Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 231 Qilin Horn

"Tom..."

Sirius finally understood why Sirius had come. He blinked and said, "I didn't do anything."

“Why did Tom suddenly disappear?” Siron frowned. “The Forbidden Forest, Hogsmeade, I’ve searched everywhere, but there’s no trace of Tom. Isn’t it because you were worried he would tell me where you were hiding, so you…”

"I swear, I absolutely didn't!"

Sirius interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

With an unprecedentedly serious expression on his face, he said, word by word, "In the name of the plunderers, I absolutely did not do anything to harm Tom."

The Marauders is James Potter, a combination of Sirius Black and Lupin's names, which they came up with themselves.

The name itself suggests a restless and mischievous nature, but for Sirius, it was more important than anything else.

The fact that he could say that is enough to prove that he really didn't do anything to Tom.

“Actually, Tom just went deep into the Forbidden Forest,” Sirius continued. “There Crook Mountain didn’t dare go in, so he had to stay outside, and I asked him for help.”

"Want me to catch that mouse for you?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if it accidentally killed that mouse?"

“That would be perfect.” Sirius sneered. “But that won’t happen. I know Peter. Although he is cowardly, weak, and despicable, he is not stupid.”

"That guy is quite clever; he'll definitely use every advantage he has to protect himself. He'll never be killed by a pet cat."

Xiren subconsciously thought of Ron, who had been protecting Scabbers all along.
“Later I thought I’d get Crookshanks to help me get the password to the Gryffindor common room,” Sirius continued, “so I could kill it myself.”

Did you get it?

"Got it." Sirius Black took out a piece of parchment with a whole week's worth of passwords written on it.

"I was planning to do it tonight... Oh, what are you doing!"

Siren casually tore the parchment into pieces, and with a wave of his wand, the scraps of paper vanished completely.

“If you really break into the Gryffindor dormitories, Neville will become the target of everyone’s ire.”

Many students write down the passwords on parchment, but only Neville can remember so many.

His memory was notoriously bad; he would often forget even what day of the week it was. He could only memorize the passwords and recite them one by one when he was at the door.

“I…I will make it up to him,” Sirius stammered. “And I will only kill Peter, I won’t touch anyone else…”

“I believe that, but will others?” Siron shook his head. “Don’t forget, you’re now an escaped Death Eater. Do you think people will believe you broke into Gryffindor Tower just to catch a rat?”

Sirius silently looked away... He didn't even believe what he was saying himself.

“And another thing,” Sirius continued, “if you kill Peter Pettigrew directly, you will be tantamount to completely severing any possibility of reconciliation with Harry.”

"Without Peter Pettigrew as the most direct evidence, you will never be able to gain his forgiveness again, and you will only be mortal enemies!"

Sirius's body jerked violently.

He wasn't afraid of death, nor of a Dementor's kiss, but what Sirius had just said was terrifying. The look in Harry's eyes when he mentioned him pierced Sirius's heart like an icicle.

"What should I do?" Sirius asked, slumping to the ground.

“I don’t know either. You can go back to the Screaming Shack and think about it,” Celen said. “Besides, I have a lot of things to do lately, I don’t have time to spend with you guys…”

“There’s a unicorn horn in the Black family mansion,” Sirius Black suddenly said. “As a token of my gratitude, I’d like to give it to you.”

Sirius rubbed his ears. "You said the Black family has a... what?" "A Qilin's horn," Sirius said again. "You probably haven't seen that magical creature before. It comes from an ancient country in Asia. Only wizards who have gained the Qilin's recognition are qualified to become the president of the International Wizarding Federation."

“Of course I know what a Qilin is,” Siren said. “But how did Blake get his hands on a Qilin horn? Aren’t you afraid of being sanctioned by the International Wizarding Federation?”

Just as Sirius Black mentioned, the Qilin is the most crucial element in the selection of the president of the International Wizarding Federation. Therefore, the wizards spare no effort in protecting it.

Let alone collecting a whole Qilin horn, even plucking a single hair from it would be subject to sanctions by the International Wizarding Federation.

In addition, the Qilin also possesses a special magic power similar to that of the unicorn's blood, which can also be described as a curse. In short, any wizard who harms the Qilin will suffer a backlash later.

For example, a wizard imprisoned in the tower of Nurmengard.

“Although I hate to say it, the Black family is indeed an ancient pure-blood family,” Sirius said. “Especially three hundred years ago, it wouldn’t have been strange for them to be able to get a unicorn horn.”

“Three hundred years…” The fervor in Xilun’s eyes quickly vanished.

In such a long time, even if Black's family really had a unicorn horn, the magic inside would have been completely exhausted, making it impossible to use it to make a wand.

But it is a unicorn horn after all, so it's fine as an ornament.

“Of course, I’m not after any Kirin horn. I’m just helping a friend out,” Celen said. “After all, Harry and I have a pretty good relationship, and I can’t just watch him stay in the dark forever.”

As they were talking, a cheer suddenly erupted from the nearby stadium, along with Lee Jordan's excited roar.

“Harry caught…the Golden Snitch…Firebolt…wins…”

The sound was intermittent, but it was still clear that the match had ended.

“I don’t really know the specifics of how to do it, but I can give you a suggestion,” Xilun said quickly.

"What suggestions?"

“You shouldn’t use your brain, you’re not suited for that,” Celen said. “Go find Lupin, you should have a way to get his attention.”

Sirius nodded.

Of course he had a way, and it was very simple: he just needed to turn into a black dog and appear in front of Lu Ping, and Lu Ping would definitely recognize him.

"Lupin will probably just kill me outright," Sirius said with a wry smile.

“No, he won’t.” Celen shook his head. “Before that, he will definitely ask you why you betrayed the Potters.”

"I didn't!" Sirius exclaimed excitedly.

"You should save that for Lupin and try to convince him."

"He won't believe me."

“That’s not necessarily true.” Xiren reached into his pocket and pulled out an old parchment.

"Marine Map?"

“That’s right, the Marauder’s Map,” Siron said. “I’ve seen Peter’s name on it more than once. Now I can lend it to you.”

"Thank you." Sirius took the map, but something felt off.

“Once Professor Lupin believes you, let him figure out a way to expose Peter Pettigrew,” Celen said. “You’re really not good with your brains… Sending Crookshanks to capture Scabbers and steal Neville’s password—it’s amazing you could come up with such a terrible idea.”

"You might as well just grab Navei and forcibly find the password on him. At least that way he'll suffer less criticism after the incident."

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(End of this chapter)