Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 132 Dumbledore's Guarantee

“Your thoughtfulness surprises me, Mr. Ollivander.”

Hogwarts, Great Hall.

Dumbledore looked at Siron before him and said with a smile, "So far, the magic I cast on the bathroom door has not been damaged, so it is still safe."

"As for the deviation of the magical traces you mentioned, I think it must be related to Miss Warren."

Miss Warren, whom Dumbledore refers to, is the Weeping Myrtle; Warren was her original surname.

"Could ghosts also affect the magic on doors?" Siren asked疑惑地.

“That is indeed possible,” Dumbledore said. “Ghosts are a very special kind of existence; they are magical imprints left behind by wizards after their death, and of course, they can also affect magic.”

"However, this effect is negligible, and can only cause the magical traces to shift slightly."

“I understand, Headmaster.” Siren nodded.

He didn't care about the relationship between ghosts and magic, as long as the magic Dumbledore left on the bathroom door was still there, Riddle couldn't get in, and the basilisk couldn't get out.

Heron returned to the long table in Gryffindor and sat down.

After observing for a few more days, Lockhart returned to his previous behavior and no longer tried to approach Myrtle's washroom on the second floor.

Meanwhile, Malfoy also returned.

Although Dumbledore knew what he had done, he did not expel him and allowed him to return to school.

After all, he's Dumbledore; this outcome is perfectly normal.

However, Malfoy himself became taciturn and always went with others, never acting alone again.

It probably wasn't to protect himself... Xiren thought to himself.

Fortunately, the other students were unaware of these things and were looking forward to the upcoming Quidditch match.

On Saturday, Gryffindor will face Hufflepuff. If they can win the game with 200 points, they will have the Quidditch championship trophy in hand.

As the competition day drew closer, Oliver Wood once again led everyone into high-intensity training, and his excited voice echoed in the common room every night.

"Our opponent is Hufflepuff, what's the difference between that and handing the championship to us!"

"Don't let them touch the ball!"

"If we still can't win, we might as well break our wands and become gnomes!"

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The pressure on the other players is mounting, especially on Harry…

The Hufflepuff team is weak, but that obviously doesn't include Seeker Cedric, who put a lot of pressure on Harry last year.

What's even more frightening is that he's grown taller this year, and his outstretched arms are much longer than Harry's, giving him an advantage that will allow him to catch the Golden Snitch even faster.

On Saturday morning, Harry sat in the Great Hall, eating his bread bit by bit.

Xilen, who was sitting next to him, ate even less than him. He would normally finish a glass of milk in a few sips, but he took ten minutes to finish it before putting down his utensils.

“Shillon, you seem more nervous than I am,” Harry couldn’t help but ask. “But I remember you didn’t seem to like Quidditch very much.”

“It’s not that I don’t like Quidditch, it’s just that I prefer making wands,” Siron corrected.

Hogwarts has too many Quidditch enthusiasts. If he said he didn't like Quidditch, a whole bunch of people would come over and patiently tell him how exciting the sport is.

For example, Oliver, Fred, and George recently.

So now Celan no longer says he doesn't like Quidditch; when asked, he just says he's too busy to watch the games.

“But how could you tell I was nervous?” Siren asked.

“Because you only drank a glass of milk this morning,” Harry said. “And last night, you only had a little bit of porridge.”

"Well... there's nothing I can do about it," Xilun pursed his lips. "Just think of it as me not being able to eat anything."

Xilun was also suffering. It was the full moon again, and with mandrake leaves in his mouth, he dared not eat much. Milk, pumpkin juice, corn chowder and the like became his staple food for every meal.

For this reason, he even felt a strange sense of relief when he was interrupted the first two times.

However, learning from Animagus is an unavoidable process. Therefore, Xiren now only hopes to succeed on the first try and avoid having to go through the process again.

At 11 a.m., everyone went to the stadium, including Lockhart, who applied to be the referee for the match, but was immediately rejected by Ms. Hodge.

