Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 469 Additional Homework

Professor McGonagall did not show any shock or surprise at the discovery of a spyglass in Sirius's office; she simply nodded calmly to indicate that she was aware of it.

But she was very angry that Sirius went to see Sirius again.

“Mr. Ollivander…” Professor McGonagall looked up and said sternly to Sirius Black, “I hope you remember what you said, such as not to go near that Sirius Black who may or may not be true.”

“Yes, Professor? I remember.” Siron’s eyes darted around, avoiding Professor McGonagall’s sharp gaze behind her square-framed glasses.

"But you didn't do it."

“That’s because… I just happened to run into him in the hallway,” Xiren said, revealing the reason she had thought of on the way.

“That doesn’t convince me, Mr. Ollivander,” Professor McGonagall said expressionlessly. “As far as I know, Mr. Potter has encountered him many times, but each time he left in a hurry, which is enough to show that the Defense Against the Dark Arts office is not a place that one absolutely has to go.”

Xilun kept his head down and didn't say anything.

"And another thing," Professor McGonagall continued, "you should be doing your homework in the common room at this time, why are you wandering around in the hallway?"

"I...I've finished writing..."

"Is that so?" Professor McGonagall nodded thoughtfully. "It seems I shouldn't have exempted you from your homework. That way, you won't have time to wander around the corridors, and you won't happen to visit the Defense Against the Dark Arts office."

"Alright then, the previous promise is null and void. You must submit a paper on the Vanishing Charm by the next class. As for the length... how about three feet?"

What else can Xilun say?

He inexplicably found himself with a three-foot-long paper assignment, and he had no idea how he left the Transfiguration Office or how he ended up in front of the portrait of the fat lady on the eighth floor.

“Mibu Mibao,” he said.

The portrait was opened, revealing the passageway behind it leading to the Gryffindor common room.

It was still early, and there were quite a few people in the common room. Most of them were playing chess or playing jacks to pass the time.

The fifth-grade students occupied a few relatively quiet corners, diligently working on their mountain of homework.

Harry and Ron were scratching their heads at a piece of parchment, clearly very focused, and Siren didn't even glance at it when he walked over and sat down.

"Harry, what's the process for making the shrinking potion again?"

"Peel the wrinkled figs, simmer them in a crucible for 30 minutes, then add daisy root powder and immediately stir clockwise 3 times..."

“No, no, what you’re saying are the steps from the book,” Ron interrupted him. “But Snape asked us to write down the steps he provided, which are completely different from those in the book.”

“I don’t know.” Harry stared at the blank parchment in front of him, shaking his head blankly. “That was written years ago, how could I possibly remember it?”

Didn't you write it down?

"I remembered it, but I threw it away a long time ago."

“Well, me too.” Ron sighed. “Snape must be crazy. Why else would he make us write down everything we’ve learned before?”

"That's because all potions can appear on OWL's exam papers," Hermione said irritably, tossing a notebook onto the table.

The notebook was full of her notes from Potions class, including the process of shrinking potions.

“That’s great, thank you Hermione, you’re our savior!” Ron said happily, picking up his notebook.

He wasn't exaggerating at all. If they couldn't finish the homework Snape assigned, he certainly wouldn't let them off the hook in Potions class tomorrow. "And this," Hermione said, glancing at Ron's astronomy homework lying beside her, "Jupiter's largest moon is Ganymede, and Io is the only one with volcanoes."

"Oh, thank you." Ron hurriedly crossed out the misspelled sentence.

At the same time, they finally saw Xilun sitting opposite them.

"Oh, when did you get back?" Hermione asked in surprise.

“Just now, when you were discussing the shrinking potion,” Xiren said, dipping his quill in ink and beginning to write rapidly on the parchment.

Hermione glanced at it curiously.

[On the Principles, Practice, and Application of the Vanishing Charm]

The Vanishing Charm, unlike spells that hide or make objects invisible, is a transmutation spell—it turns an object into "nothingness"...

“Wait, Siron, this is Transfiguration homework, we don’t need to do this,” Hermione said.

In the previous Transformation class, only she and Siron successfully made the snail disappear, so Professor McGonagall exempted them from their homework.

“I know, but… there was a little hiccup.” Sirius glanced at Harry, but ultimately didn’t tell them about Sirius.

"In any case, I'll need to hand in an assignment next time I have a transformation class," he sighed.

"Ah, I see."

Hermione suddenly clapped her hands, startling Harry and Ron.

“You definitely want to write down your understanding of the Vanishing Charm so that Professor McGonagall can point out your shortcomings, right?” Hermione said confidently, while giving Siron a strange look.

A moment later, she quickly took out new parchment and a quill from her bag.

"But you're right, temporary success doesn't mean we've completely mastered the spell..."

She skillfully laid out the parchment.

"Sirlen, you really should have reminded me when I was slacking off."

what?
Seeing Hermione complaining yet full of energy, Siron momentarily forgot what to say.

This is punishment for him; to put it bluntly, it's another form of confinement. If he could, he definitely wouldn't have done this assignment.

How come this kind of punishment is treated as me not telling Hermione about something good?
Harry and Ron were also dumbfounded.

This is the first time they've seen anyone voluntarily increase their homework load since the start of the semester, and there are even two such people.

“You’re all crazy, you must all be crazy.” Ron looked at them as if he had seen something terrifying, but couldn’t help saying, “If you really have that much free time, how about helping us with our homework? My wrists are about to break from writing!”

Hermione ignored him and kept taking out various books related to Transfiguration, flipping through them with great interest.

She was so glad she had discovered Xilun's 'conspiracy'... No wonder his shapeshifting was so good, he had been secretly learning it all along, he was so cunning.

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(End of this chapter)