Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 32: Timid Quirrell

Maybe it was because of their shared experience of having points deducted, but after Halloween, the time Harry, Hermione, and Ron spent together began to increase rapidly.

Although there were occasional minor frictions between Ron and Hermione, which prevented them from being inseparable, it was almost there.

At least after Halloween, the three of them had been sitting together in class.

The trio begins to emerge.

Xi Lun also found it quite magical... He didn't know if it was fate's guidance. Although there were some deviations in the process, Harry finally found his external brain.

And what happened in the room on the fourth floor that day... Xi Lun thought the school would at least make a symbolic investigation, but it turned out there was nothing.

The professors seemed to have agreed not to mention anything about the three-headed dog or the troll. Even if a student asked about it, they would only get the answer of Peeves playing a prank.

It's as if the whole thing never happened.

Oh, except for Quirrell. He took a leave of absence and didn't come to class for several days. Snape has been teaching the class. According to him:

"Your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was frightened by a prank and he needs to rest." His tone was full of disdain and contempt for Quirrell.

He seemed to be in a good mood and would occasionally make a little joke about Quirrell during class.

But correspondingly, Harry was not very happy.

Snape's dislike for Harry didn't seem to change because of the different courses, and it even seemed to get worse. If Defense Against the Dark Arts needed an experimental assistant, that person would definitely be Harry.

If the textbook content is really not necessary, Snape will create the conditions himself.

The first thing Harry did when he opened his eyes every day was to check his schedule. If he saw Defense Against the Dark Arts or Potions class, he would always curse Snape for five minutes and then feel listless all day long.

In a sense, Harry was probably the only person in the school who hoped Quirrell would get better soon.

After all, although Snape targeted Harry, his class was indeed much more interesting than Quirrell's, and most people liked it.

Harry's prayers seemed to work.

The following week, Quirrell reappeared in Hogwarts Castle.

It's just that he looks even weirder than before, and the most obvious manifestation is the strange smell on him.

Before it smelled of garlic, but now there was also a hint of rotten onions.

"I learned this from a wizarding tribe," he explained during a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. "This smell repels magical beasts."

Xi Lun had reason to suspect that the "many-headed magical beasts" he mentioned were referring to the three-headed dog Fluffy.

Harry had told him about that day; he didn't know the details, but he remembered everything about Quirrell.

Simply put, he was so scared that he vomited, all the way from the fourth floor to the school hospital.

In a sense, being able to vomit for so long is a gift.

But Quirrell himself refused to admit it and just mumbled a few words to get over it. When Ron impatiently asked him what happened that day, Quirrell's face turned red and he spoke vaguely, and then he said something that no one could understand, such as "the care and prevention of magical creatures" and "even be on guard against colleagues".

He also talked about the weather and the onions in the school kitchen, which made everyone laugh and filled the classroom with a joyful atmosphere.

Sadly, this doesn't change the fact that Defense Against the Dark Arts has become boring again.

In this atmosphere, Hogwarts also entered November.

The weather was getting colder, and most people changed into thick robes and cloaks.

Harry had been particularly busy these days, as Quidditch season had begun and the team members were required to undergo three special training sessions per week, each lasting over two hours. As a novice who knew nothing about anything, Harry's training workload was even greater, leaving early and returning late every day.

Fortunately, there are very few courses in the first grade, and Harry can finish his homework while fully preparing for the competition. Of course, the premise is that Hermione is willing to help him.

Harry was now extremely grateful that he had a friend like Hermione. Under the temptation of homework, he abandoned Ron without hesitation and chose to stand with Hermione.

This made Ron depressed for a long time, until one day, Harry secretly put the homework that Hermione had helped to correct in front of Ron.

After that, Ron gave up struggling and raised his hands firmly.

Hermione's personality is very annoying, but if she is willing to help solve these annoying homework, she will be the most popular witch in the entire Hogwarts, no doubt about it.

Xi Lun did not join the already formed trio. These days, he purchased a batch of wand materials through the school's owl and his own channels.

Originally he wanted to ask his grandfather Ollivander for help, which would not only be convenient but also save a lot of money, but the owl couldn't find him.

The owl he hired with three nuts flew around and returned the letter intact, but it didn't find Ollivander.

Xilun was not too surprised by this result.

In fact, ever since Xi Lun sent the red-hatted neural wand away overnight, his grandfather seemed to have become abnormal, for example, he sent back three blank parchments in a row.

From Wednesday to Friday, there was a reply letter every morning, but there was not a single word in it.

Either a letter written in special ink, or blank parchment.

Later on, it simply disappeared. No one knew where it went and it became autistic. Even the owl couldn't find it.

There was no other way, Xilun could only reluctantly use his own money to buy things.

Fortunately, what he wanted was not expensive, and Malfoy's deposit was a great help.

By the way, Malfoy still hasn't come to see him, as if he had completely forgotten about this.

Then came the long wait.

It was not until noon a few days later that Xilun finally received the package he had been longing for.

At this time he was chatting with Hagrid at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid had collected quite a few goodies over the past few days, including five unicorn tail hairs, a handful of centaur tail hairs, a small bundle of hippogriff feathers, and three two-foot-long spider legs...

Looking at so many good things, Xi Lun suddenly felt a little guilty and couldn't help but reflect on whether his behavior of blowing Lu Wei's mouth with the magic wand that day was a bit too much.

Then a package hit him.

A gray owl dropped a brown paper bag and flew away without looking back, with extremely poor service attitude.

But Xi Lun just rubbed his hit shoulder and didn't care at all.

It's already a great honor for those people in Knockturn Alley to deliver the goods after taking the money, so why should they care about their service attitude?

"Such a big package, what did you buy?" Hagrid asked casually.

"Shut up, dog..." Xi Lun blurted out.

"what?"

"Ah, nothing." Xi Lun waved his hand quickly, "I have to go back first. I'll see you again on the weekend."

(End of this chapter)