Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 458 Dumbledore Leaves School

Harry suddenly realized that Sirius's earlier words weren't entirely meant to comfort him.

By now, the group has been reduced by nearly half, but apart from him and Hermione making any move that could be called resistance, most of the students had their wands taken away immediately when they faced Sirius.

"Neville Longbottom, are you asleep? Why are you just standing there doing nothing!"

"No, no, Professor. I, I, I..." Neville's face turned red; he was so nervous that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

“Alright, relax. I’m not your grandma, nor am I Snape. You don’t need to be so nervous,” Sirius said with a smile.

Neville also twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Alright, next, Siren Ollivander."

Xilun stepped forward.

Slightly better than Hermione and Harry, Sirius used five Disarming Charms to obtain Sirius's wand, which is the best result the students have achieved so far.

“Well done, Sirius. You, like Harry, need to gain more practical experience.” Sirius waved his brown wand. “If you had been more decisive, you could have dodged it.”

“I didn’t expect you to be lying to me.” Sirius sighed, taking his wand from Sirius. “You’re really cunning, Professor.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, this is a tactic.” Sirius shook his head. “You’ll see when you leave school. Those cunning dark wizards won’t honestly compete with you in spells.”

Afterwards, Siron also went outside the fence and joined Harry and the others.

Compared to their initial excitement upon arrival, these people are now much quieter, standing there dejectedly.

Soon, Lavender Brown, who was at the back of the line, dropped his wand in a single exchange, just as get out of class ended a few minutes later.

Sirius made everyone stand back in the field.

“To be honest, I’m a little disappointed,” he said. “Your reaction time and judgment are terrible, and only your theoretical knowledge is solid... Of course, after all, your previous professor was Alastor Moody, so you must have learned something.”

"But that's not enough, far from enough. War isn't an exam, and the dark wizard won't pull out a test paper while fighting you. Homework: summarize the reasons for today's failure. The word count doesn't matter, and hand it in at the next class."

"Oh, by the way, since Sirren Ollivander performed the best in this lesson, I'm giving Gryffindor ten extra points..."

Then, in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, he muttered, "I really don't understand why the professor only gets ten points, while Snape, that snotty-nosed guy, gets twenty. It's so unfair!"

At this time, the get out of class bell rang.

"get out of class dismissed," Sirius said.

Another round of applause erupted from the surrounding area, with many students clapping spontaneously.

"Looks like your first lesson went very well, Sirius," Hagrid said with a grin, standing outside the fence.

He arrived earlier and, worried about disturbing Sirius, has been standing by watching.

“This isn’t my first class, Hagrid,” Sirius said, waving his hand. “Hurry up, don’t keep me from getting off work…Want to grab a drink later, Hagrid? To be honest, this job isn’t as easy as I thought.”

“No problem, how about the Three Broomsticks?” Hagrid said. “Of course, if you want something a little different, the Pighead is a good option.”

"Then three brooms. We're professors now, what kind of place would we be going to, like the Pighead Bar?"

And so, in front of all the students, the two of them walked openly toward the school gate.

“Well… get out of class is over now, and the professor doesn’t need to stay at the school all the time, right?” Hermione said, giving Sirius and Hagrid an excuse for their behavior.

“I wish we could be like that someday,” Ron said enviously. “We could go to Hogsmeade anytime, without having to wait for a specific time.”

“You can finish once you graduate,” Hermione said without turning around. “Thanks for reminding me,” Ron said, drawing out his words, and returned to the castle with the others.

“This is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class I envision, just like when Lupin was here,” he said. “The class is about combat and spells, not about memorizing facts from a book.”

“Those points of knowledge are just as important, Ron. They’ll let you know when to cast a spell.” Hermione frowned. “At least there will definitely be a test paper for when you’re doing OWL.”

“I never said the knowledge points weren’t important.” Ron pursed his lips and looked to the side. “Neville, how are you feeling? Still nervous?”

“Much better,” Neville said softly.

“Actually, you don’t need to be nervous.” Harry stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, saying, “Although Sirius seems stern, that’s only because he’s a professor. He’s actually a very good person.”

“I, I know,” Neville stammered. “I…I was so nervous…you know, I always mess things up, especially when I’m casting spells.”

“That’s not true.” Hermione turned around. “Remember when you were in third year, you were able to beat the Boggart quite well.”

“That’s because Professor Lupin was there to help me,” Neville said.

"It just so happens that Sirius Black and Professor Lupin are very good friends," she said with a smile. "So you have even less to worry about."

"I... I'll try my best," Neville said with some worry, after all, this was something he really couldn't control.

Before the sunlight turned a darker orange-red, the students climbed the stone steps and returned to the castle.

It was almost dinnertime, and there were many people in the lobby.

Harry and his friends discussed it and decided to have dinner in the Great Hall first, and then go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor to get their schoolbags.

Since today is the first day of school, dinner was very plentiful. For some reason, there was a whole roasted beef leg on the long table.

Xilun glanced at the teachers' section; there were far fewer people than usual.

Sirius and Hagrid are still drinking at the Three Broomsticks. The other professors are probably busy with their own things. Only Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick are eating at the table.

After they finished eating, Harry and his friends prepared to go up to the third floor to get their schoolbags.

“I have something to do, you guys go ahead,” Celen said, then quickly ran ahead and stopped Professor McGonagall who was about to leave.

“Sirlen, is there something you need?” Professor McGonagall asked.

“I’d like to see Headmaster Dumbledore,” Celan said, “but I noticed he didn’t come to dinner.”

"The principal has other matters to attend to and has already left the school," Professor McGonagall said.

"Then when will he come back?"

“I don’t know,” Professor McGonagall said. “Why are you looking for him?”

“I’d like to ask about the next time I’m going to Hogsmeade,” Celen said. “I need to send some things to France and further afield, but the owls at the school can’t handle such long-distance deliveries.”

“You don’t need to go to the principal, I can tell you it’s the Saturday before Halloween,” Professor McGonagall said.

“Could we do it a little earlier?” Siren asked, frowning. “If we wait that long, I’m worried they’ll send me a howling letter.”

“That won’t work, Siron,” Professor McGonagall shook her head. “But I can go to the Owl Post Office for you; they’ll send a messenger to the school to find you.”

"that would be great."

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(End of this chapter)