Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 314 Giants and Sisters

When he saw the elderly couple, Xiren was momentarily stunned, and subconsciously thought of the legendary alchemist Nicolas Flamel who had lived for over six hundred years.

In his mind, the other person had the same image.

But the problem now is, shouldn't the Philosopher's Stone, which could be used to make the elixir of immortality, have been destroyed three years ago?
Or is this just a false message Dumbledore used to mislead Voldemort?

Xilun didn't know.

Thinking about it more carefully, after the first-year student came out of the underground classroom, his attention was focused on the piece of Voldemort's soul that the unicorn had torn off, completely ignoring the situation with the Philosopher's Stone.

And Dumbledore couldn't possibly tell him these things on his own initiative.

Was the Philosopher's Stone not destroyed?
Xilun composed himself, but in that short time, the elderly couple who had been in the corner disappeared again.

The two seats were empty; there wasn't a single person in sight.

Just then, Lupin walked by.

“Professor,” Siren called out to him hurriedly, pointing to a corner and asking, “Did you see the elderly couple sitting there just now?”

"Is anyone there?" Lupin pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "You must be mistaken. I remember it's always been empty there."

Because Sirius had said that Harry would be in danger at this Quidditch World Cup, Lupin had been carefully observing his surroundings.

He didn't recall seeing any elderly couple here...

Did you see it wrong?

Xiren frowned. If he hadn't clearly remembered that gentle smile, he might have thought he had misread it.

But before Xilun could think about it any further, someone else walked into the high-platform box, interrupting his thoughts.

The people who came this time were really eye-catching, especially the witch in the lead. She was almost nine feet tall and came in with her head touching the ceiling of the box!

Beside her followed two witches, one older and one younger. The older one looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with waterfall-like silver-white hair that cascaded down to her waist. Below her large, bright blue eyes were a set of perfectly white teeth; she was extremely beautiful.

The younger one should be just reaching school age, around eleven years old.

The moment the three entered, they instantly attracted everyone's attention.

As the giantess walked, she complained, "This is the only place we can go. There aren't enough tickets for the top-floor boxes... If you ask me, those British guys must have saved the best tickets for their own people. I just saw a group of redheads go up to the top-floor boxes."

“It’s alright, Ms. Maxim, it’s the same here,” said Fleur Delacour.

She vaguely sensed someone watching her, and when she looked up, she met a pair of jealous eyes.

It was that stylishly dressed middle-aged witch; when she looked at Hibiscus, her eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

But Furong just snorted dismissively, not caring at all.

Too many people look at her like that; if she cared about every single one of them, she wouldn't have time to do anything else every day.

But just because she doesn't care doesn't mean that others don't care.

"What are you looking at?"

Maxim, who had just been complaining about the British Ministry of Magic, was now staring at the fashionable witch, his eyes narrowed into slits.

With just a simple gesture, the atmosphere in the private room instantly changed, becoming heavy and oppressive, as if a volcano could erupt at any moment. Even Xilun felt this way, let alone the person she had directly targeted.

The other person's face turned even paler, and their once bright red lips were now a glaring red, like blood.

"Ms. Olem Maxim".

At that moment, another voice rang out, breaking the eerie atmosphere.

Professor McGonagall stood there, calmly watching them. "The competition is about to begin, and I think you'd better find your positions quickly so you don't miss the most exciting part."

“You are…Millera McGonagall?” Maxim seemed to recognize Professor McGonagall as well, and immediately stopped talking, leading Fleur and Gabrielle to sit down in the first row.

She heard heavy breathing behind her, but she ignored it and continued chatting with Professor McGonagall as if no one else was around.

Gabrielle and Fleur sat to her right, followed by Siron and Lupin, with exactly five seats between them...Ms. Maxim occupied three seats by herself.

Since sitting down, Fu Rong's eyes have been fixed on the stadium below, without even glancing at Siren next to her, as if she had completely forgotten that they had met once in Egypt.

On the contrary, the younger Gabrielle would occasionally steal a glance at Xilen, then frown and ponder something carefully.

However, at that moment, Xiren was also looking at the stadium below.

As 100,000 wizards took their seats one after another, a huge blackboard facing the VIP box stands began to flash golden characters, which would then disappear and be replaced by new characters.

Cornflower: A flying broom suitable for the whole family... safe, reliable, and with a built-in anti-theft buzzer.

Elegant Wizard Robes – London, Paris, Hogsmeade, Beauxbatons…

This is clearly an advertising billboard.

Fred and George dreamed of having the Weasleys Magical Tricks Studio's name on that sign, but they couldn't afford the exorbitant advertising fees.

Even Xilun couldn't afford it; for a super event with nearly 100,000 wizards, the advertising cost would be astronomical, but the effect would definitely be immediate.

More and more people arrived, and the atmosphere gradually reached its peak.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

As Ludo Bagman's powerful roar filled the air, the audience erupted in cheers and applause, and thousands of flags were waved simultaneously to the strains of various national anthems.

The grand celebration of 100,000 wizards even stirred up the passion of Siron, who wasn't particularly fond of Quidditch.

As for Professor McGonagall, she had completely lost the seriousness and composure she displayed at school, standing in front of the stands waving her hands vigorously.

Ms. Maxim's face turned even redder with excitement, but she had to restrain herself lest she accidentally step on the bouncing "walking ball" because of her excitement.

Yes, it's Professor Flitwick... In Ms. Maxim's eyes, he really is no different from a walking ball now.

Fortunately, Professor Flitwick was unaware of her thoughts, otherwise he probably wouldn't have been in the mood to watch the game.

When Ludo Bagman's voice came on, the sign that was originally used to play advertisements turned into a scoreboard, now showing Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Alright, enough chit-chat, please allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

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(End of this chapter)