Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 756 News of the Wedding

Arthur and Molly earnestly invited Aunt Muriel to stay at the Burrow for a while longer, but she refused. The witch stayed only one night and insisted on leaving the Burrow the next day.

Siren wanted to go back with them, but as soon as he stepped out of the yard, Mad-Eye Moody pushed him back into the house.

"I think you'd be better off staying here," Mad-Eye Moody limped in.

"Alastor, what happened?"

The others came out one after another, looking at the mad-eyed man with a somber expression with suspicion.

"I just got back from Diagon Alley," Mad-Eye said, glancing subconsciously at Sirius. "It's full of Death Eaters, the Leaky Cauldron, Gringotts, and Ollivander's Wand Shop—"

Xilun jumped up with a thud.

"No, my grandfather is still at the wand shop—"

"Don't rush, let me finish." Moody reached out and stopped Siron, who was trying to run outside.

"Garrick Ollivander is good. Those Death Eaters don't seem to have any intention of barging into the wand shop directly. They're just lying in wait in the general store across the street and the ice cream shop next door."

"Besides, I've already managed to get Garrick informed of the situation. As long as he doesn't leave the wand shop on his own, there shouldn't be any problems. I assume you've already prepared enough food, right?"

Xilun nodded.

Long before Dumbledore's funeral, he had bought enough food to store in the shop. A simple Unblemished Stretch Charm and a Freezing Charm would preserve it for a long time.

Xilun himself didn't know how much he bought, but he could definitely keep it up for a year or two.

And it wasn't just him; everyone did it this way. The only metal barrel with a lid next to the Burrow was enchanted with a Seamless Stretching Charm and contained large quantities of cured beef, flour, vegetables, and various canned goods.

It is said that Mrs. Weasley spent all of Gringotts' savings, and Fred and George even voluntarily shared some of the cost.

In this way, even if the Death Eaters surround Saint Catchbolt, they will have ample time to devise a countermeasure.

"Where are my parents?" Siren asked again. "Do they know about this?"

"Remus has already gone to Hogwarts," Moody said.

Since Garian and Lyra last visited Professor Sprout at Hogwarts, they have been staying there temporarily.

Hearing Moody say that, Celen was relieved and sat back down at the table.

"I suggest you and Harry stay here for the time being," Moody said. "That way, we won't have to send any more people to Diagon Alley, and it will be easier for us to move around."

Now, Cyril's position in Voldemort's heart is no less than Harry's. If he returns to Diagon Alley, the Order of the Phoenix will naturally have to send some people to protect him.

But if both Sheryl and Harry stay in the Burrow, the Weasleys can protect both of them at the same time, and those who were originally going to Diagon Alley can free up their hands to do other things.

But Xilun still hesitated.

"I know what you're worried about." Moody's blue magic eye looked at Xiren. "This year's freshmen, right?"

"Yes." Xiren nodded.

"In a few days, the owls will deliver the acceptance letters to each new student, and then they will go to Diagon Alley to buy wands. I'm worried that the Death Eaters might take the opportunity to cause trouble."

"You can rest assured about that. Garrick Ollivander is not just an old wizard who only makes wands," Moody said meaningfully. "In fact, I've worked with him before, and if Garrick didn't have the surname Ollivander, he would probably have been an excellent Auror."

"Also—" Moody paused suddenly, a look of worry appearing on his scarred face.

"I think not many freshmen will buy wands this year."

"Don't freshmen buy wands?"

Before Xiren could even speak, Ron couldn't hold back any longer.

"How is that possible? Every wizard needs their own wand; otherwise, how would they cast spells?"

"I'm afraid that's the Death Eaters' goal," Moody said calmly. "They want to control Hogwarts, but they can't do much with the professors in the short term, so the freshmen are a good entry point."

"You mean they'll prevent new students from enrolling?" Mr. Weasley asked, frowning.

"That possibility cannot be ruled out." Moody unscrewed the flask he carried with him and took a big gulp.

"Look at where they're gathering—the Leaky Cauldron. That's the entrance to Diagon Alley. If freshmen are kept out of the way and can't even get into Diagon Alley, how are they supposed to buy their own wands?"

Moody seemed to have other things to do and didn't stay there. He said a few more words and then left in a hurry. Mr. Weasley also set off for the Ministry of Magic.

After they left, the others continued discussing the speculation that Moody had just mentioned.

A wand that controls new life—if the Death Eaters did that, it would be a real problem.

"Strange. What's the problem?" Harry looked at the group of people with furrowed brows in confusion. "Doesn't Siron also make wands? And if I remember correctly, his work is very popular in France, and many wizards have sent him orders."

The crowd, which had been buzzing with discussion, suddenly fell silent and all turned to look at Xilun.

"To correct you, it's not just France, we're getting a lot of orders from other countries too," Xiren shrugged.

The Death Eaters' desire to control the newly created wands is a good idea, but Garrick Ollivander is not the only wandmaker in Britain.

As long as the Death Eaters don't completely take over Hogwarts, he can prepare the wands the new students need as soon as he returns for the start of the semester.

"You haven't forgotten my profession, have you?" Sirius looked at the adults in the room, especially Sirius.

"You surely remember, the wand you're using now is one of my creations."

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Sirius's face flushed red and then turned pale, somewhat embarrassed.

It's all Mad-Eye Moody's fault; he kept talking about Garrick Ollivander, which made them overlook that Siren, who was standing next to them, was also an Ollivander.

"So, this big problem is solved, isn't it?" Nymphadora Tonks said.

"In fact, this wasn't really a problem at all."

"That's good." She smiled. "One less troublesome thing, and we can focus on preparing for the wedding."

"Wait, what did you say?" Ron looked at her blankly.

"wedding?"

"Are you getting married?"

“That’s right,” Tonks said smugly. “Lupin and I have decided to get married, just in the last few days.”

All eyes turned to Lu Ping.

"You agreed?" Ron asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Hmm." Lupin hesitated for a moment, but quickly nodded frankly and said, "Tonks thinks we need some good news to ease everyone's tension a bit."

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