Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 330 Reply
Late at night, the Gryffindor common room was still brightly lit.

Because of Dumbledore's recent announcement, everyone was too excited to sleep, so they sat together to discuss the Triwizard Tournament. They also took the opportunity to explain this legendary tournament in detail to the young wizards from Muggle families who knew very little about it.

On the second floor of the dormitory, the sign on the door of Xilun dormitory has changed from third grade to fourth grade.

In the dormitory, he handed a folded envelope to Hedwig, who was standing next to him.

"Take this first, no need to rush to deliver it. It's fine to leave after the rain stops."

Hedwig tilted her head, seemingly feeling slighted, and a human-like displeasure appeared on her face.

“Don’t get me wrong, of course I know owls aren’t afraid of any bad weather.” Celen poked Hedwig’s downy hair with his finger. “But there’s no need, it’s not urgent anyway.”

This time, Hedwig seemed not to understand what Celen meant. Her claws had barely grasped the envelope when she spread her wings and flew straight out of the open window into the heavy rain.

By the time Celen brought over the corn chips he had packed from the banquet to give Hedwig an extra meal, it had already flown far away, leaving only a blurry white shadow in the pitch-black sky.

Helen looked at the open window, picked up a corn chip and put it in her mouth... No wonder she's Harry's owl, just like him, she's an impatient person.

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That night, the lights in the Gryffindor common room stayed on until the early hours of the morning.

The storm finally subsided the next morning, but thick clouds still hung from the auditorium ceiling.

When Siron came to have breakfast, he happened to run into Harry and a sleepy-eyed Ron.

Ron was among the last group of people who stayed in the common room last night, chatting until around 2 a.m. before returning to his dorm.

As for Harry... judging from his relatively energetic appearance, he probably didn't stay up that late.

Across from Celia, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were discussing how to make themselves a little older.

Because of what Xilun said yesterday, they are determined to compete for the courage to be selected in the top three competition. The only problem now is how to meet the age requirement.

“Aging potions are definitely the first choice,” Fred said. “And more importantly, the Potions exam in OWL two months ago was about aging potions.”

“This must be some kind of hint,” George said with certainty. “It’s hinting at what we should do to win the grand prize in the Triwizard Tournament.”

“I’ll prepare the materials we need,” Lee Jordan said.

The aging potion requires some less common ingredients, which need to be purchased separately in Diagon Alley or by seeking help from a Potions professor.

As the most important course in fifth grade, Potions class must always have relevant materials prepared in the classroom.

However, since all of them are Gryffindors, the second option can be eliminated.

The three of them quickly finished their toast and boiled potatoes and ran outside together. Judging from their direction, they were probably heading to the owl shed.

"Speaking of which, what classes did we have this morning?" Ron yawned.

“Everything outdoors… Luckily the rain stopped earlier.” Harry glanced at the newly handed-out timetable. “Herbalism class, with Hufflepuff students, protecting magical creatures… Oh no, Slytherin again.”

Because there are relatively few students, students from two houses usually attend classes together at Hogwarts.

The choice is not fixed; it could be with any college.

As Gryffindors, the last thing they want to do is attend classes with their arch-rivals, Slytherin.

But that's how the schedule is arranged, and there's nothing they can do about it. Harry sighed softly.

“It’s a pity there’s no history of magic.” Ron glanced at the schedule and yawned again. “Otherwise… I could have caught up on some sleep.”

The professor of the history of magic was a ghost. His classes were far less strict than those of other proper professors. As long as you didn't speak loudly, you could do whatever you wanted without being caught.

Many people choose to do their homework or take a nap during the History of Magic class.

“But there’s a Divination class this afternoon,” Harry said. “If Professor Trelawney finds out, you can lie and say you’re doing dream analysis.”

"Great idea!" Ron's eyes lit up.

The book "Seeing the Future Through the Fog" has a section about dream divination, which is exactly what fourth graders should be learning.

The only downside is that the divination class is in the afternoon. It would be great if it could be moved to the morning, preferably the first period...

Just then, a fluttering sound came from above, and more than a hundred owls flew in through the open window, bringing everyone mail and packages.

Celen looked up and quickly found her target... Among a large flock of brown and gray owls, white Hedwig stood out too much.

The owl landed on the table in front of Xiren and hooted twice.

“Thank you, Hedwig,” Celen said, handing her some corn chips and conjuring up a small dish to pour some milk into it.

Hedwig immediately began to eat heartily.

At this point, Xilun also noticed that it had returned empty-handed, without carrying any letters or even a piece of parchment.

Normally, after delivering mail, owls will instinctively linger for a while and pick up a reply along the way.

But now Hedwig has returned empty-handed, which can only prove one thing... she was sent back by Ludo Bagman, who never intended to write back.

There is no doubt that Ludo Bagman is trying to renege on his debt.

This is not possible.

Xilun then took out two more letters that he had prepared beforehand and handed them to Hedwig.

"I'll have to trouble you to make another trip and deliver this. If he still doesn't reply, send the other one to Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet... She'll be very interested in the fact that he was once the best hitter for the Wimbledon Hornets but now owes money."

Hedwig, who was drinking milk, didn't understand. She just glanced up at Harry next to her, and after receiving a nod of approval, she flew away through the open window again.

“Shillon…” Harry looked at him, “The person you were talking about just now, could it be Mr. Ludo Bagman?”

“Yes, that’s him.” Celen nodded. “Wimbledon Hornets, batter, obviously.”

Does he owe you money?

Yes, and a lot of them.

Harry was even more surprised; he never imagined that Siron and Mr. Ludo Bagman had such a connection.

Aren't professional Quidditch players paid very well? Especially Ludo Bagman, a legendary hitter, how could he owe money to a student like Siron?

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(End of this chapter)