Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 798 Home Field Advantage

It has to be said that Xilun's proposal has tempted many people.

"Turning Hogwarts into our home ground for the final battle sounds really cool," Seamus said, but then frowned slightly. "The problem is, we don't have the ability to set traps. That requires advanced knowledge of ancient runes, but we—seriously, does any of us have taken that course?"

A handful of hands were raised sluggishly in the crowd, a pitifully small number.

"Perhaps we can use magical items to compensate," someone said. "For example, the wolf-tooth flying saucer; its destructive power is no less than that of magic."

"But Carlo won't allow us to leave the school."

"this----"

The crowd fell silent once again.

"Hey, I think I just heard someone need help?"

Just then, a slightly cheerful voice came from behind the group.

"Looks like we've arrived just in time."

Everyone turned around at the same time, only to see that a passage had suddenly appeared out of thin air in the wall behind them, and two identical people jumped in through the passage.

"Fred!"

"George!"

Ron stared at the two men, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

"Of course, I'm the same as you guys." Fred gave Ron a disdainful look, then looked at Siron on the other side.

"Don't forget, we are also one of the shopkeepers of Hogsmeade."

"Although we had to temporarily close our shop due to the threat from the Death Eaters—" George said with a sorrowful expression, choking back tears as he clutched his chest.

"But we also left some necessary tools behind," Fred said, taking an ear-shaped object out of his pocket and waving it around.

Silen raised an eyebrow. It was one of the Weasley brothers' proudest inventions: retractable ears, which they originally used to eavesdrop on the professor's conversations and the contents of the Order of the Phoenix meetings.

It looks like they've improved this product and then put it in other shops in Hogsmeade.

"We only recently learned that someone was seeking the shop owner's help—" Fred said, which confirmed Celen's suspicions.

"But he ignored us!" George made an exaggerated gesture and wiped away non-existent tears.

"Don't say that, after all, you're not native to Hogsmeade." Siren stepped forward and hugged the two of them.

"Obviously you're wrong," Fred said with a laugh. "It turns out that it's not just the Indigenous people who can help you."

"I heard someone needs magical items?"

"That's it!" Seamus's eyes lit up, and he excitedly pointed at Fred and George, "Weasley—Weasley's Magic Tricks Studio!"

"I'm so glad you remember our shop's name." George took off his hat and bowed slightly.

"Are you prepared to help us?" someone asked.

"Why not?" Fred stepped forward. "You can use anything in the Weasley Wizarding World."

"Most importantly, it's completely free!"

A burst of screams and cheers erupted from the crowd.

Neville, however, noticed the passageway Fred and George had taken. He was astonished when Siron told him it led to the Pig's Head and that the bartender was a trustworthy man.

"My grandma said that only dark wizards and people who want to do bad things go to the Hog's Head, and she never allowed me to go near there."

"That proves the boss hid it very well, doesn't it?" Siren said with a smile. "The Death Eaters thought so too; they never suspected the boss of having any problems."

"That's amazing," Neville whispered. "So, will Fred and George send that stuff over through the Hog's Head?"

"That's right," Siren said. "But you can only use those magical items. I remember you always did very well in Herbalism."

"Yes, all I have are herbs—oh, wait, I think I understand what you mean." Neville's eyes lit up.

"In the fifth greenhouse, a poisonous tentacle plant has matured; in the second greenhouse, there's the devil's web; and in the sixth greenhouse, there's the biting cabbage—"

Those little guys are as destructive as a miniature Cerberus!

"That's right, these things are better than magical items," Siron said. "But be careful not to get spotted by Carol and those Slytherins; I bet they're keeping an eye on the greenhouse too."

“Then you’re mistaken, Celeste.” Neville shook his head. “In fact, they never paid any attention to the greenhouse. Slytherin disliked it because it smelled like dragon dung and wouldn’t go near it.”

"Huh?" Xilun couldn't help but purse his lips.

He had assumed that the people of Slytherin were arrogant and haughty, and that magic was the ultimate religion, but he hadn't expected them to be this arrogant.

That greenhouse was filled with all sorts of amazing plants, yet they just ignored it because they hated the smell of dragon dung?

"Oh right—" Neville suddenly clapped his hands, "I just remembered that Professor Sprout mentioned that a batch of mandrakes is almost ripe. I'll go check on them later."

Neville actually wanted to go right now, but he held back.

Now that curfew has been imposed, and Slytherins could be patrolling the castle at any moment, he needs that magical map to get everyone back safely.

While they were talking, Fred and George had already devised a rough plan for Hogwarts based on their memories and distributed some of their personal gadgets to the others.

"This is burping powder, it's ten times more effective than Joko's, so be careful not to accidentally spill it on yourself."

"These are tickling fleas. If you accidentally knock over the box while you're sleeping, then congratulations, you can change dorm rooms."

"This is sneezing pepper. Remember not to confuse it with the restaurant's black pepper. You'd never guess what will happen!"

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Because they had arrived in a hurry, neither of them carried much with them. But listening to their descriptions, a series of swallowing sounds could be heard from inside the "Always Required" room.

When they took those things back, they were all very careful, as if they were holding a ticking bomb.

When Neville closed the door from the outside, the Requirement Room returned to silence.

Hermione hurried back to her room; she needed to devise a plan as soon as possible to better help Neville and the others avoid being punished by Carol.

"Long time no see, buddy." Fred patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Mom has been very worried about you. She will be very happy to know that you are all okay."

"Thank you," Harry said. "But what are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm here to help," George said.

"We've received information that Professor McGonagall wants to deal with the Death Eaters hiding nearby."

"You were so careless," Fred said, looking at Siron with feigned seriousness.

"You probably didn't realize that everything you said at Honey Duke was overheard by an insignificant little thing."

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"Don't forget what Mad-Eye always says: always be vigilant."