Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 734 Returning to Hogwarts

Chapter 734 Returning to Hogwarts

"Hey Celeste, are you really sure it's okay for you to tell Harry this secret like this?"

After hanging up the phone, Fred couldn't help but remind him, "I mean, there are still a lot of Death Eaters watching over there."

“It should be fine,” Celen said. “I guess given the Mysterious Man’s arrogance, he probably doesn’t even know what a Muggle thing like a telephone is.”

"Also, what I just said was that we would pick Harry up on the day he comes of age, but we all know that Mad-Eye Moody cannot choose that day. He said it himself."

"You're really something."

After Fred and George left, Celen received another call from Hermione.

She seemed to regret telling Harry the truth about Dumbledore's murder, but also felt that Harry had the right to know, so she was conflicted.

In response, Siren could only comfort her by saying that Harry would find out sooner or later, which was one of the reasons why Mad-Eye Moody hadn't reminded everyone to keep it a secret from Harry.

This matter cannot be kept secret, and picking up Harry requires his cooperation. If he finds out the truth at that time, it's hard to say whether he will be swayed by his emotions and do something irrational.

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Mad-Eye Moody originally intended to give this task to Sirius Black, but Hermione accepted it as well.

After offering Hermione a few words of comfort, the call was disconnected again.

Then until evening, Xilun did not see a single person pass by the door.

The next day, before dawn, Xilun heard the call of cuckoos outside.

This was their agreed-upon code.

I opened the window, and sure enough, Fred and George were standing outside.

"Isn't it a bit too early now?" Xilun looked up at the still indigo sky. If he wasn't mistaken, it was probably not even three o'clock yet.

"It's getting late, my dad has already left," Fred said.

"Alright," Siron yawned, "Shall we Apparate to Hogsmeade now?"

"Hogsmeade?" Fred gently shook his finger. "No, no, no!"

"We're going to Godric's Hollow," George said. "Mad-Eye Moody has set up a decoy to make the Death Eaters believe we'll bury Dumbledore near his former home."

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"What we need to do now is to convince the Death Eaters that this is true."

They arrived at the entrance to Diagon Alley, which is the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, where they could Apparate.

"The location is right where Dumbledore and the Mystic fought, you must know that," George said.

Silen nodded, and after Fred and George disappeared, he also Apparated to the place he had been before.

The barn had completely disappeared, and traces of fire could still be seen on the ground—this was the last spell Dumbledore cast, buying them time to escape.

Just as Celen was wondering what they were going to do next, he saw Fred pull out three brooms from somewhere.

"Don't tell me we're flying to Hogwarts."

"This is the safest way," George said. "With just a concealment spell, no one will know where we went. Even if the Death Eaters completely take over the Department of Magical Transportation, they will only see us last in Godric's Hollow."

"Hurry up and take it, we're leaving," Fred urged.

Instead of taking his broom, Xilen took his own from the shapeshifting lizard skin bag.

"Oh, I almost forgot you also bought a broom."

Not to mention Fred, even Cyren himself almost forgot that he had a broom, and it was a special broom that he had modified to be used as a wand, but Cyren had almost never used it.

He preferred Apparition to riding a broomstick through the air.

"Comet 20—" George glanced at Celen's broom, then at his own. "Well, if you like this—well, I mean, it's new, it should be able to catch up with Sweeping Star—"

A brand-new Comet 260 can indeed catch up with the five-star sweeper, but this journey is not exactly friendly to Celestia.

For Fred and George, flying on broomsticks for hours is nothing; that amount of time is all too common in Quidditch.

Before Oliver Wood graduated, he led them in flight endurance training once a week for at least three hours.

But Celen wasn't a Quidditch player, and he had never ridden a broomstick for so long before; he was completely dizzy.

What should have been a three-hour journey took them almost four hours to fly there—but thankfully they made it, and they weren't the last ones to arrive.

The three rode brooms to the designated location, where they were shrouded in a strange white mist. Seeing that they hadn't changed at all, Hagrid nodded and put the lid on a silver pot in his hand.

Xilun had seen it before; it was in the principal's office, along with many other silverwares. The white smoke just now was coming from this silver pot.

There weren't many people, but there were still a few dozen. Most of them were from the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic, and some were old friends of Dumbledore. Everyone had a sad expression on their face.

Sheren also saw Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, who must have been brought there by Mr. Weasley and his group, as well as Bill and Charlie.

They were all acquaintances, so the three of them walked over naturally.

At that moment, a light blue carriage the size of a house, pulled by more than a dozen enormous, winged divine horses, flew down from the sky.

Beauxbatons Principal Olme Maxim stepped down from the carriage and threw herself into Hagrid's arms, who was waiting there.

"Look, did Hagrid forget to check her identity?" Ron whispered.

"There's no need for that. Not everyone can disguise themselves as a half-giant," Siren said.

"Even compound decoctions don't work?"

"I can make you look like her, but I can't make you grow to 12 feet tall."

Cornelius Fudge also came, also riding a broom.

He seemed very unhappy with the arrangement, especially after discovering that Madam Maxim had arrived by carriage.

To his surprise, Sirius saw glimpses of his former self in Fudge. In other words, his lust for power was gradually outweighing his fear of Voldemort.

"Why doesn't she have to worry about being exposed?" Xiren heard him complaining in a low voice to Mad-Eye Moody.

"Furthermore, I do not recall receiving any entry application from Beauxbatons in the last few days."

"That's the answer," Moody said. "The Divine Horses are magical creatures; flying is their gift, not magic."

"Without prior notice, even the Magic Transportation Department would have a hard time detecting them."

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