Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 370 Durmstrang and Black Magic

For most people, the new semester is no different from before. The only difference is probably the second event of the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.

With Christmas over, February suddenly feels much closer, and the Gryffindor golden egg puzzle game is becoming increasingly popular.

Almost every day, students come to Xilun and confidently declare that they have found the wrong answer.

Silen found it unbelievable that out of so many Gryffindor students, not a single one got it right. The only ones who were even remotely related to the correct answer were Fred and George.

They guessed the Black Lake and the song, but they guessed their opponent wrong, so they were only half right.

On the first day of school, the grounds were still covered with a thick layer of snow, and fine water droplets condensed on the windows of the greenhouse, but it was still warm inside.

As Harry frosted the belladonna, he vividly described the scene of the hearing to Siron.

It was clear that Harry was a little too excited, to the point that his memory was becoming somewhat confused, since he had already said the same thing last night.

"When Amelia Borns tallied the final results, more than half of the people agreed to release Sirius Black without charge... Oh, by the way, she's the Director of the Department of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic."

"However, the Minister of Magic didn't look too good, and the witch next to him—I forgot her name, but she kept trying to stop Amelia Burns from declaring Sirius Black innocent..."

So engrossed in his conversation, Harry momentarily forgot what he was doing and swung his hand forcefully, accidentally pulling a not-yet-fully-ripened belladonna from the vine.

Professor Sprout was furious. He deducted twenty points from Gryffindor's grade and punished Harry by putting him in solitary confinement the following Saturday.

This was the first time Xiren had ever seen Professor Sprout put a student in solitary confinement.

"You should be glad those belladonna weren't ripe yet," Hermione said irritably on the way to the Conservation of Magical Creatures class. "Ripe belladonna are poisonous. If you had picked them so carelessly, you would probably be in the school hospital by now."

“I didn’t mean to…” Harry said softly.

In this kind of weather, they didn't really want to go to the outdoor conservation class, even though Ron said the blasting snails would probably warm them up.

Mentioning the fried tail snail, everyone except Xilun sighed in unison.

The fried snail is great! Xilun's eyes lit up.

In this cold weather, he wondered if the remaining eight large tadpole snails were still alive. Perhaps he could give them some ice to keep them warm.

Soon, they arrived at the edge of the forbidden forest.

To Xilun's disappointment, the eight blasting snails were all lively and energetic, and they would enthusiastically burst into a lot of sparks to welcome the students.

These guys look bigger than before. But the good news is, we won't be dealing with them this lesson.

Hagrid seemed to have something else to do, so the main focus of the lesson became taking care of the rune horses at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hagrid instructed them to work in pairs to groom the divine horses and feed them.

While the Divine Horses enjoy single malt whisky, they still need to eat. Fresh lettuce, carrots, and cabbage, along with a small amount of draconian liver, make up Hagrid's lunch for them.

However, those divine horses didn't really like eating; they preferred to have a sip of single malt whisky while they ate.

But Hagrid obviously wouldn't let the students touch the large barrels of wine, because he couldn't be with them the whole time.

In fact, he was absent for more than half of the class. Several times, he was talking to Harry when a noise suddenly came from behind the cabin, and he would immediately run over.

“I bet it’s another Bombtail,” Ron said confidently. “I really don’t know what those things are for that makes Hagrid so interested.”

“Perhaps, it’s far beyond your imagination,” Siren said.

Ron didn't understand what he meant and casually said, "Maybe. Maybe people will find out later that the slime of the blast-tailed snail can cure motion sickness." "Then I'd rather be motion sick for a while," Harry said.

This time, Xilun didn't speak, but just glanced behind him.

It looks like the new Bombtails have hatched, and Hagrid has to run to the cabin during class to take care of them.

After all, the students had already taken care of the young tadpoles once, and they couldn't do it again, so he had to do it himself.

However, for Xilun, although the blasting snail is crucial, it is not the most important thing at this moment.

Thursday, Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

This is probably one of the most popular courses at Hogwarts right now. Moody really knows his stuff. Even if he only reveals a little bit of his experience, it's enough to win over these students who haven't graduated yet.

Usually, when he teaches, everyone starts lining up outside the classroom ten minutes in advance, and this time was no exception.

As the school bell rang, Professor Moody appeared in the classroom on time.

This lesson covers the Pathfinding Charm, which is useful for finding traps and dangers in a house you're unsure about, or one that has been uninhabited for a long time.

“If you want to be an Auror, you must master this spell,” Moody said.

Everyone studied very diligently in this lesson.

As is customary, Professor Moody gave everyone free time to practice ten minutes before the end of get out of class.

At that moment, Xilun suddenly raised his hand.

“Mr. Ollivander, is there anything I can do for you?” Professor Moody said, turning around immediately despite having his back to Siron.

“I have just one question, Professor,” Siren said. “Viktor Krum of Durmstrang, didn’t he use the Eye Curse in his first project?”

“That’s right.” Moody nodded.

“But isn’t that dark magic?” Siren continued to ask.

Before he finished speaking, a buzz of discussion immediately filled the classroom.

"Really? Is that black magic?"

"I didn't even know that."

"impossible……"

Hearing the surrounding students' chatter, Moody couldn't help but frown.

The main reason was that he hadn't expected that students these days wouldn't even recognize dark magic. Back when he was in school, he was already able to fight dark wizards on his own in fourth grade!

“Yes, you’re right, Mr. Ollivander,” Moody shook his head, answering Siron’s question.

"So the legend is true, Durmstrang really did teach his students to use dark magic?"

“That’s right, so I wasn’t surprised at all when Krum used the Eye Disease Curse.” He made no attempt to hide his disgust for Durmstrang as he said this.

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(End of this chapter)