Silvan felt like he was being mocked.
He wasn't particularly good at flying, but what was wrong with that? Wasn't that perfectly normal? After all, even Hogwarts didn't allow first-year students to try out for the Quidditch teams. He was already far better than most children his age.
At least he wouldn't suddenly slip off his broom.
"If I remember correctly, dragon bloodwood isn't suitable for making wands, is it?" Charlie awkwardly looked away.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because most of the people who come to buy dragon bloodwood are alchemists, followed by potioneers and magizoologists," Charlie said. "Anyway, since I got here, I've never seen Mr. Ollivander come looking specifically for dragon bloodwood. The same goes for Mr. Gregorovitch."
Gregorovitch was also a renowned wandmaker, though he was more famous in Eastern Europe and mainly supplied wands to Durmstrang students.
Beauxbatons in France also had a wandmaker they worked with, named Cosme Acajor. He was the oldest of Europe's three wandmakers, but his reputation was far behind that of the other two.
In the wandmaking business, reputation did not entirely equal skill, but they were related to some extent.
Just like how Charlie had mentioned two people earlier while pointedly leaving out the third.
There was also the Delacour Family in France. A few years ago, when they wanted to make a wand with Veela hair, they had gone directly to Garrick Ollivander rather than choosing the closer Acajor.
"Wait..." Silvan suddenly noticed something interesting. "Charlie, you said people come to buy dragon bloodwood? Can this stuff be bought freely?"
"If it's just dragon bloodwood, then yes." Charlie explained quietly, "The sanctuary's expenses are enormous, and subsidies from the various Ministries of Magic keep shrinking. We don't even have enough food for the dragons, so we have to