Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 399 Plan
Hogwarts was unusually quiet at midnight; there wasn't a sound in the corridors except for the occasional soft footsteps of Filch on patrol.

The room on the eighth floor, which is always ready to help, was also very quiet.

Xiren looked at the two wands in his hands... no, now it should be said that there was only one wand and a staff left.

The original core of the blasting conch shell inside had been completely devoured.

Xiren frowned, picked up the remaining wand and glanced at it... All the entries remained unchanged, and the wand itself was not enhanced.

As expected, given the low probability, how could it succeed on the first try?

But Xiren has no intention of continuing, at least not now.

As a wandmaker and an Ollivander, he instinctively resisted the act of destroying wands, even if it was another wand that was being destroyed.

The idea of ​​a wand consuming another wand... that sounds a bit strange.

Siren shook his head, turned and left the Room of Requirement.

It was already past midnight when he woke up the plump lady and they walked through the corridor. All the people who had been chatting had gone back to their dormitories to sleep, and the common room was deserted.

Xilun was somewhat relieved, as he no longer needed to explain why he looked so weak.

Such a massive drain on magic power cannot be recovered from in a short time. Xilun could guess without looking in a mirror that his complexion must not look good right now.

……

the next day.

Xilun's condition had improved considerably, although he was still a bit pale. He explained that he was too nervous, and the other party believed him.

Because it wasn't just Xilun; everyone in the castle started to get nervous.

After entering June, the exams suddenly seemed to be just around the corner, and everyone was making the most of their time to review and prepare for the upcoming final exams.

In addition to their own studies, the enthusiastic Gryffindors also dedicate a great deal of energy to helping Sheron prepare.

Hermione produced a very thick booklet filled with information on all sorts of magical creatures, ranging from XXXXX level (wizard killer, extremely dangerous) to XXX level (capable wizards can handle them).

These were found in the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," but not just from that book; they also included more than a dozen other books about magical creatures, such as "The Monster Book of Monsters," "Dangerous Beasts," and "The Enchanted Forest Escape Guide."

Hermione spent several weeks combining all the contents of these books.

Each magical creature is described in great detail, including its habits, attack methods, weaknesses, and fears of magic.

Honestly, if this booklet fell into the hands of those smugglers of magical creatures, they'd probably treasure it like a family heirloom.

"Thank you," Xilun said, carefully putting the booklet away.

“We’ve been a great help too,” Ron said from the side. “I haven’t read that many books when I was studying.”

Hermione glanced at him. "It's not like you'd study if you didn't look at those books."

“Of course…no.” Ron chuckled.

He is self-aware enough to know that he usually studies a week before the exam, but there are still two weeks until the exam, so there is still plenty of time.

“At least we can get high marks on our Magical Creatures exam,” Harry said with a smile. “I feel like I know all about those magical creatures.”

“In fact, even if you know nothing, Hagrid won’t let you fail,” Ron said half-jokingly.

“I don’t think so,” Harry said. “Hagrid was very serious when he was a professor.”

In the following days, the atmosphere in the castle changed again. On the one hand, everyone was nervous about the upcoming exams, but on the other hand, they were looking forward to the third project to be held a week before the holiday.

Harry and his friends wanted to help Siron practice magic, but Siron politely declined.

With only a few days left until the final exams, he, as a Triwizard Tournament champion, can skip the exams, but the others can't. They should be given as much time as possible to review their lessons. Especially Harry and Ron; they aren't Hermione, and their exam results basically depend on how much they've studied this week.

And to be honest, Siron didn't really need their help to practice magic, because the professors would always find various reasons to guide him in practicing spells in class.

The day before the match, Professor Flitwick found a very flimsy reason to confine Siron for three hours.

The punishment was to copy his own compilation, "One Hundred Duel Spells and Their Practical Applications."

Yes, they strictly adhered to the rules of the Triwizard Tournament, offering no assistance to the Warriors, only confining them.

Confinement punishments come in many forms, and copying books is just one of them. Professors often do this, and it works very well for those naughty students.

After Siren finished copying all the contents of the book, it had been about three hours. The remaining ten minutes or so didn't matter. Professor Flitwick, citing Siren's good performance, let him leave the classroom early.

That's what professionalism is all about; even if there's no one around, you still have to find a suitable reason.

Unlike Karkaroff and Maxim, who would have loved to drink a bottle of Polyjuice Potion to replace the Warriors if this third project wasn't going to last so long.

Speaking of cheating...

Siren seemed to have thought of something. Halfway there, he suddenly turned around, went downstairs, and went straight to Hagrid's cabin through the foyer.

Hagrid was surprised by Siron's arrival, but he was more nervous. He peeked behind Siron to make sure no one was following him before hurriedly pushing him into the house.

“Sirlen…” Hagrid stammered, “If you’ve come here to ask me about the maze’s route, you’re probably going to have come for nothing. I promised Professor Dumbledore I would keep it a secret and not tell anyone.”

A maze route?

Xiren then understood why Hagrid had been so nervous earlier.

“You’ve got it wrong, Hagrid,” Celen said. “I will win the Triwizard Tournament on my own.”

"That's good... I mean, you definitely won't cheat, right?" Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief and quickly poured Siron a cup of hot tea.

"So why did you come to me?"

“I’m curious, is the maze route fixed?” Siren asked.

“Of course not.” Hagrid shook his head and said, “After all, you’ve already been there. If someone had secretly written it down, the whole maze would be meaningless.”

"So the maze can actually change, right?"

“That’s right, I’ll move those hedges when they grow to twenty feet,” Hagrid said.

"Will the referee know what the final maze will look like?"

"The referee?" Hagrid thought for a moment and nodded. "They should know. They'll definitely be on the field at that time and will be able to see the changes throughout the maze."

“In that case,” Siren said earnestly, narrowing his eyes, “Hagrid, could you…”

He leaned closer to Hagrid and whispered a few words to him.

Hagrid hesitated at first, but quickly nodded.

“Okay,” he said. “If he really has to leave, I’ll change the maze location again.”

"Don't worry, Ms. Maxim should be able to help then," Siren said.

Upon hearing the name, Hagrid's expression became somewhat complicated, but it quickly disappeared; he simply urged Siren to hurry back to the castle.

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(End of this chapter)