Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 351 Gryffindor's Carnival

Ludo Bagman was in a hurry to have a drink with the headmasters and left quickly, while Siron returned to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room on the eighth floor, in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

“I’ve heard about it…” The plump lady blushed, still holding a wine glass in her hand.

"You have been chosen as a champion of Hogwarts... truly remarkable... a fourteen-year-old champion!"

“Thank you for the compliment,” said Siren, watching as the plump lady poured some more wine into her wine glass.

It's amazing, can a portrait get drunk?
And where did all that alcohol come from? Did someone regularly restock it with paint? But he's been at Hogwarts for so long and has never seen anyone do that. It couldn't possibly be Filch, could it?

"Don't just stand there, come on in," the plump lady said, opening the passageway to the common lounge.

Unbelievable! The fat lady opened the door without asking for a password... This is a privilege that even Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't receive.

It's clear she was genuinely happy.

At the same time, the moment the portrait was opened, a sudden burst of cheers nearly knocked Xiren backward.

Before he could even react, a dozen hands dragged him into the common lounge.

Sheren had never seen so many people in the common room before. It felt like all the Gryffindors were there, screaming, cheering, and whistling.

Dozens of colorful firecrackers exploded at the same time, creating the sensation of a colorful spider web woven overhead.

"Merlin's beard, how did you do that?!" Fred roared.

"Please ask the older students for help. I already said that in the auditorium," Xiren shouted back.

Speaking of this, he asked Ludo Bagman the same question, but the latter remained tight-lipped and refused to answer.

Then Xilun didn't ask any more questions. Just like he said before, he only cared about the result; the process didn't matter.

“You should have told us sooner.” George’s voice came from the other side, sounding somewhat annoyed, but mostly happy and excited.

“I actually lost to you, a fourth-grade student…” Angelina rushed over, staring at Xilen with resentment.

But she quickly broke down, laughing as she said, "Okay, even if it's not me, it's still Gryffindor..."

“And Cedric lost too.” Lee Jordan squeezed in. “Before tonight, he was the top pick for the Warriors.”

"Yes."

"We've prepared some food, Siren, come and have some."

……

Xiren was then dragged by a dozen hands to a table in front of the fireplace.

The table was piled high with all sorts of food: sausages, roasted potatoes, steaks, cakes, and butterbeer.

To be honest, Xilun is actually a bit hungry.

During the banquet, he was preoccupied with the Warriors' affairs and didn't eat much.

But this late-night snack was really tiring. Often, before he could even finish a bite of roasted potato, someone would force a bottle of butterbeer on him, then clink glasses with him to celebrate.

Even Harry came over to join in the fun.

“Come over here, everyone’s waiting to toast with you!” Harry said, pulling Hillon through the crowd to a relatively spacious area.

"Oh, thank you." Xiren wiped the sweat from his forehead. "They were a little too enthusiastic."

“I completely understand,” Harry said. “And there’s nothing we can do about it; you were chosen to be a champion.”

“However…” Harry’s tone suddenly became hesitant at this point.

"What's wrong?" Xilun asked.

“No, it’s nothing.” Harry hesitated for a moment before whispering, “It’s just that Ron and Dean… they might not be too happy.”

"Do you think I didn't tell them how to cross the age line?" Celen asked. He then noticed that the common room was crowded with people from first to seventh grade, all celebrating.

Of these students, fourth graders are the fewest.

Dean Thomas and Ron were not there. Seamus was on the far side and didn't seem as excited as the others. Next to him stood Neville, who looked conflicted.

“Yes, yes…” Harry nodded.

"And what about you?" Xiren asked. "Isn't it my fault for not telling you how to cross the age limit?"

“It happened in the Great Hall,” Harry said, scratching his head sheepishly. “But it was only for a moment, since I had already given up on being a champion.”

"Oh, and Ron too, he's just a bit of a perfectionist."

“It’s okay, none of that matters.” Xilun waved his hand. “Once the first project starts, he definitely won’t want to be a warrior anymore.”

"Is the first project... dangerous?" Hermione popped out from the side, carrying a stack of books.

“You’ll find out then… But Hermione, when did you become interested in magical creatures?” Celen said, having just glanced at the title of the top book.

XXXXX: A Terrible Disaster

This is a book about magical creatures, and it contains information about creatures that the Ministry of Magic rates as 5X dangerous.

But when will Hermione have the same hobbies as Hagrid?

“Oh, these are all for you,” Hermione said, shoving all the books in her hands into Siren’s hands.

"I've looked into the previous Triwizard Tournament, and Fantastic Beasts are a must-have. You'd better make some preparations in advance."

Xilun glanced down instinctively.

To be fair, Hermione's choice of books was quite comprehensive, covering almost everything from the habits and weaknesses of dangerous creatures to how to deal with spells... The only drawback was that there was no content related to dragons.

This is a bit embarrassing.

But since it was Hermione's kind offer, Siren didn't refuse and accepted it all, planning to return it in a few days.

Siren put the books into the shapeshifting lizard skin bag.

Hermione couldn't help but feel envious as she watched that thick stack of books being put into a small bag in the blink of an eye.

If she had a bag like that, she wouldn't need to carry a stuffed backpack around every day.

However, she also knew that even in the magical world, the shapeshifting lizard skin bag was a rare item, each one costing an astronomical price, which she simply couldn't afford.

However, a replica made using the Seamless Stretch Charm is worth considering.

……

From late at night until the early hours of the morning, the cheers in the Gryffindor common room never stopped, seemingly lasting all night.

Anyway, tomorrow is Sunday, so there's no need to worry about not being able to get up.

In the early hours of the morning, Xilun shook off his enthusiastic classmates and hurried upstairs to his dormitory.

There was no one in the corridor, but you could hear rustling voices.

The sound was coming from Harry's dormitory, but perhaps because they heard his footsteps, the sound inside disappeared instantly when Siron passed by the door.

However, Xilun didn't pay any attention and walked straight back to his dormitory.

This is where the advantages of a single dormitory become apparent... at least Xiren doesn't have to bother explaining anything to others when she's feeling sleepy.

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(End of this chapter)