Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 447 Changes

Chapter 447 Changes

Under the gloomy sky, the train continued its slow journey northward, giving the students, whom they hadn't seen in a long time, ample time to catch up and chat.

The corridor was bustling with activity, and you could hear people laughing out loud every now and then.

The private room was equally lively, with Fred and George huddled together, carefully planning the display of the famous future Weasley Magic Tricks Studio, occasionally asking Lee and Celen for their opinions.

Siren strongly recommended that they move the store near Gringotts, and for good reason. Only first-year students buy wands, but saving and withdrawing money is something almost every wizard does.

The two seemed somewhat interested, but not so much willing to give up the opportunity to be neighbors with Xilun.

"So, is Ollivanders Wand Shop planning to move?" Fred asked tentatively.

"I think the area across from Gringotts would be nice," George said. "It's right next to the Quidditch boutique, and the rent isn't expensive."

"Thank you for the suggestion." Siren said without looking up, directing a Galleon to spin around on the table with his wand. "Olivendell Wand Shop is in a pretty good location right now, and it doesn't have to pay rent."

After selling nearly a hundred wands, Siren felt he had become more adept at controlling magic, especially when holding a wand.

He had noticed a few days ago that the simpler spells did not require chanting; they could be cast from the tip of the staff with just a thought.

In addition, fairy coins are engraved with more than a dozen anti-summoning spells, including anti-summoning spells, when they are minted. Therefore, these coins are actually quite resistant to magic and are difficult to control.

For example, with the Levitation Charm, if controlling a stone to fly is as difficult as a first-year student, then controlling a Galleon of the same weight to fly is as difficult as the NEWT final exam in seventh grade.

But now Xiren has been controlling the Galon, spinning it on the table for ten minutes, and still has plenty of room to maneuver.

"That's such a pity." Fred glanced at the Galleon that was spinning out of existence and sighed softly.

"It's not a pity at all."

Around noon, the door to the box was opened, and Ron walked in. He said that Harry and Hermione had gone to patrol the corridors, and he was a little bored being alone in the box.

"What's wrong, is little Ronnie sad again?" Fred said teasingly.

"No," Ron couldn't help but raise his voice, "I don't want to be some troublesome prefect, I'm not Percy."

"Yeah, Percy really loves being a prefect," George said thoughtfully. "Alright, since you're not sad, hurry back so someone else doesn't take your box."

“No,” Ron said. “Ginny and Neville are there too, and the crazy girl—I mean, Luna.”

Lovegood.

He glanced at Siren, moved his lips, and asked, "Siren, how exactly did you become friends with her? To be honest, when I was talking to her, I felt like a Muggle who knew absolutely nothing about magic, and I couldn't understand a thing."

"I didn't expect you to have such a clear understanding of yourself." Fred looked up in surprise.

"We've actually been hesitant about whether or not to tell you this devastating news."

"I didn't expect you to have already discovered it."

"I bet you wouldn't understand either," Ron said. "Do you even know what a harassing fly is?"

"Harassment—what?" George scratched his head.

"See? You didn't know either," Ron said. "And that magazine she likes, what's it called again—oh right, The Quibbler, you really should check it out, it's just too—too—"

He stammered for a long time, unable to come up with a suitable adjective, and finally simply shrugged and said, "I feel like the St. Mungo's mental magic damage department would like those things; seeing them makes you feel much more energetic."

Fred and George were amused by his words, looked up from the blueprints, and patted Ron on the shoulder.

"Surprisingly—"

"Ronnie, we never knew you had a talent for telling jokes."

"I'm not joking, and don't call me Ronnie," Ron muttered under his breath. "You'll see when you get a chance; it says Fudge will order that fairies not be made into pies."

Ron frowned and made a vomiting motion; clearly, the fairy pie was a bit too much for him.

But Fred and George listened with shining eyes.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"Turning fairies into pies?"

"Really?"

"I don't know, that's what it says," Ron said. "But it's obviously impossible. If Fudge did that, how could Gringotts possibly maintain peace with him?"

"That's hard to say," Fred said, shaking his finger seriously. "Don't forget they're fairies. They can get along with anyone if you're willing to pay them."

"Would Fudge be willing to pay?" George asked.

"The answer is obvious," Sirius said with a smile. "He prefers the Malfoy family to donate money to the Ministry of Magic."

"This makes me even more eager to see 'Singing the Quibbles'."

"Me too!"

"Me too," Lee Jordan said, and all three of them looked at Celen at the same time.

"Hmm?" Siren looked at them warily. "You don't mean to send me to borrow magazines, do you—"

"No wonder he's the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, he's really smart," George said.

"And you're the most suitable one." Fred chuckled. "After all, we're not familiar with Lovegood."

"Although their home is not far from the humble dwelling."

"But we've never actually been in contact with them."

"Wait, haven't any of you seen 'The Quibbler'?" Siren asked in confusion.

He had always assumed that Fred and George would never miss something so 'unconventional,' but judging from their reactions just now, it seemed they really hadn't seen it before.

"We've seen the previous ones," George said.

"About ten years ago," Fred said after thinking for a moment. "I only remember that it was boring, so we never watched it again."

"Please, we can pay."

Tempted by the "Fairy Pie," the three gritted their teeth and scraped together three scoops, which just covered the price of a magazine.

"I think you guys are really crazy," Ron said, his eyes wide. "Three biscuits could buy a bucket of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and you guys went and bought a magazine only madmen read?"

Why not?

"Don't you think it's great?"

"What's the use?" Ron asked instinctively.

"For example, tell us what kind of seasoning to put in the canary pies," Fred said. "We just happen to need a product to replace the canary cookies."

"That's absolutely brilliant!"

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