Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 17 Professor Quirrell's Scarf

That night, until the early hours of the morning, Siron kept thinking about the reason why the wand was successfully made.

He considered many different possibilities, the most convincing of which was that Ron's strong desire for his own wand influenced the final outcome.

And this is highly likely.

In the magical world, emotions are also a special kind of magic, and they are very important.

Many spells are performed based on emotions. For example, the most famous Patronus Charm requires evoking happy emotions and memories.

And then there's Apparition; you have to have an unwavering belief in your ability to do it for the magic to succeed... that's what's called determination.

These are all the power of emotions.

If that's the case, it's not surprising that Ron could influence the outcome of the spell.

Those two traits don't seem to suit Ron very well.

Poison curses, scorching heat, and the Tarantella dance are all poison curses that can cause trouble but are not fatal.

Is Ron skilled in this kind of spell?

I don't think so.

There's also the Explosion Curse, which is clearly Seamus's signature move... though it could also be Red Hat's.

This thing loves to explode; even a fire salamander's tail seems more stable than it.

In the early hours of the morning, Xilun, who was so sleepy he could hardly stay awake, rubbed his forehead, changed into his pajamas, and lay down on the bed.

Well, whatever you say, he succeeded.

Moreover, based on his past experience, once this wand is successfully made, the success rate will increase significantly when using the same wand core in the future.

It was an unexpected gain, and quite a significant one at that.

After all, compared to unicorns and dragons, Red Hats are really cheap magical creatures. When he buys Red Hats' hearts in Knockturn Alley, they are sold by the pound, five hearts per pound, two siecos, and most of the time they even throw in some toad tongues or lizard tails.

Roughly speaking, the cost of a single red-hatted heart nerve is... less than twenty nut.

Ollivander had previously believed that the cores made from these dark creatures were unstable and unable to resonate with the wizard's magic, thinking that Siron was doing something futile.

But he actually did it!

"No!" Xilun suddenly sat up in bed.

Whether to show off or for some other reason, he had to write a letter to Ollivander...

Still sleeping? Get up and start questioning your existence!

Siren didn't even wait until tomorrow morning; he quietly left the common room in the early hours of the morning and went to the owl shed.

Oh, and he also ran into the Weasley twins on the way.

According to them, Mrs. Lorris was still at the school hospital, and Filch was struggling alone, so this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a night out was absolutely not to be missed.

They also praised Siron's behavior, saying he was a true Gryffindor.

Ok……

Talking is fine, but swearing is wrong of you!

After parting ways with the twins, Celen hurriedly ran to the owlhouse, delivered the letter and wand, and then returned to the Gryffindor common room.

Just as the twins said, tonight was a perfect day for a night out; he didn't run into Filch along the way.

But the consequence of doing so was that he was late the next day, and it happened during Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

"Sorry, Professor, I'm lost," Siren said awkwardly, standing in the doorway.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley have already used that reason," Professor McGonagall said, pursing her lips.

"I hope you can give me a different excuse. I think a freshman in a college needs three maps."

"I'm sorry, Professor, it won't happen again." Siren sighed.

"I hope you remember this promise," Professor McGonagall said. "Two points deducted from Gryffindor. Now you'd better find a seat quickly, we're about to begin the lesson."

Xilun strode to the last row and sat down, feeling somewhat annoyed.

As expected, he overslept because he went out for a walk last night.

This was their first Transfiguration class, which meant he had actually missed Professor McGonagall's famous Animagus Transfiguration scene!

Professor McGonagall would appear in the classroom as a tabby cat during the first Transfiguration class for freshmen, and then transform back into human form in front of everyone, giving the students a little shock of Transfiguration.

Because Xilun arrived so late, and there were two other people ahead of him who were also late, he missed this scene.

It's all Harry and Ron's fault!

Siren silently decided to add another Galleon to the price of Ron's wand.

Don't ask why, just say he lacks martial ethics.

The lesson is very simple: basic transformation—turning a match into a needle.

Of course, the simplicity here is in comparison to other content in the book, but for the freshmen in class today, even the basic Transfiguration is enough to make them scratch their heads.

When get out of class ended, only two people had managed to make the match change.

One is Hermione, and the other is Celeste.

Moreover, Xilun was the first to finish, regaining the two points that had been deducted.

Hermione was quite unconvinced, believing that Siren had practiced beforehand.

Of course, that's for sure.

Wizards usually receive their own wands at the age of eleven, which is before the start of Hogwarts, but Siron had a wand when he was nine, and more than one.

Why did he painstakingly create the wand? It was so that he could experience magic in advance.

If I don't do something with it, wouldn't it be a waste to have gotten the wand?

After Transfiguration came Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Professor Quirrell's class turned into a complete joke, as his thick, long scarf always reeked of garlic.

"It smells even worse than the potion you use to soak your wand," Seamus commented after class.

"Hey, that's oil from herbs and trees," Siren couldn't help but retort. "A pint of that costs five gallons."

"So expensive!" Ximo's voice changed.

He only gets five Galleons in pocket money for the whole school year!

"What do you think? Making wands is an expensive business," Siron said.

"Five Galleons for one?" Harry asked in surprise.

"No, that's enough to soak about a hundred sticks."

"what?"

"That's still more expensive than garlic, isn't it?"

"That's true."

The group chatted as they walked toward the auditorium.

"Oh, right." Harry suddenly remembered something, "Shillon, why were you staring at Professor Quirrell the whole time you were casting Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"I was staring at Professor Quirrell, wasn't I?" Siren blinked.

"Yes, yes, we all saw it," Neville whispered, offering a fair assessment.

"That obvious?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

There were all sorts of people doing all sorts of things in the classroom, but Celen was staring at Professor Quirrell's head the whole time. How could it not be obvious?

"Oh, I'm just curious what's under his scarf, whether he really has a bunch of garlic hidden there," Celen said. "Aren't you curious too?"

"Hmm... I'm curious." The group nodded honestly.

"...But we won't stare," Harry continued. "Haven't you noticed? Professor Quirrell started avoiding you for the second half of the class."

"Really? I'll be more careful next time."