Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 222 Paper
"Call the gods to protect you!"

The narrow screaming shack was quickly enveloped by a cloud of silvery-white mist, and as the mist swirled, it seemed as if something was tumbling and leaping inside.

It was a cat, and both its form and movements were more realistic than when it was in the History of Magic classroom; you could even vaguely see its facial features.

If the Guardian Charm in the classroom only has a score of 40, then this one in front of me has at least a score of 50, and seems like it could become a real Guardian Charm at any moment.

"As expected, to learn the Patronus Charm, one must confront Dementors directly." Siron put away his wand and took out Silverfur, waving it lightly.

A blue unicorn appeared out of nowhere.

It's unclear whether it sensed something, perhaps a Dementor, but when the unicorn stood in the Screaming Shack, it showed a clear look of disgust.

However, it still complied with Siron's request and herded the Dementor hiding in the corner into a box.

"boom!"

Just then, Sirius finally returned from outside. He slammed the door open and saw Sirius struggling to drag a box.

Moreover, there was a black strip of cloth that wasn't completely stuffed inside the box... He was all too familiar with that thing.

The surroundings seemed to suddenly grow cold, and Sirius's legs began to tremble instinctively. He had to grab the back of a chair next to him to stay standing.
"Merlin's beard!" He gasped. "You really captured the Dementors?"

“You’re mistaken,” Xiren patted the box. “Actually, there’s a Boggart inside.”

“Nonsense, that’s definitely a Dementor!” Sirius asserted.

His legs were shaking so badly he could barely stand; this deep-seated fear only appeared when he was near a Dementor.

"Okay, so this is a Dementor."

"You killed it?"

“Now is not the time.” Sirens shook his head. “Catching a Dementor is not difficult, but it is a bit troublesome if you do it without alerting the Ministry of Magic. You can’t keep showing up in Hogsmeade.”

"So, I plan to use it to learn the Guardian Charm first."

Upon hearing that the Dementors were still alive, Sirius Black immediately pulled back the step he had just taken, staring at Sirius with a look of terror on his face.

"Merlin's Beard, don't tell me you're planning to put this monstrosity in the Screaming Shack!"

Even just thinking about this possibility made Sirius feel weak in the knees, and he couldn't help but recall the days he spent living with Dementors in Azkaban.

Memories flooded back, and he uncontrollably slumped into a chair beside him.

If that's the case, he'll have to prepare to move to another place.

Even if he had to sleep in the Forbidden Forest and endure the elements, he would never again share a room with a Dementor!

“This isn’t necessary.” Xiren dragged the box, found a suitable angle, and tried to stuff it into the shapeshifting lizard skin bag.

It's a bit cramped... but that's normal, since it's just a primitive, unalchemy-processed lizard skin bag with limited internal space.

Siren moved some more things out, barely managing to stuff the box inside before leaving the screaming shed.

By this time, it was completely dark, and moonlight pierced through the thick clouds, casting flickering shadows on the castle.

There must have been a curfew in the castle, but luckily, Siren had the Marauder's Map, so it was easy to evade Filch and the professors patrolling the castle, and we made our way back to the Gryffindor Tower without any major incidents.

Harry was already in the common room when he saw Sherren come in. He seemed about to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, he changed his words and said, "Professor McGonagall came looking for you earlier. I told her you were in the library. Don't let that slip."

“Professor McGonagall?” “Yes.” Ron nodded. “Luckily, she arrived an hour ago, before curfew.”

Siren thought for a moment and realized that he should still be in the Screaming Shack, building a bond with the Dementors.

Just like Ron said, thankfully there was no curfew back then.

"I understand, thank you." Xilen nodded. "Did she say she wanted to see me about something?"

“No.” Ron shook his head. “But she said there’s no rush. You can go see her again when you go to class tomorrow.”

"That's good." Xilun nodded. Since it wasn't urgent, it probably wasn't anything important.

“There’s one more thing.” Harry seemed to have suddenly remembered something. “Next time you see Professor McGonagall, could you ask her when she’ll return the Firebolt to me?”

"Our match against Hufflepuff is coming up soon, and we absolutely cannot lose this one. That broom is really important."

He didn't stay in the common room for long before returning to his dormitory.

Practicing the Patronus Charm is a test of mental strength. In addition, although Siron has ways to control Dementors, facing such dark creatures for a long time, especially in the small Screaming Shack, one's happy memories will inevitably be sucked away with every breath.

Xilen felt dizzy and lightheaded. He had originally wanted to discuss some things with Fred and George, but he was too tired to do so. He lay down on the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

……

The next day, after the morning Transfiguration class, Siron found Professor McGonagall.

“It’s nothing particularly important, but I think you can give it a try,” Professor McGonagall said. “You’re probably familiar with ‘Transfiguration Today.’”

“Of course, I’ve already subscribed to the magazine,” Celen said.

When he was learning Animagus Transfiguration last year, Professor McGonagall helped him find many useful papers, most of which came from the academic journal Transfiguration Today.

“I think you could write a paper and try for the Most Promising Newcomer Award in Transfiguration Today,” Professor McGonagall said. “It’s the most prestigious award in Transfiguration right now, and both Principal Dumbledore and I have received it.”

"And this honor will be very helpful after you graduate..."

However, Professor McGonagall paused abruptly at this point. She had just remembered Siron's full name—Siron Ollivander.

The honors and certificates that others pursue seem to be of no use to Ollivander.

“Of course, I’m just making a suggestion,” Professor McGonagall said again. “Papers for academic journals take up a lot of time, and third-year courses are demanding. If you’re not willing to do that, I can understand.”

“No, Professor, I would be very willing to fight for this honor,” Celen said.

He initially didn't want to write any academic papers, but he quickly changed his mind.

“That’s great!” Professor McGonagall said happily. “Although I can’t help you with the content of your paper, I can recommend a few good topics if needed. You can find the content in the library.”

“Thank you, Professor McGonagall, but I’ve already thought of a topic,” Celen said.

"Have you thought it through?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise. "Would you mind telling me? What's your thesis title?"

“In fact, there are several students in sixth and seventh grade who want to compete for the Most Promising Newcomer Award. I am worried that your essays may be repetitive, and they have been preparing for them for six months.”

“I want to write a paper about the effects of wands on transfiguration,” Siron said. “Their papers certainly don’t include wands, do they?”

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(End of this chapter)