Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 38 Prejudice
This Quidditch match was not smooth sailing. Many problems occurred during the match, and Harry was almost thrown off his new broom from a height of thirty feet.

After the game, he was eager to find someone with whom he could talk freely and discuss things, so after a brief celebration, he went to Hagrid's hut with Ron and Hermione.

This was the safest place he could think of.

Harry went up and knocked on the door.

In the past, when he came, Hagrid would always open the door as soon as possible, but this time he waited for a long time and there was no movement in the room.

There was not even a sound of teeth crying.

"No one?" Harry looked towards the window in confusion, but the curtains blocked his view and he couldn't see anything.

"That shouldn't be the case. I clearly saw Hagrid come back just now." Ron also walked forward and tried to look through the keyhole. "I'm sure I won't mistake Hagrid, right?"

"Maybe he and Fang are in the Forbidden Forest again," said Hermione.

But at this moment, the wooden door suddenly creaked and was opened from the inside.

"Hagrid!" Harry looked up in surprise. "I thought you weren't home."

"Ah, something's happened. I can't leave right now," Hagrid said, feeling a bit guilty. "Come in and warm up."

The three of them didn't suspect anything and walked quickly into the wooden house.

It was really cold outside in November, and the wind felt like a knife. It was more comfortable to be in the house with the stove on.

At the same time they also saw another guest in the house.

"Xiren..." Harry asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"As you can see." Xi Lun pointed to the huge stick on the ground in front of him, "making handicrafts."

Only then did Harry notice that Xi Lun was still holding a saw and there was a pile of sawdust on the ground.

He was a little confused, but didn't ask any more questions.

The three of them looked at each other at the same time. Ron was about to say something, but quickly changed the subject and started discussing the recent weather.

Harry and Hermione joined in the conversation.

Because they had no prior preparation, the three of them were just forcing the conversation, from the weather to homework to Quidditch, each topic was more awkward than the last.

At first, Hagrid would agree with him, but later he stopped talking and the atmosphere became more and more awkward.

Hermione frowned. She had noticed from the beginning that Hagrid seemed very nervous and his eyes were always looking in one direction.

Sometimes, when he was in the middle of speaking, he would subconsciously turn his head.

Secretly memorizing his actions, Hermione also glanced over there.

But she saw nothing but a burning fireplace and an old sheet hanging there.

Strange, what's so exciting about these things... Hermione didn't understand and thought she was looking in the wrong place.

But the wooden house was so small that she looked around but didn't find anything wrong.

If I have to say... maybe Xilun can be considered one.

He didn't go to watch the game today, and seemed to be the only Gryffindor student who didn't go to watch the game.

Let's just say he's not interested in Quidditch. There are many students like that, including her.

She went to watch the game this time just to cheer for Harry, or to cheer for her own house.

After all, there are rarely such lively large-scale events in Hogwarts. It is a rare opportunity, and it is always more interesting to join in the fun than to stay in the deserted castle.

But Siren didn't go, and it wasn't because of anything important, he just wanted to whittle wood. Siren and Harry were friends, right? Hermione didn't understand why he didn't go to cheer on his friend's game just to whittle wood.

In addition, Hagrid's strange behavior is also worrying.

Her eyes moved back and forth between Xi Lun and Hagrid, but she could not see anything. This feeling was too uncomfortable.

And Ron's out-of-place voice.

"Hermione, don't you think so..."

"We can trust Siren." An irritated Hermione had no idea what Ron was asking her, so she simply said, "Let's get straight to the point. There's no need to be secretive."

"We, of course we believe him," said Ron, sounding a little stiff.

"What are you talking about?" Hagrid brewed pine needle tea and placed it in front of them.

"Someone was trying to hurt Harry during the Quidditch match," said Hermione. "He nearly fell off his broom!"

"Snape did it." Ron stopped worrying and turned to Harry, saying, "Hermione and I saw it. He was casting a spell on your broomstick, mumbling to himself, and staring at you the whole time."

"Nonsense." Hagrid naturally didn't believe Ron's one-sided statement. "Why would Snape do such a thing?"

“We don’t know, but we saw it.”

"Maybe he's reciting the spell to break it." Xi Lun, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up. "After all, you need to keep your eyes on the target when reciting the spell to break it."

"Xi Lun?" Ron turned his head in disbelief. "Why are you..."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to defend Snape. I'm just adding a possibility," Siren interrupted him. "Even though you don't believe it, judging by the current situation, it's not impossible."

Neither Harry nor Ron spoke. Hermione stared at her teacup, a thoughtful look on her face.

"You guys chat, I'm going back now." Xi Lun stood up and pointed to the thinner wooden stick in front of him. "Hagrid, can I take this with me?"

"Okay, take it." Hagrid agreed without much hesitation.

This thing is just a piece of wood, so it’s no big deal to give it to Xilun.

"Thank you." Xiren said. He used a levitation spell to control the wooden stick and left the cabin past the three people.

It didn't matter whether Snape was trying to harm Harry or save him, because Harry already had the answer.

The prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain, and Harry's prejudice against Snape can be connected into a mountain range.

In this situation, even if Xilun told him the truth now, he would not believe it. Even if the culprit admitted it himself, he would still have some doubts in his heart.

Of course, this was also Snape's own fault. No one could tolerate the things he did. Harry was considered a coward for not turning against him yet.

After putting the wooden stick back in the dormitory, Xi Lun went to the auditorium for lunch.

Not long after, Harry and the other two came back.

I don’t know if it was because of what they said in the cabin, but they didn’t choose to sit next to Xilun as usual, but sat far away from him.

But Xi Lun could understand it.

To a little wizard who was only eleven years old, his previous words were no different from directly "surrendering to the enemy", so it was normal for him to be confused for a while.

But Xi Lun didn't care.

In addition to attending classes and doing homework every day, he also has to go to Hagrid's cabin in his spare time to perfect the wand core, adjust the polished wand shaft, and engrave magic runs on it. He is very busy all day and has no time to pay attention to the emotions of Harry and the others.

(End of this chapter)