Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 122 Hello, Riddle
Even though it's not time for school to start yet, Hogwarts seems to have suddenly become lively.

“It’s all because of what you said in the newspaper.” Hermione slammed her book down on the table. “Everyone’s gathered at the entrance to the common room, waiting to see you destroy the Chamber of Secrets.”

"Am I talking about today?" Xiren thought carefully for a moment. "If I remember correctly, tomorrow is the last day of the holiday, and it's also the day everyone takes the train back to school."

“Yes, you’re right, but the newspaper also said you’d resolve the issue before the students return to school.” Hermione pulled out a copy of the Daily Prophet and spread it out on the table.

"The students will all be back tomorrow night, which obviously doesn't fit this description."

“No wonder.” Xilun nodded in realization.

“I suggest you don’t go out today.” Harry also looked up from the chessboard.

“We can help you go find Professor McGonagall,” Hermione said. “She’ll definitely have a way to end this farce.”

“It’s alright, no need to go to the professor.” Xiren glanced at the parchment in his hand again, narrowing his eyes. “Besides, I don’t think this is any farce.”

"That's right, this is the most important moment before the opening ceremony."

Just then, Fred and George walked in from outside, each carrying a large box.

"Where did you go?" Ron asked. "What's in the box?"

"Of course, these are props we specially prepared to destroy the secret room!" Fred said, opening the box in front of everyone.

It's full of difficult-to-pull fireworks. Judging from the packaging, it should be the "water-blooming" series. This is a type of firework that needs to be lit with water, and it will leave you feeling wet when it lands on you.

The box George was holding contained Fire Dragon Breath, a type of firework that, when lit, creates a spectacular display resembling dragon flames, making it the perfect choice for enlivening the atmosphere.

“You…” Hermione looked at the two of them, “You’re not planning to use this to fake the destruction of the Chamber of Secrets, are you?”

“Great idea, right?” Fred winked. “We thought about it for a long time before we came up with it.”

“It’s used up almost all of the Galleons,” George said with a laugh. “By evening, they’ll be scattered throughout the castle!”

"The Astronomical Tower..."

"Corner tower..."

"And the auditorium, who says a secret room can't be hidden in the auditorium?"

Fred and George's eyes lit up. What a great opportunity! They could openly set off fireworks in the castle. At that moment, they thought that Siron, who came up with the idea of ​​destroying the secret chamber, was a genius.

"You can't do this!" Percy ran out of the dorm. "You're breaking school rules! I'll..."

“We’re clearly helping the school eliminate potential dangers,” Fred said, looking at him seriously. “You’re a prefect, do you really think you can stop us?”

"But your fireworks..."

"What fireworks? This is our secret weapon against the monster in the locked room!" George said with a grin. "Maybe the monster is afraid of fireworks?"

Percy knew he couldn't win an argument with the two of them, and his face turned red with anger. "I...I'm going to tell Mom!"

"Come on, you idiot," Fred said with a laugh. "Mom doesn't care about any of that."

"By the way, you must really like the nickname 'idiot,' otherwise you wouldn't have brought it to the dinner party."

Percy's face turned even redder, but the others couldn't help but laugh.

They remembered that at the Christmas dinner a few days earlier, Percy's prefectural badge had been tampered with, and the word "idiot" had been changed on it. Percy had been wearing it for several days before he noticed.

The common lounge was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

However, Siren took Harry's advice and didn't leave the common room all day. At noon, others helped bring him beef sandwiches and fried pork chops.

By the afternoon, there were even more people at the school, and several names on the Marauder's Map overlapped, so Xiren had to carefully examine them to find the name he wanted to see.

Harry came to see him twice, the second time bringing a bulging package.

In the evening, there were even more students on the eighth floor.

When the portrait of the fat lady was pushed open from the inside, everyone's eyes turned to her, including a beetle crawling in the corner.

The beetle had peculiar patterns around its eyes, resembling the rims of eyeglasses.

"boom!"

With a loud explosion, a red-glowing lion ran out of the common room, leaped into the air, and then transformed into dozens or even hundreds of golden birds.

"In the tower!" someone shouted as they rushed over. "There are two fire dragons in the tower! I saw them breathing flames!"

Then, Fred and George, fully armed, rushed out on broomsticks, shouting excitedly.

"bring it on!"

“Try this!”

……

The people around them instinctively followed them and ran towards the tower.

Soon, the castle returned to silence.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the castle, in a secluded passageway, candles flickered on both sides, casting long, slanted shadows.

