Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 230 What did you do to Tom!
The next day is Saturday.

The weather is exceptionally good today—sunny, cool, and with a gentle breeze. In such fine weather, the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw is finally about to begin.

During this time, news of Harry Potter possessing a Firebolt had spread throughout Hogwarts, and almost everyone was very interested in it.

In order to secure a good spot, many people arrived at the Quidditch pitch early on Saturday morning.

“Let’s hurry up and get going,” Ron said, standing up after finishing breakfast in the auditorium. “Otherwise, the good seats will be gone.”

“You guys go ahead,” Celen said. “I have something else to do, so I might need to go to the kitchen first.”

"Aren't you full?" Simo asked.

“No, it’s something else.” With that, Xiren left the auditorium and headed towards the stairs.

Ron, Seamus, and Neville headed out of the castle.

……

"I told you we should have come sooner!"

About ten minutes later, Ron arrived at the Quidditch pitch and found that all the front-row seats were taken, so he couldn't help but complain.

"It's all because you insisted on bringing that rat along." Seamus glanced at him, and Ron immediately fell silent.

Just as they were about to leave the castle, Ron suddenly thought of Scabbers, who was still in the dormitory, and Hermione's cat, who had disappeared somewhere.

He insisted on going back to bring Banban with him, and so they became the last group of students to arrive at the Quidditch pitch.

"I should have known better than to wait for you," Simo muttered to himself.

“It’s the same from the back,” Neville quickly added. “Anyway, this match will be over soon, right?”

"That's true."

Seamus and Ron nodded simultaneously. Today was Firebolt's debut, and what was Ravenclaw's Seeker riding... Comet? Or was it a Sweep?

In their view, the game might end the moment Harry sees the Golden Snitch.

“Anyway, let’s try to get as far forward as possible,” Ron said in a deep voice. “If we’re too far back, Harry might not even be able to hear us cheering.”

The group nodded in agreement and then pushed their way forward, finally managing to secure a spot near the front of the middle when the competition began.

It was only then that Celen arrived late and walked onto the stands, just as Ron turned his head and saw him.

“Sorry, Siron,” he shouted, “we really can’t save you a spot.”

“It’s okay, this place is fine.” Xiren walked to the outermost row of stands.

Although this spot is the furthest from the stadium, it is also the highest point in the stands, offering a panoramic view of everything around the stadium.

Ms. Hodge's whistle blew from the field.

"The match has begun! The most exciting part of this match is the Firebolt, which Harry Potter is riding to represent Gryffindor!" Commentator Lee Jordan's voice was more excited than ever before.

He seemed to have endless praise for the fire crossbow bolts, especially when they were mentioned.

Even Professor McGonagall couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in to stop him.

"Jordan, can you tell us about the game?"

"No problem, Professor. Could you give me some background information? By the way, the fire crossbow bolts..."

"Jordan!"

"Yes, Professor, yes..."

……

Silen didn't pay attention to what was happening on the field; from the start of the match, his gaze was constantly wandering around the field.

Finally, as Lee Jordan excitedly announced the score of 30-0, Celen spotted a dark figure to the south, near the mountains. "There, did you see it?" Celen suddenly asked, reaching out. Several students nearby were startled, unsure who he was talking to.

Xilun didn't explain; after speaking, he immediately turned and chased after her.

The distance is a bit far, but fortunately, Xilun has its own means of transportation.

When he arrived at the place where Sirius was found on his broomstick, it was being held down by a house-elf.

Of course, it's in the form of a black dog.

Upon seeing Siron, the house-elf immediately raised its head and said in a proud tone:

"Sir, Gulu caught it!"

“Well done, Gollum.” Siron clapped his hands and said, “You are truly the finest house-elf I have ever seen.”

"Thank you for your compliment, sir. It's Gulu's honor." The little elf's tennis ball-sized eyes lit up instantly, and he danced excitedly.

Is there anything else I can help you with?

“That’s all,” Xiren said. “Leave the rest to me.”

"Gollum is at your service." The house-elf snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Sirius looked at Sirius and smiled.

"I knew you'd come to see Harry's game today, and I was right."

“If it weren’t for that house-elf that suddenly appeared, you wouldn’t have been able to catch me,” Sirius said.

"The house-elves that suddenly appeared were actually helpers I had found," Siron said. "I specifically sought them out and told them that my pet was lost, and the elves were happy to help me with a small favor."

"There's nothing I can do. You're deliberately avoiding me, so I have no choice but to do this."

……

"terribly sorry."

After a moment of silence, Sirius suddenly said this.

"what?"

“I don’t know what you’re planning to do, but I’m determined to kill Peter,” Sirius said. “I promised you I wouldn’t touch him before the Christmas holidays, and I did, but I can’t keep ignoring him forever.”

Sirius clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "It's like a Dementor, constantly gnawing at my soul."

"Ah, it doesn't matter." Xilun waved his hand. "Kill me if you want, I didn't disagree."

"Huh?" Sirius paused, "But didn't you... say you had some kind of plan?"

“You just said that was before,” Xiren shrugged. “Now I’ve changed my mind.”

He had indeed considered using Peter Pettigrew, since Peter was capable of finding Voldemort, especially Voldemort at his most vulnerable.

And even if he can't find it, it doesn't matter, since he hasn't lost anything anyway.

But now things are different. He has discovered something more important and is no longer fixated on Voldemort's Horcruxes and his twisted soul.

Consequently, Peter Pettigrew's life or death became irrelevant...

Even if Sirius Black wanted revenge, even if he had a brain fart and wanted to let go of his hatred, Sirius would still go to Peter on his own initiative.

"If that's the case, then why did you go to all this trouble to capture me?" Sirius asked, looking at Sirius with a puzzled expression.

“I’m looking for you because of Tom,” Siren asked. “What exactly did you do to him?”

……

(End of this chapter)