Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 164 Dumbledore's Genuine Envy
Apparition is much faster than Portkey, and when Siron opened his eyes again, he was already in Hogsmeade Village, right in front of the oak sign with three brooms.

“Come with me,” Professor McGonagall said, pushing open the door and going inside.

Although Hogwarts has not yet started, the Three Broomsticks have not been affected at all, and the shop is still full of people.

Siron was wondering why Professor McGonagall had brought him here, but as soon as he walked in, he saw a familiar silver-white beard.

It was Dumbledore, sitting there chatting and laughing with a woman of graceful figure and beautiful appearance.

That was Rosmerta, the owner of the Three Brooms, an elegant, passionate, and charming witch who captivated many of the young men at Hogwarts.

When they went in, Dumbledore was telling a joke about a centaur and a troll looking at the stars together, while Lady Rosmerta laughed so hard she almost fell over.

“That’s why I like the Three Brooms.” Dumbledore took a sip of his drink. “When I told this joke to Minerva and Severus, they didn’t even flinch.”

"In my opinion, a good sense of humor is also an indispensable quality for a professor; they are just too serious."

“I’m sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore,” Professor McGonagall said calmly as she walked over. “We obviously have different views on how to be a good professor.”

She turned her head. "Good morning, Rosmerta."

“Good morning, Minerva,” said Ms. Rosmerta. “The usual, a small glass of violet water, is that right?”

“Thank you,” Professor McGonagall said. “And please add another cup of sparkling lemon soda this time.”

Ms. Rosmerta also noticed Siron, who had come along with them.

"A Hogwarts student?" she exclaimed in surprise. "Didn't you come by train?"

"He needs to return to the castle early because of some matters," Professor McGonagall explained vaguely.

However, Ms. Rosmerta did not ask any further questions, nodded, and left.

“Hello, Minerva, and Mr. Ollivander,” Dumbledore said with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

Professor McGonagall walked over, sat down in the empty seat next to him, and asked in a low voice:

"Albus, how's that matter going?"

“Of course, no problem at all,” Dumbledore said. “The school’s restrictions will be lifted completely when you need them, and I will personally do my best to help you.”

"Excuse my bluntness, Albus, but in this matter, I'm afraid you can't be of much help," Professor McGonagall said calmly, her nonchalant tone causing Dumbledore's face to flush slightly.

"So what you said is all true?" He couldn't help but look up and glance behind Professor McGonagall. "Siron really completed all the preparations for his Animagus form?"

“Of course it’s true,” Professor McGonagall said. “I personally put that potion into a tree hollow.”

"How did you do that?" Dumbledore was even more surprised, his bright blue eyes fixed on Sirius.

"How do you manage to keep that leaf in your mouth even while you're sleeping?"

Whether it was a misperception or not, Siren actually saw a hint of envy in Dumbledore's eyes.

Did Dumbledore envy himself?

It was really like meeting Merlin.

If this gets out, probably not many people will believe it, including Xilun himself.

"I don't know exactly what to do either." Coming back to his senses, Xilun thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because I did too much during the day that I slept so soundly."

"Is that so?" Dumbledore frowned, and began to think seriously.

At this moment, Ms. Rosmerta also brought over a small glass of violet water and a glass of sparkling lemon soda.

Sirius took a sip and was surprised to find that it tasted really good. The refreshing lemon flavor spread the moment it entered his mouth, and combined with the unique taste of soda water, it was one of the best drinks he had ever had. Professor McGonagall was also sipping her violet water nearby, seemingly completely ignoring Dumbledore, who was deep in thought.

Useless.

Professor McGonagall knew all too well that no matter what method Dumbledore used, the leaf in his mouth would disappear when he woke up the next day.

Moreover, Dumbledore is over a hundred years old, so no matter what he does during the day, his sleep quality can't be very good.

You should just honestly turn yourself into an animal and stop thinking about Animagus, it's useless.

While Mrs. Rosmerta was attending to other guests, Professor McGonagall spoke to Dumbledore in hushed tones, and Siron only caught the gist of it.

Professor McGonagall wanted Dumbledore to help slightly alter the location of the storm's center.

And Dumbledore actually agreed, he agreed... But is it really possible to change the position of the storm?

“It only takes a little trick.” As if guessing what Siren was thinking, Dumbledore explained in a light tone, “I certainly couldn’t summon a storm, but if it’s just a matter of changing the position, it’s no problem.”

He moved his finger, and the ceiling light shifted slightly to the left, casting its light directly in front of Xiren.

“Like this.” Dumbledore blinked.

After the matter was settled, Professor McGonagall drank the last sip of violet water and returned to the school castle with Siron.

The storm won't start until the afternoon; it's only morning now, so Siren will be waiting in the castle in the meantime.

Unfortunately, most of his luggage was still on the train, otherwise he could have tidied up his dorm room first.

Xiren glanced at his shapeshifting lizard skin bag, which contained a dozen wands and some important books, more than enough to pass the time.

When Xilun returned to the eighth floor, the fat lady saw him and exclaimed in surprise, waking up a drunken witch next to her.

"School hasn't started yet," she said.

“I know,” Celen said. “I came back early, but Professor McGonagall didn’t tell me the password.”

"Does Minerva know too?" The plump lady hesitated for a moment, then opened the door, revealing a circular passageway behind it.

“Well, Hogwarts hasn’t started yet, so we don’t need the password for now,” the Fat Lady said. “But we’ll still need it after school starts.”

"I understand, thank you." Xiren walked down the corridor into the familiar common lounge.

He was the only one in the common room at that moment, so he could sit on any of the armchairs, or even put them all together.

Xilun sat in a chair by the window and opened a metamorphosis book to read.

Although he couldn't concentrate on reading a single word at the moment, an open book made him feel less nervous.

Looking out the window, Xiren couldn't help but wonder where the train was and whether the Dementors had boarded yet.

Probably not, since it's not even noon yet. The Dementors probably only went up to check when the train was almost at the station.

Speaking of which, there should be a lot more Dementors patrolling the school this year.

Looking out the window at the field, Xiren saw the sunlight bathing the entire field in a golden glow, with occasional colorful wildflowers in sight.

Unfortunately, once the Dementors arrive, these things will likely cease to exist. The chill emanating from them can cause all the plants on the ground to wither and die instantly.

"I wonder if Dementors know their way around..." Siren murmured, gently stroking the ring on his hand. "If one of them gets lost in the Forbidden Forest, will the other Dementors be able to tell we're missing?"

(End of this chapter)