Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 395 Best Partner

As most people guessed, in addition to Charms class, professors of other subjects also assigned a lot of holiday homework.

This meant they never felt like they were on vacation; every day, the first thing they did upon waking was to look for quills and parchment.

What's even more upsetting is that during the Defense Against the Dark Arts class before the holidays, Professor Moody used the excuse of testing their learning outcomes to give them a practical lesson.

The results were somewhat disappointing. Many people suffered minor injuries, some grew fangs a foot long and had to keep their mouths covered, and others could only blink incessantly.

Harry and Ron were both hit by a severe ear-twister curse, and even now, on the second day, they would still rub their ears from time to time.

On the first day of his holiday, Siren went to Hagrid's place again and asked him to take him to the Forbidden Forest to pick out a batch of new staff materials.

It wasn't until almost noon that he returned to the castle with a few fresh branches and two brand-new conch shells.

While in the foyer, he happened to run into Harry and Ron, who had come down for lunch.

Both of them looked visibly tired and listless, making it impossible to tell that it was a holiday.

"We spent all morning writing out the potion recipes, and our eyes are blurry." Harry took a big bite of the fried pork chop, as if it were Snape's head.

“Aren’t you going to do it?” Ron glanced at Siron. “There’s a lot of homework for the Easter holiday this year. You haven’t done anything all morning, so you probably won’t finish it.”

“No, not at all.” Xiren shook his head. After thinking for a moment, he decided to tell them the truth.

"Actually, I only need to do my Potions class and History of Magic assignments, which is perfectly fine."

"Clang!" Ron dropped the fork in his hand to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Why?" he asked.

“Because I’m a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament,” Siren said, sprinkling some black pepper on his fried pork chop.

"The Warriors don't have to do their homework?" Ron's eyes flashed with unprecedented envy.

“Theoretically, it’s not possible, but I can discuss it with the professors,” Celen said. “I told them I needed more time to prepare for my third project, and most of the professors agreed to waive my assignment.”

To be precise, all the professors except for Potions and History of Magic agreed.

Needless to say, Snape would never excuse a single Gryffindor from Potions class, and Siron, being quite self-aware, didn't even ask.

And the history of magic is even simpler. For that ghost professor from hundreds of years ago, let alone a Triwizard Tournament, even if the wizarding world were to be destroyed the next day, as long as Hogwarts did not close, homework would still have to be handed in.

Although he still had assignments for two courses, his workload was much lighter than others.

This was evident from Ron's expression; he hadn't been this envious even when he heard that the Triwizard Tournament champion would receive a prize of 1,000 Galleons.

"Is there any way to go back to the time when I threw my name into the Goblet of Fire?" He picked up the fork from the ground and wiped it casually on his clothes.

"I also want to be a warrior, even if it means facing a fire dragon."

It's clear that he's already nearly driven crazy by the mountain of homework after only half a day of holiday.

“I suggest you go find a fifth-grade student and ask them how much homework they have,” Celen said with a smile. “Then you’ll find that fourth-grade homework is actually not a big deal, not much at all.”

Fifth grade...OWL?

Suddenly, Ron shuddered, as if something had occurred to him.

In their fifth year, they have to take their first important exam, the OWL, or Ordinary Wizarding Level exam. This is much more important than the final exams, as it determines whether they can successfully graduate from Hogwarts and become a real wizard.

Therefore, fifth year is the most academically demanding time for Hogwarts students.

Well, if we're going to compare them like that, then fourth grade is actually pretty easy.

...On Easter Sunday, owls began flying to Hogwarts from the morning onwards.

Xiren received many Easter eggs. His parents were probably in another country at the moment. The Easter eggs they sent contained candies that Xiren had never seen before.

Mrs. Weasley's Easter egg contained homemade toffee, while Sirius's was filled with various kinds of chocolate.

Along with the Easter eggs, several letters were also delivered.

First was Rita Skeeter's letter; this was the first time Siron had written to her since their last meeting, inquiring about Mr. Crouch.

But Rita Skeeter didn't say much, only mentioning in the letter that Barty Crouch had returned to work at the Ministry of Magic and that his behavior seemed normal.

But that is the biggest anomaly.

Rita Skeeter has always been fond of exaggeration; it's her habit, and she often unconsciously exaggerates things even when writing letters.

But this time she didn't, clearly trying to cover something up.

This further convinced Celen that there was something wrong with Barty Crouch now.

But now that Harry isn't a champion, he probably won't target the Triwizard Tournament... Siron thought to himself.

During the rest of the holiday, besides occasionally doing some homework, Xilun mainly did two things.

First, he practiced the Avada Kedavra curse. After learning the specific method from Moody, Siron secretly practiced the spell in the Room of Requirement and achieved considerable success.

At this time yesterday, he had already successfully killed a vixen with the Killing Curse.

Then there's the Bombtail Wand.

Excluding the very first one, Siron experimented with five different wand shafts, with black walnut being the most surprising. Oak, beech, and yew were all quite normal, producing wands similar to the dragon wand core. Wizards who enjoy dueling and adventure should be very satisfied.

Another one is dragon bloodwood.

After two failures, Siren finally succeeded in creating his first 'partially specialized' Blast-Tail Wand on his third attempt.

[Dragon Bloodwood, Bombtail Carapace, 10 inches]

Status: Unbalanced

【Special Feature: Spell effects -70%, Bone-Corroding Spell effects +50%】

To Siren's surprise, this was the best-performing wand among all his "specialized" wands, with a 50% effect bonus, enough to bring about a qualitative change in the spell.

The only problem is that Xiren doesn't recognize the spell and has never even heard of it.

However, judging from the name, the Bone-Eating Curse is unlikely to appear in their textbooks; it is most likely a form of dark magic.

Black magic, on the other hand, means it can't be used in school, which makes it somewhat useless.

As Xilun walked down the corridor, he glanced out of a window. From his vantage point, he could see the 'Hit-and-Beat Willow' basking in the sun.

Xilun paused, stopped, and stared blankly at the willow tree outside.

Merlin's beard, how could he forget that?

Is there a better combination between the volatile and fiery-tailed snail and the even more volatile and aggressive willow?

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(End of this chapter)