Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 170 The Screaming Bean
Siren's desire to help Nick, who was nearly headless, wasn't just a polite gesture; he did have some idea, such as starting a ghost market in the British wizarding world...

Although he can't do it right now, who knows what he might be able to later? When that happens, Nick, who's almost headless, will come in handy... Having a ghost assistant is definitely much more convenient than figuring it out on his own.

Siren walked through the public lounge.

After a long train journey, most people were exhausted and went to bed early. Only a few senior students were chatting in the common room.

Xilun went upstairs and returned to his original dormitory.

The second grade on the door has now become the third grade; this must have happened when he attended the opening banquet.

Xiren had originally intended to rest first before studying the broom wand, but as he lay in bed recalling everything that had happened that day, a wave of exhaustion washed over him.

He fell asleep in a daze without even changing his clothes.

……

The next morning, Xilun was awakened by a sound loud enough to pierce eardrums.

Ron had gone crazy for some reason, shouting and yelling in the dormitory corridor early in the morning, loud enough to wake up everyone in the entire tower.

"Merlin's stockings, he has no sense of public decency at all!"

Xilun got up irritably, opened the door with her messy hair, and looked outside.

Then he saw two cats, one gray and one yellow, playing the role of batters, hitting Quidditch with their tails and paws.

The ball that moves around is a large gray rat, and if you look closely, you can see that it is missing a toe on its front paw.

No wonder Ron was barking so loudly; this mouse is his pet... at least for now, he's a pet.

The next second, Xilun silently closed the door again.

Actually, he should get up now. He can use the remaining time to have breakfast and then attend his first class.

"Damn it, Hermione, can't you control your cat? It almost swallowed Scabbers whole!" Ron's angry roar came from outside again.

“Look closely, Crookshanks didn’t even open its mouth,” Hermione retorted, not to be outdone. “Besides, I bought the best cat food; it wouldn’t eat mice.”

"Then hurry up and catch that stupid thing... Oh, my poor Banban, it's too scared to move."

“It won’t listen to me now unless you can get another cat to stop.”

“Okay, can anyone tell me if this…” Ron paused, then his voice rose again, “is this a cat? I feel like it’s a dyed tiger cub. What cat can grow this big!”

"Have you forgotten? It's Tom."

"Tom? The owner of the Leaky Cauldron?"

“It’s Xilun’s pet. You’ve definitely seen it before.”

“I’ve never seen one this big… Go ​​away, fine, whoever it is, can you please release my Banban now?”

The sound grew closer, and they seemed to be walking this way very quickly.

A few seconds later.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

There was a loud knock on the dormitory door, very forceful, and you could tell the person was in a bad mood.

But no one came to open the door.

Ron was about to knock again when he heard Banban let out a sharp scream.

He didn't care about manners anymore, grabbed the handle, and pushed the door open forcefully.

"Click..."

The door opened, but the dormitory was empty; there was no one there, only a half-open window swaying gently in the breeze.

"No, nobody's here?"

"Where is Xilun?" ...

"Good morning, Neville. Are you going to have breakfast too?" Celen greeted Neville warmly in the hallway.

Neville is a round-faced boy with a terrible memory; he's always forgetting things, but he's a very nice person.

He looked at Xilen, then at the window behind him, his eyes, which weren't particularly big to begin with, widening in surprise.

Why did Celen jump in through the window?

Moreover, this is on the eighth floor, and the windows face smooth walls. It's difficult for even a cat to stand here, let alone a person.

Is this right?
Neville rubbed his eyes, his fingers darting between Siren and the window. "You, how did you get in from outside..."

"What are you talking about?" Xilun walked over calmly. "I came out of the common room with you."

"But I clearly...I saw you outside the window..."

"You must be half asleep, seeing things," Siren said. "I can't fly, how could I possibly get in from the outside?"

Neville thought it made a lot of sense.

"I must have been seeing things, I'm sorry." He immediately believed Xilun's explanation, thinking that he hadn't woken up properly and his eyes were playing tricks on him, and he even apologized to Xilun.

“I really should have gone to bed earlier last night,” he said. “Sympathy suggested playing with the 'Screaming Beans,' which was so much fun that we played until very late.”

The Screaming Beans are a new snack that came out this year. They look similar to Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, but they don't have as many flavors. However, eating them will change your voice, and when you speak again, you will make various animal sounds.

Interestingly, in addition to imitating common animals such as elephants, lions, and tigers, the Screaming Beans can also make sounds like trains and lawnmowers, making them very popular with students.

“It’s alright.” Celen generously forgave Neville’s mistake, and the two went to the hall together.

The Slytherin table was the liveliest, with bursts of laughter coming from time to time, though it was unclear what they were saying.

Siren walked over to a seat next to Fred, sat down, picked up a piece of bread, and began spreading butter on it.

"Here, take this." Fred handed over a piece of parchment.

"what is this?"

“The new timetable for third grade,” Fred said. “By the way, where did you go yesterday? Why weren’t you on the train?”

“I remember you boarded the train,” George said. “I saw you at the station.”

“I did get on the train,” Siron explained again. “But then Professor McGonagall needed to talk to me, so she Apparated me from the train to Hogsmeade.”

"That's great, at least we don't have to face the Dementors," Fred said with an envious look, his expression exactly the same as Harry's yesterday.

“Those guys are terrifying, aren’t they?” George, unusually, also stopped smiling. “When it passed by me, I felt like my whole body was about to freeze.”

“I never thought we’d be taking classes with these guys.” Fred looked up at the gloomy ceiling.

"The weather hasn't been good since the Dementors arrived."

“But today is only the first day of school.” Xilun also looked up.

Just as Fred said, the clouds were low and overcast, looking like it could rain at any moment.

“The first day counts too,” George said. “Besides, the Dementors are roaming around the school, so we’re not even in the mood for a night out.”

Xilun only listened to this briefly before letting it slip through his fingers, grabbing some sausages and roasted tomatoes for himself.

It's true that Dementors can affect your mood, but if it's the mood caused by violating school rules, that's a different story.

To put it simply, even if Voldemort were to wander the field today, Fred and George would still go out for a night stroll, and they might even try to give Voldemort a turd as a gift.

The only person who can influence their nighttime travel plans is Professor McGonagall; nothing else can, including Dementors, of course.

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(End of this chapter)