Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 453 The Long-Disappeared Name

Hermione and the Weasley brothers were still arguing over the notice, but when it came to sophistry, she was clearly no match for them and was quickly rendered speechless by their various fallacies.

Hermione needs to find a helper.

The clever Sirius had already slipped away, so she set her sights on Harry, who was hiding in a corner, pretending not to see anything.

"what……"

"Hello, Harry."

Before Hermione could speak, a tall girl with long braids strode up to Harry.

“Hello, Angelina,” Harry replied quickly. “What brings you here?”

"Regarding the selection of the new goalkeeper on Friday," she said, "I hope the whole team can be there, okay? That way we can see if the newcomer can work well with everyone."

“Of course, no problem,” Harry said. “This is a big deal. I need to talk to Ron. He’s been wanting to join the team for a while now.”

Harry jogged away from the Great Hall.

They truly are a godfather and godson; even their ways of avoiding trouble are exactly the same.

As Xilun was sighing, he suddenly realized something very serious.

Harry and Sirius have both run away, so the only people in the Great Hall who are familiar with Hermione are...

Xilun subconsciously turned his head.

Sure enough, Hermione was looking at him.

“I’m not the prefect…” Siren said first, “There’s no way to stop them from posting the notices.”

Hermione looked even angrier.

“Don’t say that. You’ll change your tune soon enough, Hermione,” Fred and George chuckled. “After you’ve really realized you’re in fifth grade.”

"Then you'll all be begging to buy the quick-acting skip-class candy."

"why?"

"Because fifth grade is the OWL year."

"Just because of an OWL exam, we're begging to buy quick-acting skipping-class candy?"

“It’s not just one OWL, Hermione,” Fred said. “There are also all those endless tests every day, those papers that are like a grinding wheel, relentlessly polishing your noses and ears.”

"Back then, half of the students in our grade had some minor health problems."

"I believe you are probably in the same boat."

“I would never use that method to skip an exam,” Hermione said seriously.

“Of course, we believe you can do it,” Fred said calmly. “But don’t forget, not everyone is called Hermione.”

This time they didn't argue anymore, quickly finished their breakfast, and left.

Goodbye, everyone.

"We still need to do some market research to figure out exactly what Hogwarts students want to buy from the joke shop."

"I won't keep you company." "Just a heads-up, watch your head."

As soon as George finished speaking, a whooshing sound rang out from above the auditorium, and a large flock of owls flew in through the overhead windows carrying letters and packages, while also sprinkling water droplets on the heads of those eating breakfast.

You can see from the ceiling that it's raining outside again, and it started raining inside after the owl came in.

Hermione had to frantically move the orange juice aside to make room for several owls flying toward the Gryffindor table.

One of the owls landed in front of Celen, bringing him his order of the Daily Prophet.

"Is there any important news in the newspapers?" Hermione asked.

“No.” Xiren shook his head. He quickly flipped through the newspaper but couldn’t find what he was looking for.

Rita Skeeter, the witch who was hated by many but loved by many, has not appeared in the newspapers for a long time.

Siron remembered that the last time he saw her article was a few months ago. It revealed that Barty Crouch had personally sent his son to Azkaban, explaining his motives for betrayal while also saying a few "fair words" for the Ministry of Magic.

However, Siren always felt that the article was not something Rita Skeeter could have written.

Although both are talking nonsense, Rita Skeeter's professional skills are clearly superior. Her brilliance lies in her ability to subtly embellish even her nonsense, making it difficult for others to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

This is also the main reason why she is so popular.

In Xilun's view, the previous article was more like an imitator, and an imitator with little patience at that, whose methods were too crude.

If what Siron thinks is true, then Rita Skeeter's last article should be about discovering that Barty Crouch helped the Death Eaters escape from prison and trying to track them down.

Has it been discovered?
Probably not... Rita Skeeter's Animagus is an extremely well-hidden beetle, and it is generally difficult to spot.

After all, who would bother to pay attention to a beetle for no reason?

This can be seen from her past deeds... She has slandered so many famous wizards and is hated by countless people, but no one, including Dumbledore, has ever discovered her secret.

It's impossible for the Death Eaters to have a better understanding of Transfiguration than Dumbledore.

By the time Siren put down the newspaper, Harry had already returned and was sitting opposite him eating breakfast. Ron was also next to him, looking dazed and obviously not fully awake yet.

But there was no way around it; fifth graders start school earlier, so he had to gradually get used to waking up early.

At this point, Professor McGonagall began distributing course schedules along the table.

"I was just about to ask what class I'm going to later." Ron yawned, but immediately perked up the moment he saw the schedule.

"Did they make a mistake? There are so many!" His eyes widened. "Look at today, two History of Magic classes, two Potions classes, one Divination class, and two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes... What are they trying to do? Can all of this be covered in one day?"

“That should be right,” Celen said. “Because we have so many classes in the next few days, and if there’s an astronomy class, we’ll have to go to the tower again in the evening.”

“I must be crazy.” Ron looked at his packed schedule and scratched his head in frustration. “Do you think I should go find Fred and George to buy something? When I came here, they said nougat is cheap right now.”

“I suggest you try a different one,” Celen said, finishing his pumpkin juice. “Where they are, only less-than-perfect products are cheap. Of course, if you don’t mind some weird side effects, then disregard what I said.”

"Then forget it." Ron shuddered, decisively chose to give up, and picked up the timetable again.

"It seems the only thing worth looking forward to today is Sirius's Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon. I dare say his class will be very interesting."

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(End of this chapter)