Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 46 Midnight Howl and Weak Xi Lun
A lot happened on Christmas Eve.

The first was Hagrid's first time having dinner with everyone in the castle hall, and Siren received a special gift.

Secondly, the castle was extremely lively that night. It was said that someone broke into the restricted area of ​​the library, causing shrill and creepy screams to be heard from there in the second half of the night.

Filch searched the castle like crazy for the culprit, but after a whole night of searching, he still didn't see anybody, as if the person didn't exist at all.

Even the ghosts that are everywhere in the castle have no clue.

By the next day, this incident had become a topic of conversation among the ghosts to relieve their boredom.

Nearly Headless Nick, the Fat Friar, and Sir Podmore of the Headless Hunters huddled around a plate of rotten, smelly cheese pudding, wondering who the mysterious intruder was.

After all, being able to avoid Filch is not a big deal. Not even seeing the ghost and the portrait is a real skill.

"It must be the two Weasleys in your college. They often violate school rules and may have mastered some secret passage that no one else knows about." Sir Podmore held his head and put it through the cheese, as if that was enough to mean he had eaten it.

Nick had envied Sir Podmore for being able to take his head off entirely, and had envied him for centuries.

After hearing his words, Nick's eyes lit up.

"It's definitely not the Weasley brothers," he said. "Patrick, do you want to know why? I'll tell you if you agree to let me join the Headless Hunt."

"I have plenty of time to find out the truth, Nick." Sir Podmore adjusted the angle of his head with his hands and said with a smile, "And I've said it many times, the Headless Hunters only accept ghosts whose heads and bodies are completely separated."

"Please don't do this," begged the nearly headless Nick. "My neck was hacked 45 times and it was only half an inch away from falling off completely... I dream of joining the Headless Hunters."

"I must correct you, Nick, ghosts don't dream!"

"..."

The chat ended in a bad mood. Nearly Headless Nick and Sir Podmore left in a huff, leaving the Fat Friar alone.

He seemed to have expected this to happen and was not surprised at all.

They were always like this, arguing over half an inch and never getting tired of it. The next time they met, they would definitely quarrel again. The ghosts were used to it.

However, from the few words just now, the fat monk found a new clue.

First of all, we can rule out the most likely candidates, the Weasley brothers. Nick seems to have verified this. As the representative ghost of Gryffindor, his words are still very reliable.

However, according to the portrait of the Fat Lady, someone seemed to have passed by her last night, so Gryffindor is still the biggest suspect.

And before this, Nick had said that the lights in some Gryffindor dormitories were on until the early morning, and strange noises could be heard from time to time.

I don't know if it has anything to do with this incident.

The next night, the ghosts thought that the library screamer would continue to commit crimes, so they all stayed near the library.

Filch thought the same.

But unfortunately, the whole night passed without them seeing a single person, and the library was completely silent.

Then came the third day.

There was some gain that night. Someone appeared on the second floor, but it was Headmaster Dumbledore. There was something floating around him that I didn't know what it was.

It was very large and looked like a mirror or a wooden board or something, covered with a velvet cloth, so you couldn't see anything.

Filch was extremely disappointed, but he certainly didn't dare to arrest the headmaster and put him in detention, so he could only walk away in anger. During the rest of the Christmas holidays, no one approached the second-floor library at night. The castle seemed to have returned to its former tranquility, and everything seemed no different from usual.

No, you can’t say that either.

Fred and George suddenly realized that they seemed to be missing someone.

Xi Lun had not appeared for a long time. He was nowhere to be seen in the venue, the Quidditch field, or the common room. It was as if he had disappeared.

Or maybe he secretly left Hogwarts through a secret passage.

Fortunately, George finally discovered that Xi Lun would appear in the auditorium for ten minutes every night, which cleared him of the suspicion of sneaking out of school.

Another night, Fred and George timed themselves perfectly and finally caught Xiren, who was hurrying in at the door of the auditorium.

“It’s so hard to find you!”

"Tell me quickly, what have you been doing mysteriously lately?"

The two men held Xi Lun on the left and right. Fred was about to say something else, but when he looked up, he saw the dark circles under Xi Lun's eyes and pale, dry lips.

"Merlin's beard!" Fred exclaimed, and without caring about his curiosity, he and George supported Xi Lun and ran into the auditorium.

After eating five slices of toast, three sausages, a whole roast chicken, two sandwiches and a large bottle of pumpkin juice, Xilun's complexion finally looked much better.

Although the dark circles are still there, at least he doesn't look as weak anymore.

"What's the matter with you?" George couldn't help but said, "You look like you haven't eaten all day."

"It's not like..." Xi Lun shook his head, "I just didn't eat for a day."

"Hogwarts has banned you from coming to the Great Hall during the day?" Fred didn't understand.

"Not really." Xi Lun shook his head. "I'm just too focused on my homework and always miss the deadline."

"You'd better save that kind of talk for Quirrell," Fred sneered. "Maybe he'll be so touched he'll give Gryffindor two points."

"And you can only fool Quirrell, because no one else would wrap a stupid scarf around their head," said George.

"Well, actually I'm making a wand," said Siren.

"Great, we can add Filch this time." Fred glanced at him. "You don't think we know nothing, do you?"

"A Guide to Wand Making and Using is available in the school library," George said. "We've calculated that, excluding the necessary preparations, it shouldn't take more than an hour to make a wand."

"Surely it won't take you that long."

"If it's a normal wand, about ten minutes?" Xilun said after thinking for a while.

"That's right," Fred leaned forward. "You said you were making wands, but you spent the whole day in the dorms. Isn't that inconsistent?"

Xi Lun scratched his hair. This time he was telling the truth.

Besides, he hadn't been in the dormitory for just one day, but ten days, from the day after Christmas until now, and he had been struggling with the wand.

It was too hard. Although the giant's spine had shrunk to about two feet, its quality hadn't changed at all. For Xilun, embedding it completely into the staff and filling every magic rune was undoubtedly a test of both technique and physical strength.

(End of this chapter)