Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 18: Those who make magic wands are not normal
Xi Lun has always had a question: are wandering souls without bodies considered wizards or special magical animals?

Or to be more specific... can it be made into a wand core?

"Maybe I can try it first." Xilun thought to himself, but he didn't know if there was any ghost willing to cooperate.

With this question in mind, Xi Lun quickly finished his lunch in the auditorium and went to the underground professor with others.

Snape's Potions class.

This time Xilun was not late and saw the famous scene in his memory as he wished.

"I can teach you how to improve your reputation, create glory, and even prevent death—but there's one thing I have to do: you're not the fools I often encounter."

Snape floated around the classroom like a huge black bat. No one dared to look up and look at him, and no one even dared to breathe loudly.

"Potter, what do I get if I add powdered asphodel root to my wormwood infusion?"

As expected, Snape turned his attention to Harry.

Harry naturally knew nothing about the matter.

Of course, Xi Lun had read "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi". The questions he asked were basically around page 150, which was content for third graders.

Do you expect a freshman to know third-grade content?

Do not make jokes!
No one present, even the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs who were absent, could answer the question except Hermione, the crazy endorser.

"Olivander!"

Xi Lun was complaining about Snape's sinister intentions in his heart when someone hit his arm hard. When he turned around, he saw Neville trembling like a quail, and Snape with his eyes narrowed and his face ashen.

"It seems that someone has decided that they have learned enough and do not need to waste their time attending my lectures anymore, Mr. Ollivander?"

"Of course not, Professor." Xi Lun tried to force a smile.

Oops, I was so engrossed in the show that I forgot Snape also hated people skipping out of his class.

"Really?" Snape's face was cold. "Then could you please tell Potter what the difference is between Aconitum napellus and Aconitum wolfsbane?"

"Ah... Aconitum naviculatum is a smoked herb. It can be roasted with pine needles, cordyceps, trefoil, and beetle shells. The smoke it emits can make parts of the staff more flexible. Willow is most commonly used."

"The same goes for wolfsbane and aconite. They are the same thing."

Xi Lun answered fluently, and some students subconsciously took out parchment and quills, ready to write down the key points.

It’s probably because they didn’t prepare enough for the lesson, they actually had no impression of it at all.

"Stop, don't remember this!" Snape roared.

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing.

Snape looked at Ciron again, his eye twitching.

To be honest, what Xi Lun said was true.

This content is from the third volume of Zygmunt Budge's "Book of Magic Potions" - "The Magical Combination of Potions and Wands"

Strictly speaking, this is not a standard potion book, but a love letter written by Zygmunt Budge in his youth in pursuit of a girl who was obsessed with wandology.

This kind of thing has absolutely no reference value in alchemy, but Zygmunt Bage is too famous. He is not only the most famous potion master in the Middle Ages, but also the founder of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association.

Therefore, even his casual works were later summarized and compiled into the most authoritative work on potions, "The Book of Potions".

But again, this thing is useless...

No, Siren is an Ollivander, he can really use this information! It's like meeting Merlin!
Snape felt so uncomfortable, it was even more uncomfortable than if he had personally given Gryffindor 50 extra points.

He wished he had never read the Book of Potions, so he could have deducted points without worrying about it.

But a Potions Master who hasn't read the Book of Potions? That's like a house-elf not being able to sweep the floor or Dumbledore not liking sweets. It's one of the worst jokes of the century.

"Sit down!" Snape accepted it with his nose pinched, glanced at Xiren, turned around and left.

Aconitum, one of the scarcest ingredients, even more expensive than dragon's blood by weight. Wouldn't it be great to brew this good stuff into a potion? Actually, they're burning smoked wood! Smoked wood!
Pooh!
These people who make wands are all out of their minds!

Xiren blinked blankly, not understanding why Snape suddenly became angry.

Aconitum naviculare and Aconitum wolfsbane are the same thing, he was not wrong, he even mentioned their uses.

Xi Lun remembered it very clearly. When he was nine years old, he had read about this in the "Book of Potions". It must be correct.

Xi Lun couldn't figure it out and could only blame it all on Harry.

He must have been implicated!

But there was also good news. Snape ignored him throughout the entire Potions class. Even when checking his homework, he just glanced at it quickly and walked away.

"That's nothing. At least give me one point." Xi Lun muttered softly as he looked at the bright pink potion in his crucible.

A standard boil potion, nothing wrong with that.

Xi Lun was quite confident in his potion skills. After all, as a wand maker, he often had to prepare the corresponding infiltration liquid according to the different materials of the wand.

This was no easy task, even with the generic version he used in his dorm, it would take almost six hours.

In comparison, making a boil potion is so easy.

But Snape didn't even look at it.

This petty old bat.

Xi Lun left the classroom below cursing.

He didn't care that much about the house points, but Snape's blatant targeting was too much. Even an adult would want to punch him twice.

Xilun is of course no exception.

"Snape is just like that, so unreasonable." Ron walked over to Ciron and whispered, "I heard from Fred that he never gives extra points to Gryffindor."

"This is not right!" Hermione quickened her pace and walked over.

"Siron is the only one who can make a boil potion. He can't pretend not to see it. We can go find Professor McGonagall."

"Actually, he can," Ron shrugged.

"By the way, can I go with you to see Hagrid?" This was said to Harry.

During lunch, Harry received a note inviting Hagrid to have tea at three o'clock.

It's almost three o'clock now.

"Of course," Harry said, looking at Siren again. "Do you want to come with me? I remember you said before that you wanted to help him fix something."

"Ah, yes." Xi Lun nodded, "But I have other things to do later, so I won't go with you."

"Oh, okay then." Harry didn't care. After coming out of the dungeon, he and Ron left the castle and went to find Hagrid.

(End of this chapter)