Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 109 Treasure House

After the herbalism class, Siron handed the scissors and the wrapped wrinkled figs to Professor Sprout, and returned to the castle with the others.

“I’m a little hungry,” Harry said, rubbing his stomach. “I hope there will be pumpkin pie for dinner tonight; it would be delicious.”

“That’s only for Halloween,” Hermione said. “Today it should be beef pies.”

“That’s good too,” Harry said.

After crossing the area, the group quickly arrived at the stone steps of the castle.

"Come here, Harry, we've been waiting for you!"

Oliver Wood stood in front of the castle gate, dressed in a red Quidditch uniform, and waved vigorously at Harry. "I was just about to go to the greenhouse to look for you."

“Oliver, what’s up?” Harry asked.

"Of course, it's training."

Oliver Wood said, pulling out a broom from behind him, “Professor McGonagall said we can use the Quidditch pitch after Halloween. I even put up a notice in the common room yesterday morning. You didn’t see it, did you?”

Harry then realized that he had also joined the Quidditch team.

"Let's hurry." Wood didn't dwell on it and pulled him toward the field. "We're already two months behind. Let's make sure we catch up before the first game!"

“My broom…” Harry struggled to say, “My broom is still in the common room, I have to go back there first.”

"Don't worry, the Weasley brothers have already taken it for you."

Harry didn't even have time for dinner before he was dragged off to training.

Judging from Wood's tone, it seems he wants to make up for all the training he missed before the competition starts next month.

Hopefully Harry will come back standing up.

Upon returning to the castle, Siron did not go back to the common room with Ron and Hermione, but instead went to the library.

But he didn't stay to read today. Instead, he waited until almost everyone else had gone home before coming up to the eighth floor alone and wandering around aimlessly.

"This must be it." In the middle of a corridor that few people frequent, Xiren stopped and looked thoughtfully at a tapestry on the wall.

The tapestry depicts the story of the troll beating Barnabas with a stick, and opposite it is a clean wall with no paintings or decorative armor.

Okay, I'll give it a try.

Siren began pacing in front of the wall, focusing intently on what he needed...

A place to hide things, a place to hide things...

The third time I passed by, the previously blank wall suddenly changed... a door appeared.

A brand new, smooth, shiny door with a gold handle.

The Room of Requirement is the most magical room at Hogwarts, said to always transform into the most suitable room according to the user's needs.

If someone wants to avoid Filch while out at night, the Room of Requirement will turn into a broomhouse. If someone wants to practice magic, the room will be filled with spellbooks, spellcasting dummies, and magic-defense devices.

What Siron needs is a place to hide things.

He reached out and grasped the doorknob, pressed it down, and the door opened.

When Xilun saw the situation inside, he couldn't help but gasp.

This place is like a huge, maze-like warehouse; the rooms are bigger than the auditorium, yet there's no way to walk through them.

The cabinets, towering to the ceiling, were crammed together crookedly; broken crucibles were piled up like small mountains; and various books, candlesticks, bed boards, and other miscellaneous items were scattered everywhere, as if centuries of clutter had been piled up here.

Xilun stood at the door, not daring to go in for a while. He decisively turned around, walked out of the room, slammed the door shut, and continued pacing.

A place to hide things... ideally, the Ravenclaw tiara, which has been made into a Horcrux, should be visible as soon as you open the door...

After three times in a row, Xiren opened the door again... and it was the same familiar scene.

Undeterred, Xilun tried again, this time explaining his needs in more detail, but unfortunately, the House of Requirement still couldn't fulfill his request.

It's probably that the rooms can change, but the entrance can only be fixed.

Xilun had no choice but to bite the bullet and enter this storage room that resembled a city.

He wanted to find that crown, but he had no idea where to start.

The room was enormous, and the walls, made of various odds and ends, were crumbling. When Xilun accidentally kicked an umbrella, the mountain of suitcases, kettles, and brooms collapsed with a crash, knocking over hundreds of cabinets and a four-poster bed next to it.

Xilun became more cautious, walking carefully along the narrow path. Half an hour later, the road ahead seemed to have no end.

Worried about getting lost, Xiren had no choice but to return the way he came. During this time, he did see a few crowns, but they were just ordinary decorations, not the kind he wanted.

It took another half hour to get back, and that was only one small path in the "maze".

In Celen's view, finding Ravenclaw's tiara in a short period of time was simply an impossible task, unless he didn't go home for the holidays this year and stayed in this place for two months.

Even if he were willing, the school would never agree.

