Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 302 Warriors of the Triumvirate

Chapter 303 Warriors of the Triwizard Tournament

When the two arrived at the attic, Bill had also brought some leftover scraps from Mrs. Weasley's dinner preparation: potato peels, pork skins, and...

Chicken leg bones, vegetable stalks, and similar items were used to feed the ghouls.

The gluttonous ghost is not picky; it will eat whatever is given to it.

At that moment, Bill seemed to have thought of something interesting and subconsciously asked, "Speaking of which, could ghouls be used to make wand cores?"

"I haven't tried it, but it should be fine." Xiren glanced at the Death Eater again, his gaze first falling on its healing fangs, then moving downwards.

"However, this magical creature, like the Red Hat, belongs to a species with low magical power, and probably only its heart can be used."

"I can try if you need it."

The crunching sounds abruptly stopped. The old ghoul seemed to understand; it stiffly raised its head, which had been enjoying its meal, and looked at Xilen with a look of terror, trying to shrink its body into the corner.

Why would this wizard say such terrible things? It only ate some potato peels.

"Ah, no need, I was just asking out of curiosity, and I'm quite satisfied with my current wand, I have no intention of getting a new one." Bill quickly waved his hand, which helped save the cannibal's heart.

"I see—" Xilun pursed his lips, somewhat disappointed.

Actually, he was quite curious about Bill's question, and it would be good to give it a try.

"And even if I wanted to, Mom wouldn't agree. She's already considered this ghoul a family member," Bill continued.

He seemed to notice the eagerness in Xilun's eyes and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Let's go take a look in the yard. You've probably never seen those goblins before."

Actually, he had already met with Siren that afternoon, but since Bill had said so, he didn't object.

As Bill went downstairs, he also brought up some issues that Siron had mentioned in Egypt.

"About the Sphinx—I've inquired about it for you," he said. "Egypt manages this magical creature very strictly, much like the Hebrides dragons in Britain. They are cared for and raised by designated people, and are never allowed to be sold privately."

"Even selling a single fingernail or a single beard hair is a serious crime, so buying any material related to the Sphinx is practically impossible. Unless—"

Unless it's a Sphinx smuggled elsewhere—Bill didn't say this aloud, but he knew Siron would guess it.

Silen naturally understood Bill's meaning, but he wouldn't even consider such a possibility. Putting aside the possibility of finding the wizard who smuggled the Sphinx, there was no need to.

"What about cooperation?" Siren asked. "Like my grandfather and the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary, all the Dragonheartstring Wands we use now were provided by them."

"Egyptian wizards rarely use wands, Siron." Bill shook his head slightly.

"Alright." Siren sighed softly. Since they didn't use wands, it was unlikely that they could cooperate with wand makers like the Dragon Sanctuary.

The two went to the garden outside.

The goblins who had been thrown out by them in the afternoon had already sneaked back. These dim-witted goblins saw that Siron and Bill were chatting, but they didn't run away. They just stood there and listened.

As expected, they were cleared out again, and this time Charlie joined in, the three of them throwing the goblins even further away.

"Speaking of which, it's not entirely impossible if you really want to try the Sphinx core," Bill suddenly said after tossing all the goblins far away like a roaming ball.

"What method?"

"Not now," Bill said after a moment's hesitation. "It might be a while later, when Hogwarts will have a big event."

"You mean the Triwizard Tournament?" Xiren asked.

"You know?" Bill turned to look at Xilun, then seemed to remember something.

"Oh, by the way, you're an Ollivander, so I'd bet your grandfather was in charge of the warrior's wand inspection, right?"

Xilun shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

"Alright, since you know, I'll just say it directly." Bill subconsciously lowered his voice, "There are rumors that Britain borrowed a Sphinx specifically to prepare for this Triwizard Tournament, and the Egyptian Ministry of Magic has also agreed."

"In the Triwizard Tournament, it's inevitable that magical creatures will get injured. Even if the Egyptian Ministry of Magic finds out, they won't say much, because they've already tacitly accepted that this will happen."

"But this method isn't simple either. First, I have to become a warrior." Xiren pointed to himself. "Do you think I can become a warrior?"

"Don't underestimate yourself, Siron." Charlie walked over and patted him on the shoulder forcefully. "I think you'll be fine. Very few young wizards can remain calm when they see a dragon; you're the first I've ever seen."

"That's because I'm certain the fire dragon can't hurt me," Xilun said irritably.

"I think you're fine too," Bill said with a smile. "Besides, aren't you trying to promote your wand? The Triwizard Tournament champions will definitely be in the spotlight, which will perfectly help you achieve your plan."

"Hehe." Xilunqian chuckled.

Doesn't he want to?

It's just that it's impossible.

Wizards under the age of sixteen are not allowed to participate in the selection of champions in this Triwizard Tournament, and he is not Harry, who has so many people willing to help him.

Wait, speaking of helping...

Xilun suddenly thought of someone.

If he remembered correctly, the Triwizard Tournament was also overseen by the Department of Physical Education and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, right? What was the director's name again? Ludo Bagman?

Maybe-

"Thump!"

A dull thud interrupted Xilun's thoughts.

Looking up again, I saw a blue car plummeting straight down from the sky and landing directly on the ground.

"Dad's back," Bill said with a smile. "I have to go see that Harry Potter."

“Me too,” Charlie said. “Does he really have a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead?”

"That's right." Xilun nodded.

"Charlie, don't stare at people's foreheads, it's impolite," Bill reminded him. "Of course I know that."

As the group walked over, Mr. Weasley also got out of his car, and he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"This is no joke, Fred. I really shouldn't have brought you along."

"Alright, Dad, you've been talking the whole way," Fred said, getting out of the car. "And we didn't feed him on purpose."

"It fell on the ground by accident, so why did he pick it up and eat it? It's not our fault."

"You deliberately dropped it!" Mr. Weasley was even angrier. "You know he's on a diet and will definitely eat—"

"I knew it," Bill said in a low voice. "They've always been like this since they were little. If they're overly enthusiastic, they're definitely up to no good. It seems this time will be no exception."