Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 817 Fructus Felicis

After Mrs. Longbottom and Tonks left, Celen encountered Patel Delaney from the Literati House. He had apparently also come in through the secret passage of the Hog's Head, brandishing his wand and rushing menacingly downstairs.

In addition, Xiren saw several other familiar faces, reinforcements from Diagon Alley.

Florin Fosco, the owner of the ice cream parlor, had such a striking head of fluffy white hair that it was hard to believe he was a kind and talkative old wizard. In Siron's memory, he had come to Hogwarts with the Order of the Phoenix.

Behind him followed a short, blond wizard who appeared to be an employee of Flourish and Blotts.

To Xilun's surprise, he saw his grandfather in the corridor on the eighth floor.

Garrick Ollivander was speaking rapidly to a wizard.

"Let's do it this way, Mr. Lovegood. I remember there's a very spacious place near the Astronomy Tower that's perfect for your plan."

"That's what I think too, Mr. Ollivander, but before that, I need to find my daughter first," said the wizard in the bright yellow robe opposite him, his tone somewhat anxious.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he saw Xiren walking towards him.

"Ah, Mr. Ollivander." His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Have you seen Luna? Luna Lovegood?"

"She should be with Professor Flitwick. You can look for her near the Astronomy Tower," Celen said.

"Okay, thank you so much." Mr. Lovegood said and then left in a hurry.

Xiren then glanced at Garrick behind him.

"Don't be so surprised, Celeste," Garrick chuckled. "I noticed last night that all the Death Eaters outside the wand shop were gone, so I knew something big must have happened."

"Oh, Galian and Lila are here too, but not with me. Did you see them?"

Xilun shook his head. He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He wanted his grandfather to go back and wait for the war to end in the safer Diagon Alley Wand Shop.

At the same time, he knew very well that Garrick would not agree to the suggestion, otherwise he wouldn't have come.

Seemingly sensing Xiren's hesitation, Garrick chuckled, took out his wand, and gently waved it in front of him.

A powerful gust of air suddenly spread out, blowing several Death Eaters who were trying to climb in through the window off.

"Although I've never said it before, I was a skilled duelist when I was young, and I almost won a dueling tournament."

"Almost?"

"I lost to Felius." A hint of nostalgia flashed in Garrick's eyes. "It was a truly exhilarating battle—of course, I mean, I'm not some frail old man, and you don't need to worry about anything."

Siren had no doubt about this. As a wand maker who frequented the primeval magic forest, Garrick's strength far surpassed that of an average adult wizard.

"But----"

Xilun wanted to say something, but seeing Garrick's calm eyes, the words he was about to say turned into something else.

"Okay, please be careful."

"Silen, I think I should be the one to say that."

"Whatever." Celen shrugged and pulled a thumb-sized bottle from his pocket. "I hope you'll drink this."

Garrick glanced over instinctively.

But when he saw what Xilun had taken out, surprise appeared on his face for the first time, a face that had been calm the whole time.

"Felix Felicis?"

"Professor Slughorn's reward," Siren said. "I've been looking for the perfect opportunity, and now—"

"Hmm————"

Before Xilun could finish speaking, his arm holding the Felix Felicis suddenly and uncontrollably rose upwards.

At the same time, the cap that was originally sealed with Felix Felicis was somehow removed, and a few drops of the golden potion were drawn by a force and flew into Siron's mouth in a flash.

By the time Xilun realized what was happening, he saw Garrick smilingly retract his finger.

"It turns out you need this more than I do, don't you?"

"That's because you attacked me from behind—"

"Sirlen, there's no such thing as a sneak attack in war." Garrick sighed softly. "War—experience is an old man's trump card; young people like you need a bit more luck."

"Alright, we've chatted long enough. You must have something else to do here."

Xilun didn't answer. He was carefully feeling a sensation he had never experienced before, an incomparably exhilarating emotion flowing through his body, as if countless possibilities were laid out before him, as if he could do anything with ease.

He didn't say anything more to Garrick, and simply turned and left.

He didn't go to the Room of Requirement to check on the Weasley brothers; it seemed a non-existent voice had already given him the answer, and there was no need to confirm it again.

"Where to go now—" Xiren muttered to himself, turning to face the stairs.

In situations like this, wouldn't it be more convenient to become a cat?

He thought it to himself and did just that, his body rapidly shrinking until he became a black cat only the size of an arm.

Just then, a deep purple light shot in from outside, shattering the window. The incantation flew over the black cat's head and landed on a painting across the street.

With a hissing sound of white smoke, the picture frame was immediately corroded with a large hole, and the people inside screamed and ran away.

If Siren hadn't turned into a cat, the spell might have hit him on the head, but Siren didn't care about that possibility at all, and didn't even glance at it.

As he walked down the stairs, a series of different possibilities seemed to be rapidly emerging before his eyes.

There were too many people on the first floor. He could jump out of the broken window on the left side of the library on the second floor, then cross the playground and leave Hogwarts.

Siren was confident that he could navigate the chaotic battlefield, evade Voldemort's gaze, and leave this place far behind, thus resolving all the troubles at their root.

Xiren stood on the windowsill of the broken window next to the library. The battle outside was still going on, with bright lights flashing like fireworks.

Even so, Sirius was still confident that if he jumped out now, he could easily walk across the playground and leave Hogwarts without even Voldemort noticing.

But forget it. If he just wanted to leave Hogwarts and go somewhere safe, why didn't he choose the secret passage in the Hog's Head?

Celen jumped back down into the hallway from the window. Not far away, Professor McGonagall was leading other professors and graduates, keeping all the Death Eaters outside in the foyer.

It seems the castle doesn't need support for the time being; perhaps he could go and check out the courtyard.