Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 313 Entrance, Audience in the High Platform Boxes

As the competition drew ever closer, a sense of excitement spread rapidly around the camp, like a cloud that could be touched.

As dusk approached, even the wind seemed to tremble slightly with anticipation.

By this point, it was no longer possible for the Ministry of Magic to enforce safety regulations against Muggles.

Various magical signs emerged from all directions, turning the darkened sky into bright colors.

It's tough on the Roberts family; I wonder how many more memory spells they'll have to endure.

However, Celen thought that the Reversal of Accidents team might put a stun spell on him beforehand, which would obviously be easier.

At this time, the original campsite gradually became lively, with vendors pushing carts down from the sky, selling their strange and wonderful things to everyone who passed by.

Badges of various colors, clothes and stickers with player images printed on them, hats that can automatically cheer, and all sorts of flags, statues, fireworks, binoculars, and the like.

"This is absolutely a celebration!" Fred exclaimed excitedly.

Because he didn't give his savings to Ludo Bagman, he bought many souvenirs and spent a lot of money to give Siron a panoramic telescope.

“Take it, we would have lost a lot without you,” George said.

"This is our gift of gratitude."

Hearing them say that, Xilun stopped refusing... even though he really didn't need it.

This alchemical product, which can replay images and even has a slow-motion function, is actually intended for true Quidditch fans, such as Harry Potter or Oliver Wood.

They can use this panoramic telescope to analyze in detail the tactics and strategies chosen by the players.

But Celen isn't a true Quidditch fan; he watches the game more for the result. In other words, his only concern is who catches the Golden Snitch and which side wins the game.

This can be seen even without a panoramic telescope.

However, since Fred and George were unusually generous, he didn't want to spoil their fun, so he thanked them and accepted the gift.

After the two had walked away, he made an excuse to return to the stall.

"You're not thinking of returning it, are you?" Lupin asked from the side.

“No, quite the opposite.” Xiren shook his head.

To Lupin's astonishment and bewilderment, he used his remaining pocket money to buy fifteen more panoramic telescopes.

Because he bought a lot, the vendor gave him a 10% discount.

“You…” Lu Ping opened his mouth, but really didn’t know what to say.

In his opinion, Siren was simply wasting money. Even if Cerberus were watching the game, they wouldn't need so many panoramic telescopes.

But he didn't know what to say, so he could only stare at Xilen with a strange look in his eyes.

“I just spent a lot of money, so I have to find a way to earn it back. I think this thing is pretty good, and I should be able to use it later.” Xiren smiled as he put the panoramic telescopes into the deformed lizard skin bag.

“Hmm… alright.” Lupin sighed. “Although I don’t know what you’re planning to do, as long as you have your own plan, that’s fine.”

"Don't worry, I dare say this is definitely a good plan."

After they returned to the camp after circling around, a deep, resonant gong sounded from somewhere in the distance of the woods.

"The match is about to begin!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed excitedly, immediately heading towards the woods while reminding the others, "Hurry up, everyone keep up."

Siren followed Charlie and Bill, mingling among thousands of wizards, inching forward.

He couldn't help but get excited.

It wasn't because of the upcoming Quidditch match, but because he had never seen so many wizards gathered together so directly before; the feeling was truly indescribable.

They walked through the woods for twenty minutes before finally approaching the entrance, which was a huge stadium. Even if Xilun looked up, he could only see part of the magnificent golden wall surrounding the stadium.

As things stand, this stadium is already bigger than Hogwarts... He was referring to everything except the Forbidden Forest, including the greenhouses and grounds.

At this moment, Mr. Weasley led them to the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by noisy wizards.

"First class ticket, top-floor suite, keep going upstairs, Arthur, to the very top!"

Amidst the envious gazes of the crowd, Mr. Weasley continued walking forward.

Upon arriving in Xiren, he handed the two tickets to the other man. "Second class, high-class box, Mr. Ollivander, and..." The man glanced at Lupin and subconsciously frowned.

"What's wrong?" Xilun asked.

The other person didn't speak, but Lu Ping knew very well that she must have recognized his werewolf identity.

There was nothing that could be done about it; his identity had been registered with the Ministry of Magic, and he was bound to be recognized at such an important event.

Lupin was already prepared to be refused entry.

But to his surprise, the other party did not do that. After glancing at Xilun again, they returned the ticket.

"No, it's nothing, Mr. Ollivander. Please keep going up. Your position is on the high platform on the left."

The other side didn't mention Lu Ping at all, but they didn't stop him from entering the field either.

"I thought I'd have to wait outside," Lupin couldn't help but say after entering the stadium.

"Probably because it's not a full moon today," Xilun chuckled.

"This should be."

The stairs leading to the stadium were covered with crimson carpets, and they went up with the crowd to the highest, most troublesome floor.

There are two raised platforms on the left and right sides, corresponding to the teams on either side. Above that is a smaller box, where the Minister of Magic and the directors are located, and where Mr. Weasley and his party are going.

To be honest, even now, Siron still can't figure out how Ludo Bagman managed to give Mr. Weasley nine tickets for that kind of place as if they were free.

If Quidditch didn't have a large audience, that would be understandable, but...

Xilun glanced around. The stadium, which could hold 100,000 people, was already almost half full in a short time, and more people were still pouring in.

Looking at it this way, Mr. Weasley's Galleon for Ludo Bagman was definitely worth it.

Siren shrugged, turned around, and walked with Lupin onto the high platform on the left.

"Oh, Remus, I never expected to see you here."

As soon as he heard the familiar voice, Siron spotted Professor McGonagall standing up from her seat.

“Me too, Minerva,” Lupin said with a smile. “And Felius, Pomona, long time no see.”

“That’s been a long time indeed.” Professor Flitwick also came over. “We’ve been wondering what you’ve been doing since you resigned, but we didn’t know how to write this letter.”

“Not bad.” Lupin glanced at Siron and said with a smile, “Someone offered me a job as good as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, so I went to Egypt.”

"That's fine, that's fine."

As former colleagues, they quickly struck up a conversation.

At this moment, Xilun also noticed that quite a few people were already seated in the high-platform box.

Besides the three professors, there was also a stylishly dressed witch with expensive opal rings on every finger and frighteningly red lips.

A boy about the same age as Xilun was sitting next to her.

Siren remembered him; he was a Slytherin student, and his name was something like Sabine… I think that was it.

There were three middle-aged male wizards around, all fawning over the fashionable witch, but strangely, Xiren always felt that they seemed a little afraid.

That's strange. Since they've already gone to such lengths to please you, why are they still feeling scared?

He didn't understand, but he didn't care; he just kept looking at the corner.

An elderly couple was sitting there.

They were really old. Xilun had never seen anyone with hair that white. Their whole body looked like skin wrapped around a skeleton, and it felt like even a slightly strong wind could break their bodies.

Seemingly noticing Xilun's gaze, one of the elderly wizards turned his head and gave him a gentle smile.

Xilun quickly smiled and nodded.

Even in this situation, they still insisted on coming to watch the game. You can tell they must be die-hard Quidditch fans.

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(End of this chapter)