Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 300 Burrow
So much has happened lately that Xiren almost forgot the Quidditch World Cup is about to start.

Just a week earlier, Ireland defeated Peru, securing the final spot in the final.

These tickets are for the final match between Ireland and Bulgaria. I heard that they've already gone up to 100 Galleons a ticket outside, and that's for the most basic grandstand tickets.

Tickets for higher platforms with better views like these will only be more expensive, and there's no guarantee they'll be available.

"Silon, Siren!"

Just as I was thinking about it, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside.

As Celen looked up, he saw Fred and George push open the door and walk in.

"Good news..."

"Dad got the tickets."

As soon as the two entered, they excitedly said, "And these are high-platform tickets with excellent seats."

"There are quite a few."

"If you'd like to go too, perhaps we can..."

“Hey, wait a minute, what are you holding?” Fred suddenly noticed the envelope that Celen was holding, and the half-exposed cardboard inside.

"Tickets, huh?" Xilun said casually.

"What kind of ticket?"

"Tickets to the Quidditch World Cup".

"You got one too?"

“My grandfather’s,” Siron explained, “but with Hogwarts starting soon, the wand shop couldn’t close, so he gave me the ticket.”

"Great!" George suddenly clapped his hands and said with a smile, "That way, Ron can come with us too."

"Huh? What do you mean Ron can come along?" Siren was taken aback, looking at the two of them. "You guys... you're not thinking of giving me Ron's original ticket, are you?"

“Maybe… he just doesn’t want to go,” Fred said with a shrug. “For example, he might suddenly have a stomachache.”

"Vomiting uncontrollably..."

"His tongue grew to three feet long."

"In that case, he definitely won't be able to go watch the game, right?"

Xilun gave a dry laugh.

What they just said seems to be the effect of quick-acting skip-class candy.

Are they really treating Ron like a Death Eater?

"You two are really brothers." Xilun gave a thumbs up.

“Without a doubt.” George raised an eyebrow.

Just then, another customer came in from outside. In order not to disturb Garrick's business, the three of them went out of the store onto the street.

"So you came to Diagon Alley this time to invite me to watch the Quidditch World Cup?" Siron bought three ice creams from next door and handed them the two sprinkled with peanut crumbs.

“Also, we’d like to invite you to the Burrow for the rest of your holiday,” George said. “Bill is back. He said he ran into you in Egypt and you two got along very well.”

“Indeed, he helped us a lot.” Xiren nodded.

“I’ve always wanted to ask, did you two know each other before?” Fred licked the cream off his lips. “Bill had already graduated by the time you were in school, so you shouldn’t have met before.”

“Never met him before,” Siron said. “We just met back in Egypt.”

"Then how did you recognize me?"

Xilun didn't speak, but simply looked at the twins' heads.

Fred and George exchanged a glance and understood his meaning almost instantly.

“Well, that’s definitely a very obvious feature,” Fred said with a smile, touching his red hair.

"So will you come?" "Mom would really like you to come visit."

The two asked again.

"Alright then." Xilun thought for a moment and agreed.

Since others had extended such a warm invitation, Celen felt it would be impolite to refuse. Besides, he was also curious about the atmosphere of the Weasley family, so it wouldn't hurt to take this opportunity to check it out.

The two were overjoyed to receive a positive answer from Xilun.

"Let's hurry up and get going, we still need to pick up Harry later!" Fred said impatiently.

The three returned to the wand shop, and with Garrick's permission, Siron joined them at the Leaky Cauldron.

George grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace, then went in first to remind them:

"Remember, it's 'Humble Abode,' don't get it wrong."

"Otherwise, we wouldn't know where to look for you."

"Don't worry, it's not like I've never used FiloNet before." Xiren stepped into the fireplace, threw a handful of Filo Powder at his feet, and shouted:
"The Burrow!"

With a dizzying sensation, furnace doors flashed past Xilun.

The next second, he saw a light in a furnace door, and the light was getting closer and closer.

His feet touched the ground again. Xiren suddenly found himself standing in a small space.

It must be a kitchen, because Xilun saw bowls, plates, and pots placed next to it, with various tableware neatly arranged on the small but clean counter.

"Welcome to the Humble Abode, Weston."

George said loudly.

When Xilun turned his head again, he realized that the small kitchen was full of people.

At the very front was George, next to Mrs. Weasley. Ron and Ginny stood at the very back, and at the wooden table next to them sat two other redheads, Bill and Charlie.

Needless to say, Bill was the one who received Charlie when Celen went to the Romanian Dragon Reserve with Garrick.

They even exchanged a few letters afterward, with Xilun asking him to keep an eye out for any good quality dragon bloodwood.

“Welcome, dear,” said Mrs. Weasley, stepping forward to give Hillon a big hug.

“We meet again. How have you been these past few days?” Bill stepped forward and shook hands with Celen.

Next was Charlie, and it's worth mentioning that he had even more calluses and blisters on his hands than the last time we met.

"Regarding dragon bloodwood, there aren't many good pieces in the reserve lately," he said. "There are plenty of ordinary ones, though, but I don't think you'd be interested in them."

"What is Dragon Bloodwood?" Before Siren could speak, Ron asked curiously, "And why do I feel like you know everyone?"

He had originally intended to volunteer to help introduce Xilun.

After all, they were classmates, and theoretically, they were the closest of friends.

But before he could even make a move, Xilun had already greeted everyone around him, and showed absolutely no sign of being a stranger.

“Since we’ve seen them all before, you could say it was a coincidence,” Xilun smiled. “As for dragon bloodwood, it can be used to make the shaft of a magic wand.”

Upon hearing that it was related to wands, Ron's interest immediately waned considerably.

However, Mrs. Weasley seemed even happier.

“You should have come sooner,” she said reproachfully, glancing at George and Fred, who had just climbed out of the fireplace.

Fred blinked blankly, still unaware of what was happening.

Fortunately, someone else arrived at that moment.

Mr. Weasley walked in from outside; he looked like he had just finished get off work.

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(End of this chapter)