Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 310 An Accidental Encounter with the Professor
Ludo Bagman never imagined that the wand industry could be so lucrative. He was just a young wizard who hadn't even graduated yet, and he could easily produce a hundred Galleons.

The other person seemed to be handling things with ease, and clearly had more to offer.

Unfortunately, he couldn't fool them again... and persuade them to bet more.

But this is pretty good too.

One hundred Galleons to buy Viktor Krum's capture of the Golden Snitch, and his ability to trick Lynch twice with the Lansky feint.

"what!"

Ludo Bagman couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He's just a kid; he puts down a bet on a whim without considering the actual situation.

Even an amateur Seeker would rarely be fooled twice by the same feint, let alone Lin Qi, a famous professional Quidditch Seeker, it's even less likely... unless he forgot his brain at home when he went out today.

But this is obviously impossible.

In Ludo Bagman's view, the 100 Galleons were practically free. So he generously gave Siron a very high odds, intending to use it as bait to persuade Siron to continue betting.

Unfortunately, his plan was interrupted by Professor McGonagall's sudden appearance before it could be fully implemented.

Ludo Bagman wouldn't dare persuade a student to bet a large sum of Galleons with him in front of the Hogwarts vice-principal.

So he immediately made an excuse and ran away before Professor McGonagall could come over.

“Sirlen, are you here to watch the game too?” Professor McGonagall walked over and asked.

She was wearing a robe representing the Irish team and a shamrock hat, looking completely different from how she looked at school... When Xilun first saw her, he almost didn't recognize her.

"Professor McGonagall?"

"Don't make a fuss. Since we're here, we can't wear our school uniforms anymore." Professor McGonagall glanced at Siron's standard Madame Malkin-style school uniform robe, took out her wand, and waved it casually.

The hem of the originally neat robe was transformed into the shape of a clover, with the players' names drawn on it using clover leaves.

Just like that, the price of this robe could increase tenfold, and if it encounters a die-hard fan of the Irish team, it could increase even more.

But then, Professor McGonagall suddenly remembered something, frowned, and said, "Sorry, I almost forgot to ask, which team do you support?"

“Ireland,” Celen said without hesitation. “I dare say Ireland will definitely win the championship this year.”

Oliver Wood, who was standing to the side, turned his head in disbelief.

If he remembered correctly, that's not what Siren said earlier. In fact, he even bet 100 Galleons that Viktor Krum could catch the Golden Snitch!
Xilun seemed to have guessed his thoughts and smiled at him.

There is no conflict between Ireland winning the game and Krum catching the Golden Snitch; they are two separate things and do not conflict at all.

Upon hearing Siron's reply, Professor McGonagall became visibly happier, even displaying a smile that would never be seen inside Hogwarts Castle.

“What a coincidence, I also think Ireland will win,” Professor McGonagall said.

“Hmm… I can tell.” Xiren glanced at her attire.

However, the conversation between the two made the Bulgarian fans on the sidelines somewhat unhappy.

Fan rivalry is often the purest form of competition, unrelated to identity or status, driven only by the most primal passion and dedication.

Those who support the Irish team are heretics, idiots. Even Professor McGonagall would never... well, actually, it's not that intolerable. When Professor McGonagall looked over, Oliver Wood quickly put on a polite smile.

Even though he has graduated, he still feels flustered and weak-kneed when he sees Professor McGonagall again.

But he didn't do nothing; Wood quietly moved the Bulgarian team's flag to his chest.

Upon seeing this, Professor McGonagall's smile vanished. The two exchanged a few awkward words, and less than a minute later, Wood made an excuse to leave.

Xilun stood by, dumbfounded.

He remembered that Oliver Wood had always been one of Professor McGonagall's favorite students, but the stiffness and coldness between the two just now... it was as if he could see Harry and Snape talking.

I have to say, Quidditch is truly magical!
After seeing Oliver Wood off, Professor McGonagall invited Celen to her tent.

It was just a short distance away, next to a public water tap.

It was a simple red tent, without any extra decorations. The layout inside was similar to that of the Transformation Department's office.

As Xilun entered, he saw a giant clover rushing toward him.

Siron was startled, but he quickly recognized that it was actually Professor Flitwick.

He made a giant clover hat, but he was too small, so when he put it on, his head was completely covered by the leaves, and from a distance he looked like a clover spirit with legs.

It may be impolite to say this, but Professor Flitwick is really perfect as the mascot for the Irish team.

Also in the tent was Pomona Sprout, Hogwarts' Herbology professor and Head of Hufflepuff.

With Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick added, there were four heads of the department, and only Snape was missing.

But thinking about it, it's obvious that Snape wouldn't be interested in such an occasion.

“Welcome, Siron.” Professor Sprout picked up a plate. “Would you like some roasted geranium berries?”

The plate contained roasted fruits, each as big as a golden sly.

These are the fruits that grow during the budding period of the poisonous geranium. They taste sweet, but contain a mild toxin. They are not fatal, but it is best to roast them over a flame before eating.

Otherwise, the body will become numb and it will take about ten minutes to recover.

But some people really enjoy this feeling, especially after eating the fruit and then getting stung by a Billywig bug.

People stung by this insect will find their bodies floating in the air involuntarily. Combined with the numbing effect of the geranium fruit, this creates the illusion of swimming in the clouds.

However, during this process, the body is completely out of control, and where you drift to depends entirely on luck. If you're lucky, you might wake up on a soft patch of grass.

Those who were unlucky... like a wizard in 1768, who happened to encounter a fire dragon hunting goats while floating in mid-air, and that was the end of him.

However, the geraniums that Professor Sprout prepared certainly weren't unripe.

Xilun ate one, and the taste was surprisingly good—fluffy, sweet, and with a hint of tartness. It was a bit strange, but surprisingly good; it felt like eating a lemon-flavored Olaf that wasn't as sweet.

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(End of this chapter)