Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 307 Tent
"Great, finally some normal people have arrived." Mr. Roberts happily took the banknotes from Siron and gave him a pound in change.

“Excuse me, what did you mean by ‘normal person’?” Mr. Weasley asked.

"I don't know how to put it, but a lot of people seem to have no idea about the amount of money. There are even people who want to pay me with gold coins as big as a hubcap."

“That’s a good thing,” Siren said with a smile. “Gold is worth much more than pounds.”

“That won’t do, that’s not right.” Mr. Roberts waved his hand. “Here’s a map of the camp, it should come in handy.”

"Thank you," Xilun said. "Here's a suggestion: you'd better take a day off and go somewhere else, go out and have some fun, see a movie, go to a concert or something, and come back tomorrow morning."

"why?"

"It's good for you."

Mr. Roberts's expression immediately changed. He had initially thought the person in front of him was normal, but now he seemed a bit neurotic.

It was unusual for so many people to come to the venue. Although they were all quite strange, they were quick to pay.

Let him leave with such a rare opportunity? That's utterly absurd.

Mr. Roberts's gaze grew increasingly strange. After handing over the floor plan and some change, he turned and went back into the stone house.

Seeing this, Xilun didn't say anything.

Harry, however, was quite curious and leaned over to ask, "What did you mean by what you just said? Did you divine something from his palm lines?"

The divination class included palmistry, but Professor Trelawney didn't cover it in much detail; we probably only studied it for one lesson before moving on to the divination crystal ball.

“Although it’s not exactly palmistry, you could say that,” Xilun said.

"So what will happen if he stays?"

“Something not so good,” Celen said. “At the very least, he’ll be in a daze for a while.”

Harry didn't understand what Siron meant at first. It wasn't until they were some distance away from the stone house that he suddenly saw several wizards appear out of thin air next to Mr. Roberts, who was talking to others, and wave their wands forcefully.

“…Forget everything…” He faintly heard the sound of a spell.

Now he understood... the Oblivion Curse really does make the head feel dizzy and confused.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Hermione stepped forward and glanced at Harry. “If a Muggle hears anything related to magic, the Reversal of Accidents team will use a Forgetfulness Charm on him. With so many wizards gathered together, Mr. Roberts is bound to hear a lot of things.”

"So there's no need for divination to know that he will definitely be cursed with a forgetting spell."

Hermione had always scoffed at divination, and the first thing she did at the end of the school year was to cross divination class off her fourth-year schedule.

“Hermione, I know you don’t believe in divination, but Sirius is different.” Harry said seriously, his face tense. “He really has a talent for it. Remember when Sirius said in his first Divination class that I would soon have another father, and Sirius, he just happens to be my godfather.”

Who would have thought that what everyone thought was a joke would actually be true?

Even Harry didn't expect that he would actually have a godfather at the end of the school year.

Ever since he learned Sirius's true identity, he has believed Sirius's words without a doubt.

After he brought this up, even Hermione was at a loss for words.

She knew about this, and not only did she know, she also personally participated in the whole process.

Before this, probably no one would have imagined that the infamous Sirius Black was not only innocent, but also Harry Potter's godfather.

Anyway, she didn't expect it, but Xilun had guessed it a year ago and even said it. If it was a coincidence, it was too much of a coincidence.

But if it wasn't a coincidence... Hermione frowned; she still didn't quite believe in any real divination.

But in front of Xilun, she was too embarrassed to say anything, so she could only change the subject:
"I didn't know you knew so much about Muggle money."

Hermione said, "I hadn't even seen it clearly yet, and you'd already counted out the money. If you weren't Ollivander, I would have thought you were a Muggle-born wizard."

“It’s just counting money.” Celen shrugged, noncommittal. “If you had those banknotes, you could count them much faster than me.”

Hermione nodded subconsciously; she had indeed been a bit too far away to help immediately.

But there was one thing: Siron was truly the pure-blood wizard she had ever met who knew Muggles best.

To put it simply, if Ron were thrown into the Muggle world, the Reversal of Accidents team would probably be on duty within an hour.

But if this person is Xiren, the members of the Reversal of Accidental Events team can leave early, because they are not needed at all.

As the group entered the camp, they were immediately drawn to the diverse array of tents around them.

No wonder Mr. Roberts thought they were abnormal; after all, Muggles don't build tents like palaces and tie two live peacocks to the door.

“It’s always like this,” Mr. Weasley said with a laugh. “When everyone gets together, they can’t help but show off. Ah, here we are, look… this is ours.”

He pointed to the far end of the field, where a small sign was stuck in the ground that read: Wezley.

“This place couldn’t be better,” Mr. Weasley said with a smile. “Are we the closest to the stadium?”

Siren was right next to him, but his name was spelled correctly; it was Ollivander.

"Alright!" Mr. Weasley suddenly became excited. "We're going to set up the tent ourselves; it shouldn't be too difficult..."

He had been looking forward to this all the way, and now he couldn't wait to pour out all his tools, looking at the hammers and thumbtacks with great anticipation.

Meanwhile, in Xilun, they were also preparing to set up tents.

Unlike Mr. Weasley, he had no intention of setting up a tent by hand; he simply took out his wand and waved it.

In just a few seconds, an ordinary-looking gray tent was set up.

Of course, that's just the exterior; the interior is completely different.

However, this was also the first time that Xiren had used the tent at home. The moment he stepped into the tent, he felt as if he had stepped into another Ollivanders wand shop.

Except for the lack of shelves and wands, everything else, from the layout to everything else, is exactly the same as the wand shop in Diagon Alley.

Even Fred and George, who were visiting, noticed this and couldn't help but marvel at it.

“It’s good, at least it’s not crowded here,” Fred said.

George nodded.

Their tent was set up, but it was just a regular three-bedroom apartment, which would be very crowded with eight people moving in at once.

Oh wait, Bill and Charlie will be here soon, that makes ten, it'll be even more crowded.

In addition, their tents had a pungent cat smell that couldn't be dissipated even with ventilation.

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(End of this chapter)