Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 610 Sirius's Money Power

Chapter 610 Sirius's Money Power

Amidst laughter and cheers, the train finally arrived at King's Cross Station and slowly slowed down to a stop.

People dragged their suitcases off the train and, at the ticket inspector's signal, lined up to pass through the partition between platforms 9 and 10.

On the other side of the wall, Xiren immediately saw Garian and Lila waiting for him there.

Besides his parents, his grandfather was also there, talking to Mad-Eye Moody. Behind Moody were more members of the Order of the Phoenix, about a dozen in total.

Even at the crowded King's Cross station, such a large group of people would still be very noticeable.

Especially Moody, although he covered his demonic eye with a hat, the part of his face that was exposed was still very frightening, and every Muggle who passed by would subconsciously avoid him.

And Tonks.

Judging by her attire alone, she was probably the most Muggle-like Auror. However, very few Muggles would dye their hair such a bright, vibrant pink, which made her stand out in a crowd, looking like a tomato mixed in with oranges.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the Aurors did it on purpose, just to warn the Death Eaters hiding in the shadows not to act rashly.

"We've all heard about it," Lila said, walking over. "Why didn't you ever tell us that person had contacted you?"

Xiren had never seen her look so serious before.

"Mom, let me explain—" Celeste said somewhat guiltily, "I thought Dumbledore had already told you."

"Yes, he did, but he only told your grandfather!" Lila glanced in Garrick's direction, whose voice was louder.

"By Merlin, how did you end up being targeted by that person?" Lila's eyes were full of doubt and confusion. "You weren't even in England when he fell from power; you shouldn't have known each other at all."

Incidentally, Celen was sent to England when he was around six years old. Before that, Lila and Garian had been taking him around the world for work.

In Lila's words, Siren was very quiet as a child and did not affect their work.

But when Siron was six years old, they were invited to the Black Forest in Germany to search for a primitive mandrake that had disappeared three hundred years ago.

The Black Forest was fraught with danger and not suitable for a child who was completely helpless, so they sent Siron to England and entrusted him to Garrick.

Theoretically speaking, Siren and Voldemort should have never met before Voldemort's resurrection. So Lila was puzzled and didn't understand why Voldemort would target Siren.

"There might be some—well, misunderstandings—in this," Xiren said softly. "I can explain it, but let's go back now; there are too many people here."

Lila didn't say anything, but just looked up and glanced around.

King's Cross Station was already crowded, but with Hogwarts on holiday, it became even more packed. Occasionally, a pet owl would get upset and let out a piercing screech, instantly attracting the attention of a large crowd.

This is definitely not a place to talk.

Lila turned and left without a word, and Xiren took the opportunity to look at Garrick. His grandfather simply shrugged, giving him a helpless expression.

After all, he was indeed in the wrong in this matter.

Moreover, he kept his promise to Xilen and did not tell Lila about those things; she found out from elsewhere.

"How did my mother find out?" Xilun walked over and asked in a low voice.

“Olem Maxim, the headmaster of Beauxbatons,” Garrick said. “Dumbledore sent someone to Beauxbatons seeking cooperation, but when his man arrived, Lila happened to be visiting Madam Maxim. Later, the man let slip that you were mentioned.”

Maxim — Seeking?

Upon hearing this, Xilun immediately thought of someone.

Hagrid.

If Dumbledore wanted to send someone to contact Lady Maxim, Hagrid would be the best choice.

Could it be that he let something slip?

Okay, if it's Hagrid, then it's perfectly normal.

Xilun rubbed his forehead in frustration, unsure how to explain, so he could only slow down as much as possible and dawdle behind him.

Meanwhile, things weren't going too well for Harry either.

Harry had always thought he would be able to stay with Sirius during this holiday, but it turned out he couldn't.

Both Dumbledore and Sirius Black himself preferred him to return to the Dursleys.

"It won't be long, Harry. Just stay for a while, and I'll come pick you up myself," Sirius said.

"But you promised me!" Harry frowned. "You broke your promise last year."

"I'm sorry, Harry." A hint of guilt flashed in Sirius's eyes. "Although I'd love to live with you, I'm more concerned about your safety. The magic Lily left you is very useful; please consider it done for her sake, okay?"

After Sirius moved out of Lily Evans' house, Harry finally stopped insisting, and after a moment of silence, nodded in agreement to continue living with the Dursleys for a while longer.

Then they walked toward the other side of the platform, toward the Dursleys who seemed to be nailed to the ground, and Siron followed them with some curiosity.

"Good afternoon, everyone," said Sirius Black. "Let me introduce myself. I am Sirius Black, Harry's godfather."

"Murderer!" Vernon Dursley's face instantly turned a deep purple. It was clear he was terrified of Sirius, but he still forced himself to say, "I've seen your wanted poster on TV. You're a murderer."

"Muggle television—I think that's what they do," Sirius muttered.

"Fine, I don't want to explain anything," he continued, "but you better remember, don't let me hear anything more about you abusing Harry. Or I'll make that wanted poster you saw a reality!"

Despite his wanted face, Sirius's threat was still effective; Aunt Penny looked both angry and terrified, clutching her arm tightly.

"Hey, Sirius, don't forget that thing," Lupin said, walking over and patting him on the shoulder.

"I know," Sirius said, pulling a thick wad of banknotes from his pocket.

This thing seemed to possess some kind of magical power. In an instant, Uncle Vernon's face stopped blushing, and Aunt Petunia stopped pinching her arm. The two of them just stared straight at the banknotes in Sirius's hand.

It's all in the largest denomination of £50 bills; such a thick stack must be at least £5,000.

Then Sirius took out another stack and slapped them all into Vernon's arms.

Visibly, the two of them trembled violently, their eyes turned bloodshot, and their breathing became much heavier.

"This is the cost of Harry staying with you, I'll cover it all," Sirius said.

"But remember, if you dare let Harry suffer even the slightest injustice, I will take all this money back immediately!"

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