Half a year has passed since the start of the Hogwarts school year. Although a few students are still fooled by Lockhart's sweet talk, the professors have long seen through his superficial nature.

To put it bluntly, he's just a good-for-nothing.

Given his past achievements, including removing Malfoy's leg bone, Ms. Hooch naturally wouldn't allow him to get close to the player again.

She didn't want to see all the players turn into boneless, flesh-colored suits after the game.

Snape also went to watch the game, so Cyren stayed in his dormitory with peace of mind, focusing on improving his spherical wand.

This time it wasn't a toy made by Fred and George. Those things were no challenge for Celen; he could make them easily, so it was difficult for him to concentrate fully.

So, following the wand standard, Xilun crafted an oak ball the size of a golden thief, and officially began making the spherical wand.

It has to be said that this is more troublesome than Xiren had imagined. The wand is not a toy; it must be able to cast magic.

As a result, Xilun had to face a series of problems, such as chaotic magic, delayed spell formation, and inability to control direction.

After all, it's a sphere, unlike a wand which has a defined tip. Spells can come out from anywhere, including the side facing the wizard.

Later, Xilun used runes to build a spell channel, which solved the problem. However, the added runes disrupted the original balance, causing the success rate of spells to drop by 20%.

This is the problem that Xilun is currently addressing.

This complex process quickly made Xilun forget the mandrake in his mouth and immerse himself completely in it.

He didn't even notice that the people watching the game had returned, nor did he know when they had left again.

It wasn't until evening that an intense hunger finally compelled Celen to leave her dormitory and head to the auditorium.

At the dinner table, everyone was still discussing the afternoon's match.

“You really shouldn’t have gotten into a conflict with Slytherin,” Hermione said to Ron. “Professor McGonagall is the referee today, and there’s only Professor Snape in the audience. He’ll definitely side with Slytherin.”

"This isn't our fault. It was the Slytherin who started the rude remarks, and Marcus even tried to interfere with Harry's efforts to catch the Golden Snitch."

Ron said, "In the end, Snape only deducted twenty points from us, as if Slytherin had done nothing wrong. Professor McGonagall really shouldn't have been the referee."

“I’m used to it,” Harry said. “It’s okay, as long as we win this year’s Quidditch Cup, we can get all those points back.”

“I hope so,” Ron said.

“We’re sure we can win,” Harry said confidently. “We’re in first place right now, and we only have one game left between us and Slytherin, who are in second place.”

"But their next opponent is Hufflepuff, and Malfoy is definitely no match for Diggory."

There was one more thing Harry was too embarrassed to say: their next opponent was Ravenclaw, also the bottom-ranked team. They were sure they could win, and maybe even rack up more points.

Xiren, who was listening to their conversation, realized that another conflict had broken out on the field.

But if the two sides are Slytherin and Gryffindor, then it's not surprising. It would be truly incredible if these two houses had absolutely no friction.

Siren sometimes wondered if Voldemort had also spared some of the curse on Defense Against the Dark Arts for Gryffindor and Slytherin when he cursed the class.

Just like the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor changes every year, Gryffindor and Slytherin have never had a moment's peace, with several conflicts erupting every year, and most of the time Gryffindor comes out on the losing end.

After all, Professor McGonagall is a person who cares about his reputation, but other professors may not be so.

Siren slowly sipped his pumpkin juice and porridge, listening to Harry and the others chat beside him.

Their conversation shifted from conflict to competition, and when Harry said the Golden Snitch was too agile, Siren suddenly had an idea.

The Golden Snitch is also a ball, and it can't fly on its own, so someone added a pair of wings to it...

Yes, why couldn't he add a pair of "wings" to his spherical wand?

Xilun jumped up and ran back to the dormitory.

He realized that as long as the magic channel was moved from the inside to the outside, there was no need to worry about disrupting the balance of the staff!
He likes Quidditch!

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(End of this chapter)