Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 292 Heading to the Ministry of Magic

Diagon Alley, second floor room of Ollivander's Wand Shop.

In the morning, sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, casting a golden dappled light on the wooden floor. Xilun groggily opened his eyes, his gaze gradually falling on the disassembled Comet 260 directly opposite him.

That's his broom... Strange, how did someone break his broom?
He thought to himself, but soon he realized again that he was the one who broke the broom.

Actually, it can't be said that he broke it. It was just a sudden idea he had last night to try and add some other abilities to the broom.

But it wasn't until he took the broom apart that he realized that sometimes you really can't trust a sudden flash of inspiration at night.

Next to the flying broomstick was an open book, which Xilun had read last night. The pictures in the book were constantly moving, showing a young man in an orange-red robe riding a flying broomstick, whizzing around and tossing a bright red ball back and forth.

"Flying with the Artillery," a book Ron gave him last year, had been sitting there unread because Siron wasn't that into Quidditch.

Since he happened to have nothing to do yesterday, he took it out and looked through it.

If he hadn't read this book, he wouldn't have had the brilliant idea of ​​adding a ram to a flying broom.

Just as Xilen walked over to pick up the book, a teammate threw the ball into the fifty-foot-high hoop, winning the point beautifully.

It's a pity that such a beautiful goal can only be seen in books.

As far as Siren knows, the Chadri Artillery team has consistently been at the bottom of the rankings in recent years, especially after the entire group of players retired five years ago. Since then, the team has not achieved such impressive results.

But their performance five years ago was truly amazing, with three of their players almost representing Great Britain in the Quidditch World Cup, which is why Ron has always liked the Cannons.

He firmly believed that the artillery unit could once again usher in its glory.

But Celen thought it was going to be tough. Even though he didn't understand Quidditch, he could tell that this year's players were flying terribly... The Seeker didn't even dare to accelerate when catching the Golden Snitch. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was afraid of heights.

To be honest, Siron thinks Harry flies better than him.

He closed the book and casually placed it on the cabinet beside him. Xilun walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and looked down at the street.

Diagon Alley was bustling as usual today, and even though it was not yet eight o'clock, many wizards had already appeared on the streets.

Some came alone, while others came with family and friends. People gathered in twos and threes, chatting and laughing, and the cheerful sounds of their conversation gradually awakened this famous magical street.

It has to be Diagon Alley; it feels so much better than the Khan el-Khalili magic market in Egypt.

After quickly tidying up, Xilun went downstairs.

The wand shop was open and welcomed its first customer of the day: a boy with a face full of excitement, accompanied by a man and a woman, presumably his parents.

The woman calmly explained the function of the magic wand to the boy, who, like his father, curiously looked around at everything.

Judging from the appearance, he should be of mixed race, with his mother being a wizard and his father being a Muggle.

At that moment, Garrick was choosing a suitable wand for the boy. Siren did not disturb him and tiptoed out of the wand shop to the main street outside.

Today is a big day. At nine o'clock this morning, Sirius Black had his first hearing.

Xilun glanced at the time; it was only eight o'clock, there was still time.

Besides, arriving early wouldn't make a difference, since he didn't know the exact location of the hearing anyway. He was going to be waiting either way, so Celion preferred to stay in the bustling Diagon Alley.

He went to the Leaky Cauldron and ordered breakfast for himself. The Leaky Cauldron does offer breakfast, but most of the time, it's only for its guests staying there.

Siren rarely comes here because Tom's breakfast is really mediocre. The fried eggs are black and obviously burnt, the grilled sausages are as hard as Honeydukes licorice sticks, and the bread isn't even toasted; it's just cold.

This made Celen miss the breakfasts at Hogwarts.

But it's holiday time now, and he can't possibly go to the Hogwarts kitchen. If he's too lazy to cook, he'll just have to make do with what he has.

After finishing this special sandwich, Celen became even more determined to find a house-elf.

But it wasn't as simple as he imagined; house-elves aren't like boiled potatoes, which can be found anywhere.

His initial target was Dobby, but after so long on vacation, he hadn't seen Lucius Malfoy or Draco Malfoy in Diagon Alley even once, as if they never came to Diagon Alley at all.

They may have come before, but Siron was still in Egypt at that time and didn't see them.

Then Celan thought of Hogwarts, whose kitchens had over a hundred house-elves, making it the place with the most house-elves in Britain.

I wonder if any of them are willing to switch jobs.

After having breakfast and a glass of butterbeer to perk myself up, there was less than half an hour left before the hearing.

That's about it. Celen stood up, went to the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron, and sprinkled a handful of powder into the roaring fire.

Then, Xiren grabbed another handful of Floo Powder, went inside, and threw it all down, shouting clearly at the same time:

"Ministry of Magic!"

Currently, Xilun has experienced many different long-distance movement methods, such as FlooNet, Portkey, and Phantom Shift... Each of these methods has its own advantages.

The most convenient of all is Apparition, which allows you to go wherever you want, regardless of time or place.

However, if we only consider comfort, Celen believes that FlooNet is the most user-friendly option.

It doesn't have the uncomfortable squeezing and dizzying feeling of Apparition, nor does it drag you around like a door key, making your ears ring.

The feeling was like riding a downward elevator; after a noticeable pause, Siron had already arrived at the Ministry of Magic from the Leaky Cauldron across the street.

There's a corridor here lined with fireplaces, and wizards come out from them all the time.

Helen appeared in the middle to back position. After emerging from the fireplace, like most wizards, he did not rush to the Ministry of Magic's main hall. Instead, he took out his wand from his pocket and lightly tapped it on his body.

"Clean up!"

His robes and the dust on his body vanished in the blink of an eye. Only after doing all this did Siren enter the Ministry of Magic's main hall.

It always gets the clothes dirty, which is probably the only downside of FiluNet.

But there's nothing we can do about it; after all, it came from the fireplace, so dust and such are inevitable.

However, with the cleansing spell, this little thing can be easily solved.

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(End of this chapter)