Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 366 Mr. Weasley's Letter

Luna's departure midway through the ball was indeed unexpected for Siron. He had always felt that Luna, like Nymphadora Tonks, might possess some kind of innate magical talent.

However, Nymphadora Tonks's talent is easy to identify: she is a shapeshifting Magus, who can change her appearance at will, including her hair color.

As for Luna... she probably can see a person's emotions and then use a special creature to represent them, such as the harassing fly, which should correspond to annoyance.

Of course, these are all Xiren's speculations, and it's possible that harassing flies really exist. Like Thestrals, only those who have experienced certain special things can see them, and Luna happens to meet that condition.

The ball continued, and Celen actually wanted to leave, but Percy kept her chatting for a while.

It wasn't about reminiscing; it was about the Triwizard Tournament. Percy had been telling him, in a very official tone, to compete well and bring glory to Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic.

They talked for about half an hour before Fred and George came over and chased him away.

"What did I tell you? Isn't he getting more and more annoying?" Fred had barely sat down when he tilted his head back and downed a whole bottle of butterbeer.

However, it's understandable; his unrestrained dance just now was indeed quite strenuous.

“Indeed.” Celen nodded; Percy had indeed seemed unfamiliar to him just now.

“Next time you can just kick him out, don’t feel bad.” George sat down on the other side.

“Isn’t this Christmas ball great?” Fred opened another bottle of Butterbeer. “I think Hogwarts could hold more events like this, instead of having to wait until the Triwizard Tournament.”

The two rested for about ten minutes before leaving in a hurry.

Because several people on the dance floor have been transformed into Great Canaries, catching Professor McGonagall's attention, she has now begun searching for the reason.

“I noticed your dance partner has left…that extraordinary witch.” At that moment, Fleur Delacour walked over again and naturally sat in the spot where Fred had been sitting.

“Ah, yes.” Xiren nodded. “Luna heard a piece she liked and went to share it with her family.”

"Really?" Fleur raised an eyebrow. She was clearly not interested in Luna's matter and was just looking for an excuse. She quickly changed the subject.

"I heard that you got the entire academy to help you crack the secret of the golden egg, and you even offered a very high reward," she asked.

"That's right." Xiren cleared his throat and said seriously, "The main purpose is to let everyone experience what it's like to be a warrior. Of course, I had already solved the secret of the golden egg before this, so it doesn't count as violating the tournament rules."

"You've already unlocked the secret of the golden egg?" Fleur stared at Siron, her tone filled with surprise and doubt.

Then she shook her head vigorously.

"I do not believe."

"If you really knew, why waste a hundred gallons?"

“How can you call it a waste?” Siren said with a smile. “Everyone is happy, aren’t they? This alone is worth far more than a hundred Galleons.”

Furong still didn't believe it.

“You’ve misunderstood,” she said. “I’m not here to accuse you of violating the rules. We can actually cooperate… Oh, what’s this!”

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by an owl that suddenly flew in.

An owl flew by from the side, its sharp talons nearly tearing through her magnificent silver-grey robe.

“I guess it’s looking for me,” Celan said. He noticed the owl was also carrying a letter from London, signed Arthur Weasley.

"Excuse me, I'll be right back." Xilun took the letter, completely ignoring Furong's unpleasant expression, and got up to leave the hall.

Compared to the bustling auditorium, the foyer was much quieter, but fortunately, hundreds or even thousands of decorative candles floated in the air, illuminating the foyer as brightly as the auditorium.

Xilun opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of parchment.

Dear Siron Ollivander:
Harry and Ron insisted on delivering the letter, saying that you had made an appointment.

Good news! The public hearings yielded encouraging results, with the majority supporting Sirius Black.

Dumbledore arrived just in time and provided crucial evidence. He retrieved Sirius Black's memories and presented them using a magical artifact called the Pensieve... What a great wizard! I can't think of anyone else who could accomplish such an incredible miracle.

In short, after seeing the memories, everyone overwhelmingly chose to support Sirius Black, believing that he had only made a wrong decision and misplaced his trust in the wrong person. His twelve years in Azkaban were enough to make up for this mistake.

Our minister was not entirely satisfied, and although he remained skeptical, most Wisengamo members believed the evidence was authentic and valid.

Perhaps Sirius Black will be able to truly return soon; we are all looking forward to it.

Let me think of anything else I need to convey...

Oh, right.

Congratulations on becoming a Triwizard Tournament warrior! Molly and I were shocked when we heard the news. We thought it was a prank by Fred and the others... As you know, Dumbledore said before that only students over the age of seventeen were allowed to participate.

You actually defied his magic, that's amazing.

We all heard from Ron that you also passed the first project with the highest score, that's fantastic.

Oh dear, one sheet of paper might not be enough. Anyway, that's it. Harry should tell you the details of what happened at the hearing later (Hedwig was borrowed by Dumbledore to deliver a message and probably won't be back until tomorrow morning).

Arthur Weasley.

Siron folded the parchment and glanced back at the auditorium behind him.

Sure enough, Dumbledore, who had been there when the dinner party and the Christmas ball started, was nowhere to be found.

It seems that Fudge's change of time might also be an attempt to get Dumbledore away. He must know that Hogwarts is going to hold a Christmas ball, and Headmaster Dumbledore cannot be absent.

He just didn't expect that Dumbledore had timed it perfectly, and after completing all the necessary rituals here, he rushed to the Ministry of Magic immediately.

As the headmaster, Dumbledore was capable of Apparition within the boundaries of Hogwarts, not to mention he possessed a pet phoenix that could ignore magical limitations, making it not difficult for him to do so.

But only he could do it.

As Siron was pondering this, Dumbledore suddenly appeared again, entering the Great Hall through a side door, still wearing the blue tuxedo robe he had worn while dancing earlier.

Seemingly noticing Siren's gaze, Dumbledore also looked over and winked at him from afar.

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(End of this chapter)