Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 148 Changes in the Soul Weapon Codex

"Except your weapons!"

"Whoosh..."

"Bang!" A flash of red light, and Harry fell to the ground in a sorry state, his face making intimate contact with the ground.

The fall was quite hard, and Harry was completely stunned. He tried several times before he finally staggered to his feet again.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Cyril walked over from the other side, picked up Harry's glasses that had fallen to the ground, and pointed them at him with his wand.

"Restored as new."

The cracks on the glasses disappeared instantly.

"Thank you." Harry took the glasses and put them back on.

"Please don't say that." Xilun shook his head. "How are you? Are you alright?"

"Ouch...no, it's nothing," Harry said, rubbing his thigh. "But why do I feel like the magic rebounding from your book is more powerful?"

"The power has increased... Are you sure?" Siren asked, sounding slightly nervous.

“I’m sure.” Harry nodded after a moment’s thought and said, “Actually, I was prepared and confident that I could dodge the rebounding magic. But it suddenly became much faster, and I didn’t have time to react at all.”

“And…” Harry glanced at where he had been standing, then at the wall behind him, “I didn’t fly this far last time I practiced with you.”

Harry felt that if the last Disarming Charm's effect was that someone took his wand from him, then this time it was like they just brute forcefully snatched it away, and even kicked him along the way.

It really hurts... He rubbed his thigh again.

Seeing his expression, Xilun tried hard to keep his mouth shut so he wouldn't burst out laughing.

Perhaps because the fusion time was too short, Riddle did not disappear along with the basilisk's death, but a part of him remained... that is, the misty thing around the basilisk.

No, after merging with the basilisk's body, that thing was no longer Riddle's soul, but rather a different kind of Horcrux.

Xilun simply tried it out and easily incorporated it into the Horcrux Codex.

Everything else remains the same, but the number of available blank pages has increased to fifteen, meaning that Xilun can now store or resist fifteen types of magic.

This was already a huge surprise, but unexpectedly, the power of the spell also increased.

He had just felt that his magic power was being used up strangely, but he thought it was just his imagination. He never expected it was because of this.

The question is, how significant will this change be?

Xiren quickly calmed down. He wondered whether the intensity of the spells cast through the Horcruxes depended on his own magic power, or whether they were simply returning the opponent's spells intact... If it was the latter, was there an upper limit?

Siron glanced at Harry instinctively.

Verifying this isn't difficult; all Harry needs to do is help him fall a few more times.

However, seeing Harry grimacing and rubbing his thigh, Celen was too embarrassed to ask.

"Thank you for your hard work, Harry." Siren walked over and took out a delicate little box. "Consider this my thank-you gift."

"Oh, no, no," Harry quickly waved his hand. "You already reminded me; I wasn't paying attention and that's why I fell. Besides, we're friends; it's just a favor. How can I accept your gift? No way!"

Harry's attitude was very firm.

Seeing his sincere expression, Xilun became even more embarrassed to speak.

To be fair, although Harry is reckless, impulsive, easily fooled, brainless, and prone to overthinking, he is still a very good friend and will really stand up for them when needed.

In contrast, Sheryl, who wanted Harry to fall a few more times, was a bit less "Gryffindor".

"It's nothing valuable, just a set of wand maintenance tools. I've been wanting to give it to you for a while now," Siren said, then took out two more boxes.

"I just remembered, could you please deliver this to Ron and Hermione for me?"

Harry accepted the money only after hearing that the other two people also received a share.

He opened it and took a look. Inside was a thick black velvet cloth, a wand wax, and a bottle of golden, oil-like substance.

"Thank you, Siron."

"You're welcome."

After giving out three gifts, Celeste suddenly felt like she'd become a Gryffindor again. Oh, wait!

Siren paused for a moment. Why would he want to become a "Gryffindor"?

Watching Harry limp away, Siron shook his head and closed the dormitory door.

……

The next day, the exam began.

