Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 180 Fred's Amazing Discovery
Thanks to Harry's active promotion, the news that Sherren could make wands from wizards' hair began to spread like wildfire throughout Hogwarts.

Many people are very interested in this. No matter when he is in class or at any other time, Xilun is always surrounded by people, and the chattering noises are annoying to him.

Ron was incredibly envious, but Harry understood how Siren felt and found him one morning.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect…” Harry said somewhat embarrassedly, “It was just that Dean Thomas noticed that my wand was a different color that day, so I told him, and I didn’t expect everyone to know so quickly.”

“It’s okay… or rather, you don’t need to apologize at all.” Xiren waved his hand and said, “I should thank you for helping me promote it, after all, I’ve already earned more than a hundred gallons in the past two days.”

“Oh, so many?” Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"It's alright," Xilun shrugged.

Actually, not many people actually ask him to customize wands.

Since the price in Siren is nine Galleons per wand, which is not exactly cheap, many people only have ten Galleons as their allowance for the entire school year. They certainly wouldn't take all that money to buy a spare wand, even if it sounds very meaningful.

"Most people are just curious and joining in the fun. I'm not really that busy, it's just that there are always people around me asking all sorts of questions and talking non-stop, which is a bit annoying."

“That’s really annoying.” Harry nodded in agreement.

After breakfast, the group headed to the underground classroom. It was Thursday, and they had two consecutive potions classes in the morning.

Xilun originally thought they would continue with the previous lesson and continue brewing the wolfsbane potion.

But when he arrived at the underground classroom, he only saw his ordinary pewter crucible, not the pure silver one.

"Today we're brewing shrinking potions," Snape said, as if he had completely forgotten about the last time.

“Professor!” Hermione immediately raised her hand. “We haven’t finished brewing the wolfsbane potion we made last time.”

"Tsk, so I did teach you how to use Wolfsbane?" Snape's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Clearly, I had too high expectations for your empty potion-making talents... and they all failed, including you, Miss Know-It-All."

"So do you understand now? This lesson we'll learn about the shrinking potion. By the way, five points deducted from Gryffindor. You should wait until I call your name before answering the question."

Hermione stood there, her face flushed red. Ron and Harry had to practically pull her back to her seat.

“Snape would love for you to go against him,” Ron said. “That way he’ll have even more reason to deduct points from Gryffindor.”

“Of course I know,” Hermione said, trying to keep her voice down. “But we succeeded. The pearly white potion, emitting a silvery mist, was exactly the same as the standard answer.”

“It could also be a problem with the raw materials,” Siren said. “If those wolfsbane flowers weren’t picked on a full moon night using pure silver tools, it would also cause the potion to fail.”

“But we’re using materials provided by Snape,” Hermione said.

“Maybe that’s the reason.” Harry seemed to have thought of something. “He did it on purpose, to find a reason to deduct points from us.”

Xiren remained silent as they chatted.

First of all, Snape did it on purpose, but the reason was definitely not to lose points. If he really wanted to, he could have found hundreds of reasons at any time. Why would he need to spend so much money?

Even the lowest quality wolfsbane isn't exactly cheap.

As Snape stepped down from the podium and began to patrol the aisle, Harry and his two friends immediately quieted down and began to process the materials they would need.

Compared to the wolfsbane potion, the shrinking potion is much simpler to make.

First, cut the daisy roots into even small pieces, put them in water, and rotate them counterclockwise three times. Then add the peeled, wrinkled figs. Let it sit for half an hour, and finally add the sliced ​​caterpillars.

This step is probably the most difficult because they need to cut a whole pheromone caterpillar into small pieces as thick as parchment.

For many people, this step requires a bit of extra courage.

But for Harry and Ron, this was a piece of cake. After their detention in the underground classroom last year, they could easily have easily chopped up the Fellowship of the Firenze with a smile, and even thoughtfully asked Hermione if she needed any help. However, Hermione chopped the caterpillar faster than both of them, and even had time to give extra guidance to Neville, who had been singled out by Snape.

Snape threatened to give Neville's toad a drop of his own homemade shrinking potion when get out of class ended.

If Neville were to rely on his own abilities, that little toad named Rafer would be doomed; they would have to ask Hermione for help.

Hermione did not disappoint him.

When get out of class ended, Ralph, who had drunk the potion, turned into a tadpole with a "poof" sound and wriggled in Snape's palm.

Siren didn't understand why the shrinking potion could turn a toad into a tadpole, but that was the correct effect, and the Gryffindor students cheered.

Snape seemed very unhappy and deducted five more points from Gryffindor because Neville had not completed the task independently.

But nobody cared; everyone was already used to it. It would be strange if Snape didn't deduct points from their lessons one day.

After everyone left the underground classroom, Ron thought Hermione shouldn't be so honest and should have just said that Neville did it himself.

He talked for a long time but no one responded. When he turned around, he found that Hermione had suddenly disappeared.

After a while, once everyone had returned to the foyer, Hermione came upstairs, panting, clutching her schoolbag in one hand and stuffing her robe into a bag with the other.

"When did she run behind us?"

“I don’t know.” Harry shook his head, looking to the other side.

That was Xilun. As soon as he returned to the foyer, he was surrounded by a group of people.

At first, Siron was startled and instinctively gripped his wand. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he realized these people were actually there to buy wands.

“You should thank Professor McGonagall,” Fred explained during dinner. “When she was teaching us today, she casually complimented the wand you made, saying it was the most comfortable one she had ever used.”

“So everyone was tempted.” George spread a piece of butter on his bread. “And this is the best opportunity; if we wait any longer, most people might not be able to provide the materials needed for the cane core.”

"Why?" Harry didn't understand. "It's just hair."

“Listen to what you’re saying, just hair?!” Fred couldn’t help but raise his voice.

"If Dad heard this, he would be very sad."

Harry couldn't help but think of Mr. Weasley... he did seem to have very little hair, and he was starting to go bald.

“Speaking of which,” Fred suddenly looked at Harry’s head, his gaze lingering on the back of his skull, “is it just my imagination? I have a feeling you’re a bit…”

Harry instantly sat up straight, nervously rubbing his head frantically.

"Stop teasing him." Celen calmly patted Fred on the shoulder. "Harry is only thirteen, how could he possibly be balding?"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Siren's words.

Was it another Weasley brothers prank? That's great!

Fred, on the other side, clicked his tongue. Actually, he wasn't joking this time; Harry's hair really was thinning.

But Siren wasn't wrong either; Harry is only thirteen, so he certainly won't go bald like his father.

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(End of this chapter)