Wand Core Supplier

From morning to noon, and then to the afternoon.

By the time Silvan looked up again, eight hours had already passed.

He had spent a full eight hours repairing this thing, which was even more exhausting than carving a new set from scratch.

Fortunately, the result was quite good.

The wand, which had been split into three pieces, was now whole again, and those spiderweb-like cracks had all vanished.

During this process, the Repairing Charm already present in the wand had played a significant role, greatly increasing Silvan's efficiency.

"Is it fixed?" Hagrid asked nervously.

He had been standing there the entire time Silvan was working, without moving an inch.

"Almost." Silvan took out a long-necked bottle filled with a green liquid and placed the wand inside.

"The Revival Potion will encourage the wand body to undergo secondary growth, allowing the broken parts to heal. Combined with the original Repairing Charm, your wand should be as good as new in about a week."

"Really?" Hagrid's eyes lit up as he carefully took the bottle Silvan handed him.

"Of course," Silvan said. "If you need to use your wand, you can; it won't affect the process. Just make sure to put it back in here afterward."

"That's wonderful, I don't even know how to thank you..."

"That's simple. Just help me bring back some materials related to magical creatures from the Forbidden Forest," Silvan said with a smile, not hiding his intentions.

He had been thinking about this for a few years, but he simply hadn't had the opportunity to see Hagrid.

"That's no problem at all." Hagrid agreed almost without hesitation. After scrambling around in a panic, he found a dirty cushion.

"How about this?"

Hmm... a cushion woven from unicorn hair.

"Forget the unicorn hair." Silvan shook his head and didn't take it.

His grandfather, the Ollivander Family, had already verified that the best unicorn wand core was the complete tail hair. Although Silvan possessed the ability to twist other parts into wand cores, there was no need to do so.

They were all the same magical creature; if the tail hair was a perfect one-hundred-point core material, then other parts would only reach seventy, or even fifty points, even if twisted into a core.

Why waste time making an inferior product when a perfect one was available?

Unless Hagrid could get his hands on a unicorn's heart... but even an Ollivander couldn't obtain that. Unicorns would merge into the earth within a very short time after death, so he didn't hold out any hope for that.

Afterward, Silvan told Hagrid his requirements.

Except for the unicorn, for which he only wanted tail hair, anything else would do—carapaces, scales, fur, teeth. His main strategy was to take whatever he could get; it would be even better if it were from a dead magical creature.

Hagrid hesitated for a long time regarding this request.

"This is wand-making," Silvan said softly. "My grandfather spent ten years finding the three cores that suited him best: unicorn, phoenix, and dragon."

"At the same time, this is a process I must repeat. I, too, must find the wand cores that belong to me."

"But hasn't Mr. Ollivander already found them?" Hagrid asked, puzzled. "Can't you just use those cores?"

"I could, but if I did, I would never become the top wandmaker."

"Why?"

"Because I am not my grandfather," Silvan said. "Let's put it this way: in the last century, when my great-grandmother ran the wand shop, wizards' cores were usually Thunderbird feathers, Manticore stingers, and Kelpie mane hair."

"Things like that can make wands?" Hagrid asked.

"Of course they can," Silvan said. "Kelpie mane hair makes the best Transfiguration wands, and Manticore stingers are twice as effective when casting Dark Magic. But my grandfather didn't like them; he always felt that Kelpie mane hair had a seaweed smell."

Hagrid listened with great interest, never expecting the Ollivander Family to have such an anecdote.

He had always assumed that the thousands of wands in the Diagon Alley shop and their manufacturing methods were passed down through the generations.

"So you want to find your own cores, too?" Hagrid began to understand.

"You could say that." Silvan nodded hesitantly.

His situation was different; he couldn't be considered a traditional wandmaker.

After all, neither his grandfather, his great-grandmother, nor anyone else ten centuries up the family tree had ever been able to stuff a toad's tongue into a wand.

Therefore, he had more possibilities to explore and had to start preparing as early as possible.

The Hogwarts Forbidden Forest was a good choice, and with Hagrid's help, he wouldn't have to worry about encountering danger. It was killing two birds with one stone.

In the evening, Silvan left Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid had agreed to his request and also promised to help him find a Bowtruckle nest.

After all, now that he had the cores, the wand wood couldn't be neglected. These things were nothing to Hagrid; he could easily take care of them while patrolling the Forbidden Forest.

However, Hagrid repeatedly warned Silvan that he must not sneak into the Forbidden Forest on his own, or he wouldn't help him anymore.

Silvan naturally agreed without hesitation.

He was only a first-year; he would have to be tired of living to want to go into the Forbidden Forest alone. Having Hagrid's help was the safest route.

By the time Silvan returned to the castle, it was just in time for dinner.

Since it was the first weekend after school started, the Great Hall was bustling. Even Dumbledore was there, sitting at the staff table and chatting happily with Snape next to him.

To the left were Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and the Herbology professor, Sprout.

"Hey, Silvan..."

Harry started waving from far away. "Where have you been? We've been looking for you all day."

"I was at Hagrid's," Silvan said. "Remember? I had to help him fix something."

"Hagrid..." Harry's tone paused, and he subconsciously looked at Ron next to him.

Coincidentally, Ron was looking at him too.

But once their eyes met, they both looked away in unison.

It was said that these two couldn't keep a secret at all; the way they were acting now, even Neville could tell something was wrong.

However, since Harry didn't say anything, Silvan didn't ask.

He wasn't concerned with the curiosity the Savior felt after entering the magical world; he had more important things to do.

Dinner was much richer than usual, with corn chowder and large pieces of pan-seared steak, and the taste was quite good.

Next to him, Harry and Ron were discussing Malfoy from Slytherin. Silvan caught a few words; it seemed they had run into each other in the corridor that morning and had a bit of a verbal conflict.

Ron asked for Silvan's opinion, but Silvan said nothing.

In fact, after he was sorted into Gryffindor, Malfoy's enthusiasm for him had dropped rapidly, and they hadn't even spoken since.

The only thing was, he didn't know why Malfoy still hadn't asked for his deposit back—the deposit he had used on the boat to buy the color-changing spray.

It was about thirty Galleons.

He neither canceled the order nor paid the balance, as if he had forgotten all about it.

But he wasn't in a hurry, so Silvan was even less so.