Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 150 Vacation
The exams were over, and the days before the holiday were spent in bright sunshine.

To others, the bright and sunny weather was delightful, but Siren couldn't feel happy at all. He actually preferred to see lightning and thunder, and even better, a storm.

Animagus's potion only undergoes its transformation during a storm. Before that, he must chant a spell over his heart every morning and evening... even though his second heartbeat is so clear it feels like it's beating right next to his ear, this process must continue.

Because once interrupted, the second heartbeat may disappear immediately, and then you'll have to start all over again.

Moreover, according to Professor McGonagall, the process of feeling the heartbeat a second time is much more difficult than the first time. She repeatedly told Celen that unless absolutely necessary, this process should not be interrupted.

The last time I encountered the basilisk, I missed the sunset in Xilun. I was planning to go back to my dormitory to deal with it, but I didn't expect to encounter the basilisk as soon as I entered the castle.

Fortunately, that mistake only made the second heartbeat a little quieter, not completely disappear.

Celen had actually considered using the House of Requirement to simulate a storm, and he had even tried it.

The House of Requirement did indeed deliver; as soon as Siron opened the door, he stepped into a forest filled with lightning and thunder.

But Celion soon discovered that the storms simulated by the Room of Requirement were all made of magic, and the difference between magic and natural weather was like Vernon Dursley and Snape competing to brew a potion.

The gap is too big; they are two completely unequal things.

So Xilun can only wait.

……

Soon, the results came out.

Xiren was surprised to find that his grades were pretty good, with three O's... in Transfiguration, Potions, and Herbs.

Other defense against the dark magic, spells, and history of magic are also E.

This achievement is already among the best in Gryffindor, especially in potions.

“Incredible…” Staring wide-eyed at Siron’s report card, “You’re probably the second Gryffindor to get an O from Snape.”

The first one is Hermione. Last year, she got an O in Potions class, which means that Snape didn't find any problems with her potions.

“He only gave me a P (poor).” Ron took his report card to the window and looked at it again and again. “He must have done it on purpose. I feel like I got the order right. I should have gotten an A at least.”

"Are you sure you got the order right?" Hermione asked.

She and Ron happened to be in the same exam room, and after the exam, she subconsciously glanced at Ron's crucible.

How to describe it? It's like after it rains, you dig out a large chunk of wet soil with a crucible, then squeeze a tube of glue into it. Not only is the color and state very strange, but it also has an unpleasant burnt smell.

The potion of oblivion they brewed should be pearly white, with faint blue light shimmering inside.

So Snape's score for him was actually quite fair.

But Ron didn't think so. He insisted that Snape was taking revenge on him, and Harry, who was standing next to him, thought so too.

His Potions class grade was even worse than Ron's, a D (terrible), only slightly better than Neville's T (troll).

But this little incident didn't dampen everyone's good mood too much.

At the banquet that evening, Gryffindor, with a commanding lead of nearly 300 points over second-place Slytherin, once again claimed the House Cup.

Professor McGonagall, unusually, wore a smile as she spoke to Snape across Dumbledore.

However, Snape didn't seem very happy, keeping a straight face and nodding perfunctorily from time to time.

He probably wasn't happy either. The basilisk's eyes were gone, its heart had been eaten by Luwei, and not only was only one of its four fangs left, but it was also broken off.

Now that Slytherin has lost the House Cup, how can Snape be happy? It's already quite an achievement that he's sitting here and not leaving early.

The day after the banquet, school officially started its holiday. As is customary, after receiving the notice that magic was prohibited during the holiday, the students had to take the Hogwarts Express home.

Siron encountered Professor McGonagall in front of Hogsmeade Station. "I specifically asked a few friends for some tips on Animagus transformations, which might be helpful to you."

She handed a thick notebook to Xilun and said, "In addition, you can't slack off on your daily Transfiguration practice. Maintaining proficiency is very important."

“But Professor, we are forbidden from using magic during our holidays,” Siron said.

“Of course, I know that, but you live in Diagon Alley, don’t you?” Professor McGonagall said.

Siron could hardly believe what he had just heard. Professor McGonagall, who was always fair, just, and committed to the rules, was implying that he could break the rules?
Is this Professor McGonagall in front of me not someone else impersonating her using compound decoctions?
“Recite the mantra at sunrise and sunset every day, and never forget this.”

Professor McGonagall, seemingly oblivious to Sheren's expression, reminded him again, "If there's a storm during the holidays, I'll send you a letter by owl. If you don't have anything else urgent to do then, come to Hogwarts as soon as possible."

"Oh, you can use the fireplace then. I'll open the Hogwarts Floo Network beforehand... it's in my office."

Professor McGonagall seemed to have other matters to attend to, and left in a hurry after finishing her sentence.

Xilun boarded the train.

Harry and his friends had already reserved a carriage, and when Siron walked in, they were playing a game of "Bomb Bomb".

Silen didn't participate, not because he wasn't interested in the game, but mainly because he didn't trust Fred and George.

Because the deck of cards Harry and Ron were playing with was provided by them, and the two of them were sitting right next to them watching, their eyes filled with undisguised anticipation.

Based on what Silen knew about Fred and George, they must have tampered with the cards.

As expected, Ron made a mistake when flipping the cards for the third time, revealing two different cards.

"Oh, what bad luck." He sighed, closed his eyes, and waited for the explosion.

"boom!"

Xiren never imagined that a single Explosion card could have the effect of an Explosion Spell. Ron was completely stunned. His red hair stood on end like a hedgehog, and his face and body were covered in black soot.

"Ha ha!"

"Success!"

Fred and George high-fived each other.

"You did this?" Ron asked angrily.

“Of course…” Fred blurted out, “Of course it was us.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” George said. “The traditional bomb cards are too mild. They’re supposed to be a punishment, but they don’t have any effect at all.”

"So we immediately made some slight modifications," Fred said.

“You call this a slight improvement?” Ron pointed to his hair. “I can already smell it burning.”

Fred and George pretended not to see Ron trying to get angry, and just raised their eyebrows at Harry.

"So, after seeing the new explosive card effects, does it feel even more exciting to play now?"

Harry nodded instinctively.

He didn't really care about the outcome of the draw before; he didn't care whether he was right or wrong, as long as he had fun.

But seeing Ron's current state, his competitive spirit suddenly surged.

Playing with this mindset makes the experience completely different from before.

……

(End of this chapter)