Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 169 The Ghost's Wish

Harry and his friends decided to visit Hagrid to congratulate him on becoming the new professor, and Siren went along with them.

He was equally pleased that Hagrid could become the professor of the Department of Protecting Magical Creatures.

Hagrid got a little too emotional; he buried his face in his napkin and started sobbing halfway through his sentence, so Professor McGonagall sent the three of them away.

Yes, three, excluding Xilun.

“Come with me, I have something else to discuss with you,” she said to Xilen.

Harry and his friends were initially quite curious, but as soon as Professor McGonagall frowned, they immediately ran away without looking back.

Hearn thought that Professor McGonagall had finally remembered to tell him about registering with the Ministry of Magic, and followed her to her office with a heavy heart.

But he soon realized he was wrong. Professor McGonagall still didn't mention the Ministry of Magic, but instead gave Siron a few new copies of the "Transfiguration Today" magazine.

“These are some tricks for using Animagus transformations,” Professor McGonagall said, pointing to some articles written in the gaps and corners of the magazine.

This includes how to simplify spells in the shortest amount of time, how to control the position of the wand after transformation, and how to control the magic power in the body while in animal form.

Xilun glanced at it and saw that the contents were exactly what he needed, and were very detailed.

The only problem is that they're all in very remote locations, on the worst sections of the page, and you might not even see them if you don't look carefully.

"Why publish such a good article in a place like this?" Xilun pried open the magazine and couldn't help but say, "If you ask me, this kind of valuable information should be printed on the front page."

“That’s just your opinion,” Professor McGonagall laughed. “How many wizards do you think can learn Animagus transformation? Maybe a dozen or so. For most wizards, this knowledge is completely useless and will naturally be relegated to the back burner.”

Xilun thought about it and realized that it was indeed true.

This information is only useful to those who have learned Animagus transformation, and in the British magical community, there are only about a dozen registered and illegal Animagus.

In other words, "Today's Metamorphosis" is a legitimate academic journal; if it were "The Daily Prophet," these articles might not even be published.

Xilun asked Professor McGonagall for a quill pen and circled all the articles with marks, intending to take them back and study them carefully.

"Goodbye, Professor McGonagall?"

“Wait a minute,” Professor McGonagall called out to him. “Wait a little longer, there’s someone else coming soon, and he insists on coming…”

As they were talking, the office door was pushed open, and Dumbledore walked in from outside.

A hint of fatigue lingered between his brows, but it quickly disappeared.

“Is it true?” He looked at Siren. “Mr. Ollivander, you really learned Animagus transformation?”

“Yes, Headmaster.” Celen nodded. “Thanks to Professor McGonagall, she helped me choose the best location and also used the Baffy Brain-Awakening Agent at the crucial moment to bring me back to consciousness.”

When Siron was first transformed into a cat, he experienced sudden, intense pain that caused him to lose consciousness. Professor McGonagall promptly gave him a Buffet to help him regain his senses.

It's a magic potion that can boost focus, mental agility, and keep you clear-headed in a short period of time.

Xilun thus clearly recorded the transformation process, saving a lot of time.

"Oh, I also have to thank the headmaster for helping to lift the castle's restrictions," Siren suddenly remembered something and added.

Hogwarts prohibits Apparition. If Dumbledore hadn't temporarily lifted this restriction, Professor McGonagall wouldn't have been able to bring him to the Astronomy Tower immediately after obtaining the potion in Shiron.

“I only offered a tiny bit of help…” Dumbledore said, looking at Sirius with a flicker in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something but was too embarrassed to say it.

However, Xilun quickly understood.

He took out his wand, pressed it against his heart, and whispered, "Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus!"

In the blink of an eye, Xilun transformed into a small black cat with four snow-white paws.

“Oh, that’s amazing…” Dumbledore’s eyes lit up at that moment, and he murmured to himself, “You are probably the youngest Animagus.”

“He is the youngest in five centuries,” Professor McGonagall said with a cheerful tone. “Some of the information is too old to be verified.”

Dumbledore stood there without saying a word, seemingly lost in thought.

Siren changed back to his original form and glanced at Professor McGonagall.

“Go back to sleep,” Professor McGonagall said. “Remember to keep this a secret and don’t brag about it to anyone, including other professors.”

“Of course, I understand.” Celen nodded and walked out of the office. “Goodbye, Professor McGonagall.”

Goodbye, Headmaster Dumbledore.

……

The moment the door closed, Siron faintly heard Dumbledore's soft sigh coming from inside.

Siren thought that Dumbledore's real purpose this time was to verify whether he had really learned the Animagus transformation.

The chief wizard of the International Wizarding Federation came to check on a young wizard who had learned a new spell... It sounds a bit unreal, but it seems quite reasonable when it happens to Dumbledore.

Who would have thought that the reason why the great Dumbledore couldn't master a certain kind of magic even after decades of trying was because he would spit out leaves while sleeping?

Hey……

Xilun walked happily to the eighth floor and stood in front of the portrait of the fat lady.

The plump woman glanced at him and asked, "Password?"

Xilun was stunned.

He didn't know the password.

The password for the start of the semester is usually given to the prefect first. After the opening banquet, the prefect will lead everyone back to the common room, and then everyone will know the password.

However, Siron was called away by Professor McGonagall and didn't go with the others, so he naturally didn't know what the password was for today.

“You definitely know me, don’t you?” Siren tried to reason with the fat lady. “Besides, I arrived this morning.”

“That’s correct,” the plump woman said. “So, the password?”

"I don't know, the prefect didn't tell me."

“Then you can’t go in,” the fat lady said.

"But you let me in this morning."

"Passwords weren't needed back then, but they are now."

The two remained locked in a stalemate at the doorway.

Fortunately, at that moment, a milky white, semi-transparent head popped out from the wall.

Nick, who was almost headless, leaned out halfway and said, "I checked for you, the password is 'Good Fortune Shines Brightly'!"

Xilun looked at the fat lady, and the fat lady looked at him.

"Alright, good luck."

With a click, the portrait of the fat lady spun open.

Siren walked through the portrait opening and into the common lounge.

“Thanks to you, Nick,” Celen said.

"It was nothing, don't mention it." Nick, who was almost headless, crawled out of the wall.

"If I have the chance, I will definitely find a way to completely remove your head."

"Really?" Nick, who was almost headless, looked at Xilen excitedly, but quickly shook his head.

"Thank you, child, but how could that be... I mean, I'm a ghost."

“Nothing is impossible,” Siren said. “It’s a pity you didn’t learn dark magic when you were alive, otherwise you probably could now.”

"What did you say?" Nick, who was almost headless, felt that he didn't quite understand what Xiren meant by "it's a pity that he didn't learn black magic."

Is this right?
“It’s nothing,” Xiren smiled. “I mean, there’s always a way.”

"Let me lend you some good words."

……

(End of this chapter)