NABC Chapter 18: Anyone who makes wands is mentally unstable.
Chapter 18: Anyone who makes wands is mentally unstable.
Xilun has always had a question: are bodiless wandering spirits considered wizards, or are they special magical creatures?
Or to be more specific... could it be made into a cane core?
"Perhaps I can give it a try," Xilun thought to himself, wondering if any ghosts would be willing to cooperate.
With this question in mind, Xilun quickly finished lunch in the auditorium and went to the underground professor's office with the others.
Snape's Potions Class.
This time, Xilun was not late and was able to witness the famous scene from his memory.
"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, cultivate glory, and even prevent death—but there's one condition: you must not be the fools I often encounter."
Snape floated around the classroom like a giant black bat, and no one dared to look up at him or even breathe loudly.
"Potter, what would I get if I added daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"
As expected, Snape turned his attention to Harry.
Harry, of course, knew nothing about it either.
That's for sure. Xilun had read "A Thousand Amazing Herbs and Mushrooms," and the questions he raised were mostly around page 150, which is third-grade material.
Do you expect a freshman to know third-year material?
Stop joking!
Of everyone present, including Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff who weren't there, no one except Hermione, the memorization fanatic, could answer the question.
"Olivander!"
As Sirius was mentally criticizing Snape's sinister intentions, his arm was bumped hard. When he turned around, he saw Neville trembling like a quail, and Snape with narrowed eyes and a livid face.
"It seems some people think they've already mastered their skills and don't need to waste any more time listening to my lectures, is that right, Mr. Ollivander?"
"Of course not, Professor." Siren forced a smile.
Oh no, I got so engrossed in the play that I forgot Snape also hated people slacking off in his classes.
"Really?" Snape's face was icy. "Then could you please tell Potter the difference between Aconitum carmichaelii and Aconitum kusnezoffii?"
"Ah... Aconite is a type of herb that is used for fumigation. It can be roasted together with pine needles, wormwood, clover, and beetle shells. The smoke it produces can make parts of the staff more flexible. It is most commonly used for willow wood."
"The same goes for wolfsbane and aconite; they are the same thing."
Xilun answered fluently, and some students subconsciously took out parchment and quills, ready to write down all the key points.
They still didn't prepare well enough; they didn't remember anything at all.
"Stop! Don't bother memorizing these!" Snape roared.
Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing.
Snape looked at Siron again, his eye twitching.
To be honest, Xilun was absolutely right.
This content comes from the third volume of Zygmunt Bach's *The Book of Potions*—"The Magical Combination of Potions and Wands".
Strictly speaking, this is not a standard potion book; it is simply a love letter that Zygmunt Batch wrote casually when he was young in order to pursue a girl who was obsessed with wand studies.
This kind of thing has absolutely no reference value in potion-making, but Zygmunt Bach is too famous. He is not only the most famous potion master in the Middle Ages, but also the founder of the Society of Extraordinary Apothecaries.
Therefore, even his casual writings were later compiled and included in "The Book of Potions," the most authoritative work on potions.
But like I said, this thing is completely useless...
No, Siren is an Ollivander, and he can actually use this information!
It's like meeting Merlin!
Snape was in a terrible mood; it was even worse than when he personally gave Gryffindor a 50-point bonus.
He wished he had never read "The Book of Potions" so he could deduct points without restraint.
But a Potions Master who hasn't read the Book of Potions? That's like a house-elf not knowing how to sweep or Dumbledore not liking sweets—it's straight into the coldest joke of the century.
"Sit down!" Snape reluctantly agreed, glancing at Sirius before turning and leaving.
Aconite, one of the rarest ingredients, more expensive than dragon's blood of the same weight. Wouldn't it be better to brew such a good thing into a potion? Instead, you're burning it to smoke wood! Smoking wood!
Pooh!
Those who make wands are all out of their minds!
Silen blinked blankly, not understanding why Snape had suddenly become angry.
He wasn't wrong to say that Aconitum carmichaelii and Aconitum vesicatoria are the same thing; he even mentioned their additional uses.
Xilun remembered very clearly that he had read about this topic in the Book of Potions when he was nine years old, and he was absolutely certain of it.
Unable to understand it any further, Siron could only attribute it all to Harry.
He must have been implicated!
However, there was good news: for the rest of Potions class, Snape ignored him completely, even glancing at his homework briefly before walking away.
"What's this? At least give me a point." Xiren muttered to himself, looking at the bright pink potion in his cauldron.
A standard potion for treating boils, without any errors.
Siren was quite confident in his potion-making skills. After all, as a wandmaker, he often had to prepare appropriate impregnation solutions based on the different materials used for the wand.
This is no easy task; even the standard version used in his dorm takes about six hours to complete.
In comparison, making a boil remedy is incredibly easy.
But Snape didn't even glance at it.
That petty old bat.
Xilun left the classroom below, cursing and swearing.
He wasn't so concerned about those few house points, but Snape's blatant targeting was just too much. Even an adult would want to punch him a couple of times.
Xilun is no exception.
"That's just how Snape is, he's incredibly unreasonable." Ron walked over to Hillen and whispered, "I heard from Fred that he never gives Gryffindor points."
"This is wrong!" Hermione quickened her pace and walked over.
"Sirlen is the only one who can make boil medicine. He can't pretend he didn't see it. We can go find Professor McGonagall."
"In fact, he can." Ron shrugged.
"By the way, can I go with you to see Hagrid?" This was said to Harry.
At lunchtime, Harry received a note from Hagrid inviting him to tea at three o'clock.
It's almost three o'clock now.
"Of course, no problem," Harry said, then looked at Siron, "Do you want to come along? I remember you said you were going to help him fix something."
"Ah, yes." Xiren nodded. "But I have other things to do later, so I won't be going with you."
"Oh, okay then." Harry didn't mind. After leaving the underground classroom, he and Ron left the castle to find Hagrid.