, most people have forgotten about this, and like Mr. Weasley, they all believe that Lucius has suddenly gone mad.

"Don't do this—gentlemen—don't do this—" the shop assistant cried out helplessly as he looked at the bookshelves that had been knocked over.

Then a loud voice drowned out all the other sounds, "Disperse, gentlemen—"

Hagrid strode in, stepping over the books scattered on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he separated the group of people on the ground.

Lucius had a black eye, a cut on his mouth, and his hair was a mess, like a bird's nest.

Draco wasn't much better off, and he had several obvious footprints on him.

In contrast, the Weasleys fared much better; despite having a five-to-two advantage, they were only somewhat disheveled.

"Who are you?!" Lucius asked coldly, staring at Xiren.

"What a coincidence, someone asked me the same question a while ago, and you even know that person." Xiren thought of Voldemort's ghost being gored by a unicorn. Back then, he, like Lucius, angrily asked him his name.

However, at that time, Xilun not only didn't answer, but didn't even look at him.

“Sirlen Ollivander, we’ve met before, but you obviously don’t remember him,” Sirlen said with a smile. “If you have any questions about what I just said, I can provide concrete evidence, such as the 11th-century wizard register.”

"Olivendell..." Lucius's face turned pale and then red, then he ignored Siron and turned his head sharply to look at Arthur Weasley on the other side.

Mr. Weasley stiffened his neck and stared at him. "What do you want?"

Lucius didn't say anything, but picked up a tattered Transfiguration textbook from the ground. It was this book that had just hit him in the eye and bruised him.

He threw the book into the empty cauldron in Ginny's hand as if to vent his anger. Because he used too much force, Ginny lost her grip and the cauldron crashed to the ground.

But Lucius didn't even glance at it.

"This isn't over yet, we'll see!"

He glanced at Siren again, waved to Draco, and rushed out of the store.

The Daily Prophet's staff immediately began crowding outside, eager to know why Malfoy had suddenly gone mad.

Even Hagrid's imposing size and record-breaking power couldn't deter their pursuit of the truth.

"Where are you going? Come back, come back quickly..." Seeing that the front-page headline was about to slip away, Lockhart couldn't sit still any longer. He grabbed the short photographer and dragged him all the way to the door.

The scene became chaotic again.

"Let's get out of here quickly," Hagrid said, frowning. This suggestion was echoed by the others.

"Let me help you." Amid the chaos, Xiren found the cauldron that Ginny had just dropped.

"Thank you," Ginny said politely.

But when she left Flourish and Blotts to retrieve her cauldron, she saw Siren standing motionless at the door and instinctively asked:

"What's wrong with you?"

No one answered.

Xilun held a tattered copy of "Elementary Transformation Guide" in his hand, staring blankly at the empty crucible—there was no diary.

There was nothing inside except for the book "Elementary Metamorphosis Guide".

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