Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 90 The Witch and the Goblin

Chapter 91 The Witch and the Goblin (Seeking first subscriptions and monthly votes)

At King's Cross Station, a young wizard was reminded of the terror of being dominated by the Knight Bus and nearly fainted on the spot.

But apart from him, everyone else became much calmer because of Siren's words.

Fortunately, as long as there's a way to get back to Hogwarts on time, that's fine.

"The Knight Bus, what's that?" Harry asked curiously from the front of the crowd.

"It was a triple-decker bus," Ron said, his face slightly pale, as if recalling some unpleasant memory. "Believe me, you definitely don't want to ride in that."

"It's just a bus," Harry said, not taking Ron's words to heart.

"Hurry up, you reckless fools!" Just then, Mrs. Longbottom's cursing voice came from not far away.

She was walking briskly towards them, the vulture specimen on her hat jiggling with her movements, as if it had come to life. Mr. Weasley followed behind, talking to two men in cloaks.

"Are you sure you got the time right? Molly and Percy just entered the platform and the entrance was blocked off. There were still a full twenty minutes until departure!"

"We couldn't have gotten the time wrong, Arthur. The platform only closes after the Hogwarts Express departs," a wizard said seriously. "Could it be that you've gone to the wrong platform?"

"Wilson, do you think I wouldn't know where Platform 9 is?" Mr. Weasley couldn't help but raise his voice. "I could find the right wall with my eyes closed!"

If someone else said that, it might be considered boasting, but Mr. Weasley is different. Leaving aside his time at Hogwarts...

He had already started sending Bill Weasley to Hogwarts ten years ago.

Then came Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George. This has continued uninterrupted for so many years.

If we were to name the wizarding world who visited King's Cross Station the most times, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would certainly be at the top of the list.

How could Tavin possibly mistake the platform entrance?

The group quickly approached, and after a preliminary examination, the young striker's face instantly turned grim.

The platform entrance was indeed blocked off; it felt hard to the touch, like a real wall, and they hadn't even noticed it yet.

If those who were stopped outside miss their trains and are all late, they might be in trouble.

In contrast, the other batter, probably in his fifties, was much calmer. He tapped the wall lightly a few times with his wand, then turned to the crowd and said, "Hurry up, the train leaves in three minutes, there's still time."

Harry hesitated instinctively when he looked at the wall again after being bumped, and did not rush forward.

Simo was the first to rush over, and everyone was relieved only after he disappeared behind the wall.

Sirius was the second to pass through the partition, followed by Ginny. Two minutes later, the Hogwarts Express's loud whistle blared, reaching outside the station the instant Ginny entered the platform. At that moment, Mr. Weasley, no longer bothering to argue with the batter, waved vigorously, "Harry, Ron, follow me! And you guys, hurry up!"

By this time, Xiren had already boarded the train and found an empty carriage near the back. After he put his suitcase away…

Just then, they could hear Mrs. Weasley speaking outside.

"Arthur, thank God, what's going on outside? You haven't come, and I wanted to go out and look for you, but the entrance is closed."

"I don't know, we're being kept out too," Mr. Weasley said hastily. "This isn't the time to talk about that, get the children on the bus."

"Yes, yes, Ginny, Ron, hurry up."

Amidst the chaos and confusion, everyone finally boarded the train.

Another whistle sounded, and the huge red train slowly pulled out of the platform, its speed increasing rapidly.

Looking out the window, Xiren felt a little relieved. Thankfully, he didn't have to take the Knight Bus to school anymore. Compared to that, riding the Hogwarts Express was incredibly comfortable.

But what exactly happened? Why did the Weasleys leave early?

It seems that this is the only explanation that works.

Because they arrived early, there was no need to rush, and with other students arriving early, even if they were blocked outside, the adults had plenty of time to resolve the issues.

"Why was the platform suddenly blocked off?"

"I don't know, this has never happened before."

Harry pushed open the carriage door.

"Silon?" he exclaimed in surprise. "Can we sit here? All the other seats are full."

"Of course," said Celen. "But didn't Hermione save you seats? I remember the three of you were always inseparable before the holidays."

"It's taken." Ron pushed the suitcase into the rack. "Ginny's in the same compartment as her right now, along with Parvati Petit and Lavender Brown, all girls. It would feel weird if we went in too."

"Alright then," Siren said. "But you guys are here really early."

"We could have gotten up even earlier; we'd be up as soon as the rooster crowed in the morning," Ron said, pursing his lips and yawning.

"But the journey was not smooth. George forgot his hard work pulling out the firecracker, and Fred didn't bring his broom. We had to go back twice."

"Luckily, we had just set off," Harry said. "If someone had only realized we'd left something behind when the car was on the highway, we probably wouldn't have made it to the station on time."

"Yeah," Ron muttered, "thankfully they're not too forgetful."

At that moment, the carriage door was opened again, and Fred and George walked in from the outside.

"Hey, I heard someone mention us here."

"Dear Ronald, do you have any complaints about us?"

The two men, arm in arm, approached Ron quickly, like two giant eight-eyed spiders hunting for food.

Ron didn't speak, his lips were pursed, and his face was flushed red.

"I think Ron is right, you guys are really dawdling." Hermione and Ginny followed them in.

The once empty carriage was now even a bit crowded.

As soon as Ginny entered the carriage, her gaze, as if equipped with radar, immediately fell on Harry before quickly looking away.

"Actually, I forgot to take something. On that highway—" she said apologetically, in a completely different voice than before, "I suddenly realized I hadn't brought my diary."

Upon hearing the word "diary," Xilun instinctively looked up.

"When did you start writing a diary?" Ron and his two brothers looked at Ginny at the same time.

"I didn't write anything. Hermione gave it to me," Ginny said. "I've never seen such a beautiful notebook. It has a witch and seven goblins drawn on it. It's so pretty, but I don't know why they don't move."

"Besides, I don't like writing in a diary, so I didn't waste time going back to get it."

"A witch—and seven goblins?" Harry subconsciously pictured Mrs. Weasley standing in the garden chasing away the goblins.

He racked his brains but couldn't figure out what goblins had to do with being good-looking; those creatures looked like potatoes with two twigs stuck in them.

It wasn't until Hermione whispered to him, "It's Snow White," that Harry realized what was going on.

Well, although he felt that fairies were more like it, goblins didn't seem to be a problem either.

"You bought her a Muggle notebook?"

"Yes, I saw it in the store. I thought Ginny would like it, since Mr. Weasley is very interested in Muggle stuff." Hermione moved closer to Harry and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "It's really expensive, eight pounds for a diary."

Harry didn't speak. Before being accepted into Hogwarts, the largest denomination of money he had ever owned was a fivepence coin; pounds were simply too far removed from his life.

At the same time, after hearing Ginny's words, Celen immediately lost interest in the topic.

Not only Ginny, but he also received a diary from Hermione; it was black, thick, and sturdy.

Previously, Mr. Granger mistakenly thought that Sheryl had lost a black diary at Flourish and Blotts, so he helped her buy a new one and had Hermione deliver it to the wand shop.