Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 252 Time Converter

Chapter 253 Time Converter

In fact, Celeste also witnessed the entire process of Peter Pettigrew's escape and knew that someone had thrown him a wand.

But that was all; he didn't pay much attention to it at first.

Wands are nothing special in the magical world; there are many ways to get one even without going to Ollivanders Wand Shop.

For example, there are quite a few magic wands in the second-hand shops in Diagon Alley.

But as a wand maker, there's absolutely no way Siren would mistake his own wand.

He took another closer look. It was made of beech wood, and the core was made of unicorn tail hair—a very ordinary combination, just like the name Tom. That's why he hadn't recognized it at first.

Observing the details of the wand, it is not his recent work, but more like the regular wands he made last year when he was practicing.

But it was definitely him who made it.

Siren immediately opened his shapeshifting lizard skin bag and began rummaging through it.

All the wands he made, except those that had been sold or returned to the shop, were in his leather bag.

His practice piece from his second year was obviously not up to the standard of being displayed on a shelf, and no one would buy it, so it could only stay in a leather bag.

But Siron had already searched the bag three times, but still couldn't find it.

"What are you looking for?" Harry asked.

"No, it's nothing," Xilun said, shaking his head.

"Is there anything special about this wand?"

"I'd say it's special." Xilun nodded after a moment of silence.

"Can you find out who's using it?" Harry asked expectantly.

"No," Siren said. "In fact, this is a wand that doesn't meet the standards for sale. Using it to cast spells..."

It is very likely that it will not achieve its original purpose.

He didn't continue speaking.

If there were any doubts before, now Xilun can be certain that he must have also used the time converter.

"Did Headmaster Dumbledore really give this to you?"

"Yes," Hermione said. "It's on the eighth floor. He was in a hurry to get to the Ministry of Magic, so he asked us to help him give you the wand."

"Did he say anything else?"

"Anything else?" Hermione thought carefully and shook her head.

"there is none left."

She glanced at the time again, quickly finished her sandwich, and grabbed Harry's arm once more.

"Oh, hurry, Harry, come with me!"

The two then left the auditorium.

If Xilun is not mistaken, they should be using the time converter at this time.

Should we follow?

He hesitated.

Actually, Siren didn't really want to touch the Time-Turner, and he was curious whether things would have changed if he hadn't gone back with Harry and the others.

"How terrifying, those Death Eaters—"

Just then, the voices of Simon and Dean could be heard from the side.

"So many years have passed, and they still want to avenge the mysterious man."

“Who says otherwise?” Dean took a sip of pumpkin juice. “Luckily he fell from power. I heard that when he was alive, the whole of Britain was shrouded in fear.”

"The Ministry of Magic is practically useless, and even Diagon Alley is deserted, with hardly any shops open."

"The Ministry of Magic—" Seamus curled his lip. "If they were useful, they wouldn't have let that rat escape."

Xilun suddenly raised his head.

Speaking of which, Ollivander's Wand Shop seems to have closed for a while. Siron didn't experience it firsthand, but he heard bits and pieces about it from his grandfather.

It seems that when Voldemort was at the height of his power, the Death Eaters refused to allow Garrick to sell new wands to Hogwarts, forcing the shop to close.

Of course, it's just closing the door; the wands will still be sold, as long as they aren't discovered.

But right now, Xiren's most important task is to sell the wands he makes, and not just to acquaintances, but to expand into markets in other countries.

If Voldemort were to be resurrected and Britain were to fall into another wizarding war, then his plan could be put to an end.

Although it was war, and the wand was the wizard's only weapon, this was theoretically the best opportunity. However, if the Death Eaters really needed a wand, they obviously wouldn't buy one.

With Peter Pettigrew's help, Voldemort will truly be resurrected next year.

Xilun jumped up, startling Ximo who was standing next to him.

"Hey Celen, what are you doing?"

Xilun ignored him and left the hall directly.

He disappeared after passing through a statue, and a black cat jumped out from the other side of the statue.

Siren didn't know where Harry and Hermione were, but it didn't matter. He wandered aimlessly around the castle for a while, then jumped into an open window on the fourth floor.

This is an abandoned, empty classroom where Hermione and Harry, who just left, are now.

But Siron wasn't surprised at all, as if he already knew he would find Harry and Hermione.

They were standing together, a thin chain around their necks with a small, shimmering hourglass hanging from it.

"It's okay, it's just a cat."

Upon seeing Xilun, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way," Harry asked, "what did you just say, 'spin three times'? What were you talking about? What are we supposed to do?"

"Three turns of the hourglass will take us back three hours," Hermione said, fiddling with the hourglass. "Remember what Headmaster Dumbledore said? He said too much had happened in those three hours."

Hermione carefully twisted the hourglass three times.

To Harry's surprise, the black cat had somehow gotten behind them, and just as Hermione opened her mouth to speak, a long tail gently wrapped around the chain.

What is it going to do?

Harry couldn't think any further.

The dimly lit, empty classroom disappeared, and he felt himself flying backward at high speed. Blurry colors and shapes flashed past him. Only when Harry felt his feet touch solid ground again did everything become clear again.

However, the cat disappeared.

"Hermione, have you seen the cat?"

"What cat?" Hermione asked, frowning.

In order not to turn the clock incorrectly, she had been focused on the time converter and hadn't noticed anything else.

"No, it's nothing," Harry said. "Where are we?"

"Three hours ago." Hermione glanced out the window. "Quidditch hadn't started yet, most of the audience was just getting in. We're back just in time, maybe we can even catch Pettigrew a little early—ah!"

Harry was about to ask more about the Time-Turner when Hermione cried out and quickly pulled her head back.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked quickly.

“It’s Celeste,” Hermione said. “He just suddenly turned and glanced this way. Oh no, I’m not sure if he saw me.”

"Probably not," Harry said, glancing furtively outside. "I take back what I said earlier, he went back to the castle."

"Oh no, we absolutely cannot be discovered now," Hermione said anxiously.

"Then what should we do? Find a place to hide?"

"That's all we can do." Hermione decisively pushed open the door and walked out. "Hurry up and catch up. As long as the match starts, everything will be fine."

She looked around the corridor, trying to find another place to hide.

"No, it's not safe enough. Let's go to the sixth floor," Hermione said, but Harry stopped her before she could take two steps.

He glanced at the hunchbacked witch statue not far away. "If I just want to find a place to hide, I have a better option."