Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 516 Mr. Weasley, the Target

Chapter 516 Mr. Weasley, the Target

Both Harry and Hermione were genuinely interested in the Order of the Phoenix, and even though the train had been gone for a long time, the topic remained the same.

If Harry encounters a question he can't answer, he will patiently write it down, preparing to ask Sirius again the next time he sees him.

They also talked about the nightmare Harry had, mainly because Hermione wanted to ask about some details.

Harry himself was also puzzled, because Dumbledore had taken the previous two times when the scar on his forehead was in excruciating pain due to nightmares very seriously.

This time, however, he seemed completely unconcerned, and Sirius was not being tormented by the Cruciatus Curse as Sirius had been, a fact confirmed by others.

Sirius said the trip went very smoothly, everything was going according to plan, and he had already found several great places.

The reason I didn't take the train back with everyone was because I needed to discuss with Dumbledore which location to choose as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.

They wanted to take advantage of the Christmas holiday to quickly get everything ready.

Sirius Black wasn't injured and hadn't encountered any Death Eaters, which was ultimately a good thing. So even though Harry felt a little strange, he didn't dwell on it any longer.

Around noon, the sound of food trucks passing by could be heard coming from the passageway outside.

The people in the private room got up at the same time, ready to buy themselves lunch.

"I don't like the lunch on the Hogwarts Express, it's really too dry," Ron said, but still took out a few silver coins.

"Well, that's all we have on the train," Hermione said. "Or you could buy a crucible cake; it's alright."

"You're right, but crucible cakes are too expensive." Ron scoffed. "One cake can buy three lunches, so let's forget about it."

"If you don't mind, I have some leftover breakfast here," Siren said.

He opened his lizard-skin bag, took out a bulging brown paper bag, and placed it on the table in the private room.

Ron glanced at it and couldn't help but show a strange expression.

"How come I didn't know you liked roast beef shank for breakfast?!"

"This was prepared by the house-elves," Siron explained. "I had no idea what was inside until Gollum brought it over."

As a fifth-year student, Siron knew all too well how terrible the lunches served on the Hogwarts Express were; they were only slightly better than dry bread, but not by much.

In comparison, the house-elves are much better at cooking.

This can be seen from the choices made by Harry and his two friends.

Neither Harry, Ron, nor Hermione seemed to care that it was the leftover breakfast from Siren; they simply put away their silver shicos without prior arrangement.

Xilun took the items out of the brown paper bag, heated them with magic, and a rich aroma immediately filled the small private room.

It has to be said that Gulu's understanding of "a breakfast" is quite different from Xilun's.

The group enjoyed a hearty meal, with Fred and George even sneaking over to eat some more, before they managed to finish the rest of the food.

The train continued its journey through mountains and villages, the carriages filled with lively laughter and the curses of wizard chess pieces as they were smashed.

The rest of the journey was filled with a pleasant and cheerful atmosphere. As the train rounded another bend, the familiar 9% platform suddenly came into view.

The students began to get off the train one by one. Hermione and Harry went to maintain order again, and they were among the last group of students to leave the platform.

Upon passing through the partition wall, Siron immediately spotted Mrs. Weasley standing there.

She had lost a lot of weight because of Percy's situation, but now she has returned to her original size and walked over with a smile to hug everyone.

Mr. Weasley was there too, along with Bill, who was dressed in a fashionable manner.

"You took leave?" Xilun asked curiously.

"I guess so," Bill said. "Because of some things, I couldn't stay in Egypt any longer, so I took a slightly longer vacation—those greedy devils deducted a lot of my salary."

Bill didn't say it explicitly, but Cyril could guess that his return was probably related to Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix.

"Molly, this isn't the place to talk. There are too many of us. We'd better go outside first." Mr. Weasley reminded us at this moment, "I've noticed that several Muggles are already watching us."

"I'm sorry, Arthur, you know I'm so happy that the children are all safe and sound." Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyes before quickly leading the group away from the station.

Mr. Weasley went out early and parked his blue car at the agreed intersection.

The car seemed to be under a spell; even with ten people sitting inside and a huge amount of luggage crammed in, it didn't feel crowded at all.

But strangely, it wasn't the Ford Anglia that Mr. Weasley usually drove, but another one.

The Weasley children also noticed the problem—after all, the car was really too new.

"Dad, did you get a new car?" Ron asked excitedly.

"No, this belongs to Sirius."

"What about our car?"

"Our car—I'm afraid we won't be able to drive it," Mr. Weasley said sadly.

Why?

"Because the Ministry of Magic revised its standards for prohibiting the misuse of Muggle items, many of the spells I cast on that vehicle became illegal," Mr. Weasley said.

"You should tell them that there were also raiders who searched our house," Mrs. Weasley said irritably.

She had always opposed Mr. Weasley's various magical modifications to the car, and if someone hadn't given them advance notice last time, Mr. Weasley might have been arrested as soon as Percy was released.

Mr. Weasley simply chuckled and offered no explanation.

Who would have thought that Umbridge of the Ministry of Magic would bypass him, the head of the office prohibiting the misuse of Muggle items, and directly modify the standards that he had set?

He himself was completely unaware of this, and when Kingsley Shackler approached him, he thought the other was joking.

"When was that?" Ron asked.

"A few months ago," Mr. Weasley said, "just after Barty Crouch showed up at Hogsmeade. I remember it was all over the papers that day."

Siron suddenly realized, wasn't that the day Minister of Magic Fudge and Umbridge rushed to Hogwarts overnight?

However, they disagreed with Dumbledore at the time, and the meeting ended badly.

Then Mr. Weasley was targeted—such a shameless tactic, clearly an act of revenge against Dumbledore!