Siren had reason to suspect that Harry's ability to find the tiara on his first visit was likely due to a connection between them, both being Horcruxes. Perhaps he should be shown it sometime?
Xilun stroked his chin.

Getting Harry here isn't difficult, and getting his help is easy too. The only problem is that Harry is too curious and can't keep things to himself, which could easily lead to new trouble.

After all, his plan to use Voldemort's soul fragments to create a wand core wasn't exactly in accordance with the Wizarding Code, so it was best not to let others know.

Forget it, we'll see when the time comes. Besides, Harry might not have time to help him with this right now.

Siren shook his head and left the Room of Requirement.

……

Harry simply didn't have the time; Oliver Wood was training the players like a madman, practically requesting the stadium's usage rights eight times a week.

Like him was Slytherin's Marcus Flint; the two sides had many conflicts over the use of the pitch, but fortunately they were all small-scale conflicts, and no one was sent to the school hospital.

They had to restrain themselves mainly because they were afraid that Professor McGonagall would ban them from using the court again.

Oliver Wood felt a little insecure about the seven brand-new Nimbus 2001s held by the Slytherins, so in the end he simply staggered his training time with the Slytherins, choosing to train in the morning instead.

Whether it's Slytherin or the other three houses, everyone trains at night, specifically from after dinner until curfew.

If he chooses to do it in the morning, he can not only apply for the right to use the court every day, but he also won't be rushed to finish quickly.

Of course, he didn't miss out on Gryffindor's three evening training sessions a week either.

However, this made things difficult for the other team members.

Harry is now woken up by Oliver Wood at five o'clock every morning and groggily carries a broom to the field.

These past few days he's always looked sleepy, and the dark circles under his eyes are getting more and more obvious. That night, while eating, he almost fell headfirst into his porridge bowl.

“How about I go to Professor McGonagall and ask her to find a reason to put Oliver in solitary confinement for two days?” Siron said. He was really worried that Harry might fall asleep on his broom one day. If Wood was put in solitary confinement for two days, the others could also get some rest.

Besides, Harry is always like this, so he can't even open his mouth to ask for help.

“No, please don’t do that.” Harry snapped out of it and waved his hands at Siron. “I’m afraid we’ll have to get up at four o’clock after his detention ends.”

He yawned. "What day of the week is it today?"

“Tuesday,” Hermione said.

"Thank goodness." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. No training on Tuesday night, he could finally finish his homework and go to bed early.

Seeing Harry's listless appearance, Hermione felt a little sorry for him. "How about I lend you my homework?"

“Thank you, Hermione,” Harry said gratefully. “You’ve helped me a lot.”

That way, he can sleep for another hour.

“Yes, thank you.” Ron nodded in agreement.

“No need for Quidditch training, write it yourself,” Hermione said bluntly.

Ron was a little unhappy and turned his head away, no longer talking to her.

Normally, Harry would step in to smooth things over at this point, but he wasn't in the mood for it at all.

Xilun was also thinking about other things.

After dinner, he went to the House of Requirement again.

He's been coming here quite often these past few days. At first, he was looking for the crown, but then he realized that this place is a huge treasure trove.

He even found a seven-handled broom from the 14th century here. Of course, this broom, which is over 600 years old, is no longer usable, but thanks to its unique magical craftsmanship, the broom handle is still well preserved.

Moreover, flying was an aristocratic sport in the 12th century, so the brooms were naturally made of the finest materials.

When Xilun took it apart, the internal texture was still clearly visible.

Two-hundred-year-old ash wood from the magical forests of Sweden was made into brooms and then preserved for over six hundred years using a unique magical process.

After removing the rough parts of the surface, the grain and texture of this high-quality ash wood are simply like a work of art.

In addition, the 16th-century Silver Arrow is also quite good. As for the Moon Dream from the last century and the Comet from fifty years ago, Celeste thought they weren't old enough and threw them back.

In addition, Xiren also found some strange eggshells and gems, but the magical reaction inside the eggshells had completely disappeared, and the gems were worthless and even posed a danger.

Come to think of it, this place contains only old furniture and things that Hogwarts students hid and then forgot to take away.

What they can hide is probably not something good. Xilun once saw a bloodstained axe and several bottles with their mouths plugged still gleaming with an evil light.

As usual, Siron searched again but still couldn't find Ravenclaw's crown before leaving.

"It seems I'll have to get Harry's help," Siren thought to himself as he returned to the common room.

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(End of this chapter)