Someone arrived, but did not approach; they merely glanced at the person from afar, as if searching for someone.

But since school hadn't started yet, and the students who had returned early out of curiosity had all gone to the tower with the Weasley brothers, it was naturally empty; there wasn't a single person there. "Heh heh... I knew it." The man chuckled and prepared to leave.

But just as he turned around, the air behind him suddenly trembled, and then a person appeared out of thin air in front of him, along with a magic wand pointing at his head.

“Sirlen Ollivander, you…”

"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy," Sirius said with a smile, gently raising his wand. "Immediately imprison!"

The rope flew out from the tip of the staff and quickly wrapped around Draco Malfoy. The rope hung down from the ceiling like a spider web, binding him in mid-air and rendering him unable to move.

"What are you doing!" Malfoy struggled violently. "Put me down, or I'll tell Professor Snape."

“Go ahead,” Xilun said nonchalantly. “But you’ll have to wait. He’s at the Astronomical Tower right now and doesn’t have time to deal with this little thing.”

He walked up to Malfoy and tapped his robes repeatedly with his wand, from the left pocket to the right.

"Ah, I found it."

Ignoring Malfoy's violent struggles, Celen suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a tattered black diary.

"Give it back to me!" Malfoy visibly panicked, roaring angrily and struggling desperately, but the ropes tightened even more.

"That's my diary, give it back!" Malfoy was still shouting, trying to get the professor's attention.

But what Xiren said next silenced him instantly.

"What, your diary? Isn't this Tom Riddle's diary?"

Malfoy's shouts stopped abruptly, sounding like a rooster being choked.

"You, how did you know? No, that's not right. Who is Tom Riddle? I don't know him. Get me down!"

"Whether you admit it or not is unimportant. What's important is that I found it." Xiren waved the diary in his hand.

I've been wondering who took this diary, and I never imagined it was you.

“It was just an ordinary diary, which I bought in Knockturn Alley,” Malfoy continued, trying to argue.

"Stop pretending." Siren chuckled. "That article in the Daily Prophet was written for the person who actually has the diary. You panicked when you heard I was going to destroy the secret room with the headmaster, didn't you?"

"So you went back to school early to confirm whether this matter was true or not."

"I came here to... to watch the show," Malfoy retorted stubbornly. "Besides, I'm not the only one who came."

“But you’re the only one who’s come to the second floor, and you’ve come seven times today,” Siren said. “How do you explain that?”

"I, I... I came to the library."

“Oh, I never knew Mr. Malfoy loved reading so much.” Sirius sneered. “But you never even went to the library, you didn’t even pass by the entrance.”

How do you know I didn't go?

“I actually know.” Xiren looked him up and down. “Not only do I know you’ve never been to the library, but I also know what you’ve done before.”

Siron's expression suddenly changed. He swung his wand sharply, moving the rope holding Malfoy outside the railing. At the same time, he flicked his wrist and produced another wand.

"Split into pieces!"

The ropes binding Malfoy broke one after another, leaving only the last one barely holding his left foot up.

All of this happened very quickly. Before Malfoy could even react, he was already hanging upside down in mid-air.

This position is much more uncomfortable than being tied up, and there's the ground floor lobby directly below him. What if he falls...?

Malfoy dared not think any further, and his face immediately turned deathly pale.

“You actually dared to send the basilisk to kill me!” Siron pointed his wand at him. “I’ll make you fall off here now, and that’ll even things out.”

"But don't worry, this is the second floor. Even if you fall, it won't be a big deal. At most, you'll just have to drink another bottle of Life-Giving Elixir."

Siren raised his wand and pointed it at the last rope.

"Four parts five..."

"I didn't!" Malfoy blurted out, genuinely terrified. "It was Tom Riddle, he wanted to kill you, not me!"

“Oh, so you admit it now.” Siron put down his wand. “Tell me, why did he do that?”

“He said you killed him…” Malfoy said, trembling.

"Huh?" Xiren never expected Malfoy to say that, and he froze on the spot.

"I'm only twelve years old this year. Do you think it's appropriate for me to kill someone from fifty years ago?"

"I...that's what he said...put me down quickly..."

Xilun ignored him, took out a quill pen, and opened her diary at the same time...

This thing is really broken. Only half of it is usable, and the other half is filthy, as if it has been used as a rag to scrub the muddy ground after it rained.

Is this what a diary is like?

Oh well... I still have my other half, so as long as it doesn't affect the use of the device, it's fine.

(End of this chapter)