Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 733 Harry's Phone Call

Chapter 733 Harry's Phone Call

Dumbledore's death was like a raging flood, instantly breaking down the defenses in the hearts of countless people.

There used to be a few people in Diagon Alley, but after the Daily Prophet announced Dumbledore's death in battle, the place became completely deserted.

Even the Leaky Cauldron was empty, and old Tom could only wipe the glasses that had already been wiped countless times over and over again.

Suddenly, Siron in the wand shop heard the door open.

He thought it was Lila and Garian returning from Hogwarts, but when he looked up, he saw two identical heads sticking in from outside.

It was Fred and George. Celen showed no surprise, only a disdainful look.

"Don't you two have anything else to do?"

"That's really going too far."

"Do you think we would have come all this way to find you if we had something else to do to kill time?" Fred walked in naturally, closing the door behind him as if he were in his own home.

The Weasleys Wizarding Arts Shop remained open—they had said when they opened that even if Voldemort reached Diagon Alley and stood at the shop's door, they would not close the doors out of fear.

Currently, they have indeed achieved this, being one of only three stores in Diagon Alley that are still open, the other two being Wand Shop and Gringotts.

Although they wanted to open for business, there were no customers left. To kill time, Fred and George came to the wand shop twice a day—oh, this is the third time now.

"We're here on serious business," George said.

"You said the same thing the last two times," Xilun said without looking up. "So, all you're really interested in is playing 'Bang Bang' cards with me?"

"You have to learn to find joy in hardship, don't you?" George said with a grin. "We can't just hide in our rooms like everyone else and pray that the Death Eaters don't come knocking on our door."

"We all know this is impossible."

"That's not wrong," Xilun shrugged.

The Weasley family had all joined the Order of the Phoenix, and their feud with the Death Eaters was irreconcilable, with no possibility of reconciliation.

It's Fred and George who, under these circumstances, still had the mood to play POV BOOM.

"Okay, anyway, there's nothing else to do right now," Xiren said, taking out the thick deck of magic explosion cards from under the counter.

"We'd love to play a round, but not this time—"

"We really have important business to attend to."

Still pretending?

Xilun looked at them with a puzzled expression.

"About Dumbledore's funeral," Fred said.

"Just ten minutes ago, Dad sent a message from the Ministry of Magic that the professors and the minister had set a time for the funeral."

"When?" Xilun asked.

"Tomorrow," Fred said, "Dad asked us to pass this message on to you."

"Oh, right, there's one more thing, it's from Professor Sprout—she said your parents should be staying at Hogwarts for a few days, so don't worry about them."

"Wait a minute." Xiren paused, "Why did they also ask you to deliver a message?"

"Probably because it's not easy to deliver a letter these days," George said, pointing to the ceiling.

"The Death Eaters have their eyes on the owls, and it's easy for them to intercept messages now."

"But wizards should have a hard time catching owls in flight," Siron said.

Owls fly very high and very fast, making them difficult for wizards on the ground to hit with spells.

"That's true, but Dementors can."

Okay, Siron almost forgot that the Death Eaters also have Dementors. They can also fly and have a wide-area freezing and slowing effect, which is indeed a big problem for owls.

"Fortunately, we still have bi-directional parchment to use," Fred said with a hint of pride.

Their invention proved invaluable in the war, and there is no better proof than that.

It's a pity this can't be sold, otherwise they could definitely make a fortune.

Not only can they not be sold, but those that were sold in the past have also been destroyed through special methods.

So far, only three sheets of bi-directional parchment remain in normal working order, and they are all in the hands of our own people, so there is absolutely no chance of them being lost.

Just then, a piercing bell rang out in the store.

"What's that sound!" Fred exclaimed, startled.

"It's a phone call," Celen said.

George's eyes lit up.

"Why didn't you ever tell us you had such good stuff here!"

"Didn't I say that?"

"Never." Fred and George shook their heads simultaneously.

"Now you know." Xilun picked up the phone from the corner of the counter.

He'd had this thing for a long time; it must have been after the first year of school holidays when he bought it from a Muggle goods store in Diagon Alley. The shopkeeper even kindly helped him connect the phone line with magic.

It's just that most wizards are more accustomed to using owls to deliver messages, and Siron rarely uses them.

Although the call hadn't connected yet, he already knew who was on the other end—Harry or Hermione; only they knew the number and would call him.

"Click—"

As soon as Siron picked up the microphone, he heard Harry's incoherent voice coming from the other end.

"Sirlen—Hermione, Hermione just told me that Dumbledore was killed by Voldemort—" Harry's voice paused, as if he had just taken a deep breath.

"She must be joking, right? Dumbledore is so powerful—he's Voldemort's most feared person, how could he—how could he be killed?"

"I'm sorry, Harry, it's true," Sirius said softly. "And Dumbledore's funeral is tomorrow, at Hogwarts."

There was another long silence on the other end of the phone.

“I know what you’re trying to say, but no, Harry,” Cyril said to himself. “Mad-Eye Moody went to Privet Drive and told us it’s full of Death Eaters.”

"But why has no one ever told me these things!" His voice sounded strange, as if he was trying to suppress some kind of emotion.

"It's still because of the Death Eaters," Siron said. "You don't think they're just sitting there doing nothing and letting owls deliver letters to your room, do you?"

The breathing on the other end suddenly became much heavier.

"But it's okay, Mad-Eye Moody seems to have come up with a plan. We'll come pick you up on the day you turn 18."

"Why couldn't it have been sooner? I have an invisibility cloak; I could have avoided them."

"It's best not to," Sirius said. "Vanity Fairy has been looking for you, and using the Invisibility Cloak is too risky. Harry, I don't want to attend two funerals in a row."

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Harry fell silent again, and a few seconds later, the dial tone of the phone being hung up came through.