Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 289 Lupin and Mr. Weasley
Lupin subconsciously adjusted his sun hat. This is probably a common problem among middle-aged British wizards; they all care a lot about their hair, and even the usually unkempt Lupin is no exception.

Based on this, running a shampoo business in the British magical world would definitely be a good idea, especially one with its own unique characteristics.

For example, Fremont Porter in the last century quickly established a famous family business with his highly effective Porter Speed ​​Smooth Hair Treatment.

The Galleons earned from selling the formula later made the Potter family extremely wealthy.

The Galleons in Harry's vault belonged to his father and, even a century later, could still be piled up into a small mountain of Galleons.

Another familiar face is Gilderoy Lockhart, who, in addition to selling books, also founded his own shampoo brand, claiming that each bottle contains a complete avian snake eggshell.

As is well known, the eggshells of oryx are made of pure silver.

Therefore, compared to Porter's Smooth Hair Treatment, his shampoo was a bit too expensive, and not something that ordinary wizards could afford, so it never really became popular.

However, according to Siren, Lockhart shampoo also has many loyal customers, and after his fraudulent identity was exposed, the remaining Lockhart shampoo has tripled in sales within a year.

Xiren felt annoyed every time he thought about it... He really should have stocked up on more shampoo when he was in second grade. If he had bought it now, it would have been three times the return, much more profitable than selling stickers!
Oh, no, now is not the time to think about these things...

When Siren turned his attention back to what was in front of him, Lupin had already started talking to Mr. Weasley.

"If you ask me, you should have gone out and cleared your head a long time ago, especially after... that incident."

Sirius blinked, unsure whether Mr. Weasley meant "that incident" from over a decade ago or the recent dramatic reversal between Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.

However, Lupin should have realized it.

“Thank you, Arthur,” he said. “You must have been waiting here for a long time.”

“To be honest, it has been a bit long,” Mr. Weasley said in a joking tone. “I thought you would be back in the morning. If you had been any later, I might have had to leave.”

"Something came up and I was held up."

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not too late."

“Oh, by the way, you must like Quidditch too.” Mr. Weasley said as if he had just remembered something. “I remember someone saying that when you and Black were in school, you would always go to the pitch to cheer for Arthur, waving your flag enthusiastically and becoming the center of attention.”

"The Quidditch World Cup is coming up soon, and I've managed to get some tickets. We can go together."

Lupin smiled politely, but he looked a little embarrassed.

Actually, he didn't like Quidditch that much. The reason he went to the stadium for every game and stood on the railing with Sirius Black, waving those flags with exaggerated slogans in front of the whole school, was entirely because of friendship.

“Thank you, Arthur, but I can’t give you an answer right now,” Lupin said softly. “Before that, I want to attend Sirius’s hearing.”

"Yes, of course... that's correct."

……

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the two of them were being a little too polite to each other.

It wasn't until Mr. Weasley escorted them through the Floo Network out of the Ministry of Magic and to the Leaky Cauldron that Sirius finally couldn't contain his curiosity and asked, "Professor Lupin, did you and Mr. Weasley know each other before?" "Yes," Lupin nodded and said, "After all, we are both members of the Order of the Phoenix... Oh, it was an organization that Headmaster Dumbledore created a long time ago to fight against Varian and his Death Eaters, but it has since been disbanded."

“I remember that Arthur and Molly were among the first members to respond. We joined after graduation, a little later than them.”

“Then you two must be very close, right?” Siren said. “He looks like he came specifically to pick you up.”

“Hmm…” Lu Ping opened his mouth, looking somewhat conflicted, and after a long while, he said, “Actually, we didn’t say more than a few words back then.”

"You probably don't know, but the British wizarding world was really chaotic back then. All the members of the Order of the Phoenix were busy fighting the Death Eaters every day, and they didn't have much time to chat and catch up."

"And most of the time I was with Sirius and James. Back then, the relationship between the four of us and Mr. Weasley was like that between you and Mr. Oliver Wood."

“Oliver Wood?” Siren asked, startled.

“A seventh-year Gryffindor,” Lupin said, “who is also the captain of the Quidditch team.”

Now Xilun understood: they knew each other, but weren't close.

“But just now…” Xiren paused, “he didn’t seem like someone you didn’t know well.”

“Actually, I’m not quite sure why either,” Lupin said. “To be honest, ever since the story of Sirius and Peter got out, many people have come to me wanting to know more details about what happened…”

"Of course, that's not Arthur's intention; he probably just wanted to comfort me."

If that's the case, it does fit Siren's impression of the Weasleys.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were very enthusiastic wizards. Perhaps in their view, the hearing about who was the real informant between Black and Peter had caught their mutual friend Lupin in the middle, and they deduced that he must be feeling very bad now.

So after receiving Bill's letter, Mr. Weasley wanted to comfort him... well, that's probably it.

However, Mr. Weasley did not expect that there was no real dilemma. Lupin knew the truth from the beginning and firmly stood on Sirius Black's side.

After all, Peter Pettigrew ran away because he was guilty, so it was impossible for him to attend the hearing.

Hmm... it's also possible that the Ministry of Magic deliberately obscured the truth.

At that moment, Celen suddenly saw the Daily Prophet on a nearby table.

The front page featured two large, eye-catching photos. One was the familiar image of Sirius Black, constantly roaring—the same one from the previous wanted poster.

The other picture of Peter Pettigrew is much more normal. He doesn't look so sleazy, and his head hasn't gone bald. He probably looked like he had just graduated.

Just looking at these two photos, Sirius Black is clearly the villain being assumed to be the one.

However, Siron couldn't understand what the Ministry of Magic meant. Did they really not want to admit their mistakes from back then?
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(End of this chapter)