The Wizarding Exams Authority arrived at the castle, led by a witch who looked very old, seemingly older than Dumbledore.

In the morning, Xilun sat in the stuffy classroom. Exam papers and anti-cheating quills, which had been enchanted, were already laid out on the table. A balding old wizard stood solemnly in front of him, scanning everyone's every move.

Xilun thought he was really overdoing it. It was just a second-year student's exam, not OWL or NEWT. Who would cheat...?

Before he could finish the thought, Siron saw the old wizard suddenly reach out and forcefully point his wand at a Ravenclaw witch on his left.

A huge butterfly hair clip on her head immediately came to life, flew into the old wizard's hand, and then the butterfly turned into a piece of parchment covered with writing.

"Zero points, Miss Serwyn," the old wizard said mercilessly. "You should be glad this isn't NEWT's exam hall, or you'd probably be expelled the day before graduation!"

The witch named Serwyn covered her face and ran out of the classroom.

There really was someone cheating, and it was even a Ravenclaw.

If it were a student from one of the other three houses, it would be understandable to be caught cheating, but Ravenclaw... are there really any of the brightest students who can't pass the exam?
Even more remarkably, after the exam, Harry told Siren in the Great Hall that a student in their classroom had also been caught cheating, Viola Thorne, who was also a Ravenclaw.

He transformed the parchment into a super bubble gum and successfully fooled the examinee. Later, a witch named Marchbank caught him while inspecting the examination hall.

Machiban is the witch who is older than Dumbledore; her full name is Griselda Machiban. She is in charge of all the Hogwarts exams, including those for OWL and NEWT.
Two students were caught cheating in the second year, both from Ravenclaw. Professor Flitwick didn't even dare to come to the Great Hall for lunch.

But what are they after?

Siren couldn't understand it. Even if they were running for Minister of Magic, no one would vote against them because of their poor grades in their second year.

“It seems you put too much pressure on them,” Percy said to Hermione while eating his baked potato. “You were first in your class last year, and I heard the Ravenclaws were very unhappy about it. They probably think that only Ravenclaws can be first in their class.”

“I didn’t cheat,” Hermione said.

“Of course you don’t,” Percy said. “That’s just how they are. They always think they’re a cut above the rest of the houses. A lot of Ravenclaw students have stopped talking to me because I’m first in my year.”

“Oh, Percy, I had no idea you didn’t tell me.” Fred exclaimed, his mouth agape in surprise. “You’re number one in the grade.”

“And it’s been number one for six years in a row.” George quickly followed up.

"That's amazing!"

The two of them flattered Percy in a back-and-forth manner, but their expressions were exaggerated, and each sentence was drawn out with a long, drawn-out tone.

“You two…” Percy’s face flushed slightly.

"What?" Fred raised an eyebrow, adopting Percy's affected tone, "Gryffindor lost five points because you flattered the prefect?"

“Go ahead and deduct the points,” George said nonchalantly, taking a sip of his pumpkin soda. “Silon gave us two hundred points, after all.”

“And then there’s Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s 150 points,” Fred added. “You could deduct points all day long, it doesn’t matter.”

Percy was so angry he couldn't speak. After a long pause, he finally managed to say, "I'll tell Mom."

"Whatever you want." Fred thought about the test paper from that morning.

He felt it was alright; he should be able to get a decent score this time, and his mother probably wouldn't be too angry, so there wouldn't be any problem.

"But I'm curious, how do you know they're not talking to you because of your grades?" George smiled, looking at the badge on his chest.

“Of course, of course someone told me.” Percy’s face turned even redder. Especially his ears, which were almost the same color as his hair.

“They probably just don’t know how to talk to ‘dumbs’,” Fred chuckled.

At some point, the word on Prefect Percy's badge changed back to "Stupid."

But Percy acted as if he hadn't noticed anything, ate a few more rounds of bread, and then hurriedly left the auditorium.

……

(End of this chapter)