Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 9 I think this behavior is very impolite.

After the topic of wands came up, the carriage became unusually quiet, mainly because Hermione was a little hesitant to continue talking to Siren, afraid that he would provoke Neville again.

Xilun was happy to have some free time, and once the train wasn't so bumpy, he started reading the book in his hand again.

Chatting with Miss Know-It-All is much more interesting than the magic wand.

Ollivander gave him this book before he set off, and much of its content opened Siren's eyes to new things.

Well, Ollivanders Wand Shop has been around for over two thousand years, longer than Hogwarts, and what it has left behind is not just that small, run-down shop in Diagon Alley.

Although the book in Siren's possession was not one of the oldest, but rather a "new book" from over five hundred years ago, it was enough for him.

……

From morning to afternoon, the sky gradually darkened. When Siren looked up again, Hermione and Neville were gone, and he was the only one left in the carriage.

"Have we arrived?" Xilun subconsciously looked out the window.

The sky was low and hazy, creating a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

However, at this moment, the lights in the carriage also came on. Under the dim yellow light, the outside of the carriage window suddenly turned pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

Hermione is also back.

"Xilun, you..." She opened the door to the private room, paused slightly in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Hermione shook her head and explained, "I thought you were still reading, so I came to remind you to change into your robes quickly, we'll be there soon."

"Thank you." Xilun nodded.

"You're welcome," Hermione said.

She came back to get her luggage and could also remind Xilen.

But before she could even take the box down, Xilun stopped her.

"No need, someone will help us with our luggage."

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked, somewhat doubtful.

"Of course," Siren said with a smile. "If everyone is dragging several large suitcases, the school's transportation might not be enough."

Hermione was even more confused.

She really wanted to ask what kind of transportation it was, but by then, the train had come to a complete stop.

"Please leave your luggage on the train, and we will take it to your school for you." The voice echoed on the train, confirming Xilun's words.

They really don't need to carry luggage.

"First-year students, first-year students, come this way!" Another unfamiliar voice came from outside.

"Let's get out of here quickly," Hermione said, watching with a puzzled look as Siren took a small leather bag off the luggage rack.

"It's safer to carry some valuables yourself." Xiren slung the bag over his shoulder and then covered it with his long, loose robe.

During this process, there were occasional clinking and tinkling sounds coming from inside the bag.

Hermione suddenly realized what was going on.

It should be gold and silver coins. If so, she really has to carry them herself. Her money is all in her pocket, but not as much as Xilun's, and she has to put it in a separate bag.

This is not surprising; the wand families are essentially arms dealers in the magical world, so they certainly don't lack money.

Speaking of money, she had just met a boy who was supposedly from a very wealthy family. He had no manners whatsoever, was accompanied by two lackeys, and acted as if he had his nose in the air.

In contrast, Celen's personality was much better; he was always very patient with her and Neville.

I was just working a little too hard; I was reading the whole train journey.

Although she was reading "leisure books" rather than textbooks, she couldn't help but feel a little threatened.

However, Siren had no idea what Hermione was thinking. After changing into his robes, he followed the crowd off the train.

Outside, a tall giant was carrying a lamp and shouting loudly:

"...Sorry Harry, I don't have time to talk to you now. First-year students, come over here."

Neville, who had gotten off the bus first, was already next to him, waving vigorously at Sheren and Hermione.

"This way, hurry up!"

"Neville..." Hermione hurried over and asked, "Have you found your toad?"

"No." Neville's face instantly turned dejected. "I've asked in all the boxes, and everyone says they haven't seen Ralph..."

"Maybe it's hiding in some secluded corner," Hermione said. "It's okay, I'll go find the driver and ask him to look for it while he's unloading your luggage. The train isn't that big, he'll definitely find it."

"Thank you, Hermione." Neville was so moved he almost cried.

He was truly touched. In all his life, Hermione was the first stranger who was willing to help him like this.

Before they could even make a move, a piercing meow attracted everyone's attention.

On the other side of the crowd, Xiren grabbed his pet by the scruff of its neck and forcibly pulled it out of its mouth...

A toad?

Just then, a lamp appeared above their heads.

Under the light, Neville could finally see what the toad looked like.

"Leeford!" he shouted with joy, running over quickly and taking the toad from Siron's hands.

"Thank you!"

"Don't say that." Xiren shook his head. He wanted to say something more, but Hagrid had already come over.

The eleven-foot giant had an unparalleled impact on the new students, drawing everyone's attention, Neville included.

Xilun didn't say anything more.

Led by Hagrid, the group began to stumble and struggle forward.

Xilen walked at the very back, looking at Tom, whose face was full of resentment.

"I'm not trying to steal your prey," Celen said, regardless of whether Tom could understand her.

"...But Leif is also a pet. Strictly speaking, you two are practically colleagues. I personally think that eating a colleague is a very impolite thing to do."

"Awooo!" Tom howled.

"You think so too, right?" Celen said to himself, while patting Tom's head.

Tom was completely dumbfounded. When did it agree? It was clearly cursing just now.

That's its prey!

I picked it from the roadside bushes, how did we become colleagues?

Besides, even if it really was a colleague, it ate quite a lot when it was at the pet store. If we're really talking about its value, it's worth at least fifteen Galleons.

Unfortunately, Xilun couldn't understand what it was saying and continued talking to itself.

"Before we reach the castle, we need to make a pact: don't eat your colleagues, okay?"

"Aww!"

"If you eat it, I'll have to pay you back. You know I don't have many Galleons, and they're all used for other things..."

"Woo... Awooo!" She continued to struggle.

"Of course, if you insist on not changing it, I'll have to save money in other ways... like trying to see if hybrid magical creatures can replace the original wand core."

Xilun suddenly narrowed his eyes. "I remember that most of the cats at the EeLa Owl Shop have some kind of cat-raccoon blood, which is why they're so smart. You should be too, right?"

"Meow~"

The pressure on my wrist suddenly eased, followed by a soft, wet sensation on my hand.

Upon closer inspection, Tom, who had been struggling violently, suddenly became docile and was now obediently licking his hand, even his voice had become similar to a normal cat's meow.

It's still a bit thick, giving me a feeling of wanting to clamp it but not quite knowing how.

But none of that matters.

"Good Tom..." Celen smiled and patted the cat's head. "I knew you would understand me."