aircannonsinc Chapter 611 Holiday
Chapter 611 Holiday
Chapter 611 Holiday
Diagon Alley, Ollivanders Wand Shop.
It took Siron three whole days and almost every excuse he could muster to finally get Lila to reluctantly put away the completed withdrawal application and agree to let him stay at Hogwarts.
But to be honest, although dropping out of Hogwarts at this point would seem cowardly, it would be the best choice for most ordinary students.
Because Voldemort is now more extreme, he won't go anywhere else until he completely takes over Hogwarts. As long as we stay far away, we can easily avoid this disaster.
Of course, this is all predicated on the fact that the wizards on the British side can successfully kill Voldemort; otherwise, hiding anywhere will be useless.
Cyril told Lyra that he was being targeted by Voldemort and that transferring to Beauxbatons immediately would be useless, and presented corresponding evidence.
His [Soul Weapon Codex], and the [Snake Eyes] on his hand.
"This is the Horcrux you were talking about, that person's Horcrux?"
Lila looked at the Horcrux floating in front of her with a complicated expression. She had never seen a Horcrux before, but she could tell that this diary was filled with unsettling magic.
But to mold Voldemort's Horcruxes, and the remnants of Voldemort's soul within them, into a wand—is that really something a wizard could do?
It wasn't that Lila didn't trust Xiren, but rather that this matter was beyond her understanding of magic; she even questioned how these words could be combined into a sentence.
Could Ollivander's innate magic really accomplish something so unbelievable?
Lila couldn't help but look at Gallian, as if asking him something with her eyes.
However, Galian silently turned his head to the side.
He knew nothing—despite also having the surname Ollivander and being Celen's father, Galian had absolutely no interest in making wands.
Ollivander's so-called innate magic was limited to learning how to use a ruler—specifically, the tape measure Garrick used to measure customers' arm lengths.
Lila frowned in disgust and looked away.
"You should have listened to me and gone to Beauxbatons," Lila sighed.
Although she didn't say anything more, seemingly acquiescing to Celen's decision, she forbade him from leaving the wand shop.
Lila's reasoning was also quite sound. Just as Harry was absolutely safe at the Dursleys' house, even Voldemort couldn't do anything to Siron in the wand shop.
Xilun did not object and readily agreed.
For a long time afterward, he would make wands or study new spell rune arrangements in his room every day after waking up, and he enjoyed it immensely.
This put Lila's mind at ease.
Finally, one morning, two weeks into the holiday, Lila and Galian went out—not to work, but to visit some friends.
In fact, Lila and Garian had decided to suspend all their work and stay in England until Voldemort was completely defeated.
After she left, Xilun finally had a chance to catch his breath.
Although crafting wands is also a pleasurable activity, as a teenage wizard, Siron finds it difficult to stay in one place for long.
So, taking advantage of his grandfather Garrick's inattention, Siron immediately transformed into a black cat and secretly slipped out of the second-floor window without disturbing anyone.
Siren had to admit that his actions were somewhat Gryffindor-like, simply put, reckless and without considering the consequences, but this time was different.
The biggest threat to Shire is Voldemort now, but after the battle at the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort is not as good as he seems—how could he hold off Dumbledore without paying a price?
Although Voldemort eventually escaped, given his current timid and cautious nature, he certainly won't show himself until he's fully recovered.
In this way, Xiren had nothing to fear. As for those Death Eaters—to be honest, he was more than happy to encounter them.
However, he had something else to do this time.
Siren walked down the main street of Diagon Alley and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket. It was a letter Sirius Black had sent him a few days earlier.
Dear Siren:
I heard from Hermione about what you guys did at school. You actually started your own new Defense Against the Dark Arts class. That's amazing!
S·D·A, I remember that's the name, right? In fact, we also established a D·A, which was related to someone's new home. I bet you know who I'm talking about.
I visited Harry a few days ago. He's doing well; at least he's no longer going hungry because of that stupid Muggle.
Merlin's Beard, that family is the worst Muggle I've ever met.
Oh, right, I promised to bring you a gift, but I'm sorry, I might have to break my promise, as the gift has already been given to someone else.
If you have time, you can go to the place we agreed on before; I've prepared something new for you there.
I was supposed to come to you, but Dumbledore thought it best to avoid Diagon Alley for a while, especially for people like us.
Also: He tried to explain, but he got a severe scolding. It was the first time I'd ever seen Dumbledore act so reserved, like a student who had made a mistake.
But he believed it was right, and that it should be so.
Your faithfulness:
Sirius Black.
It looked like a very ordinary greeting letter; Sirius went to see Harry and then complained about how terrible the Dursleys looked.
But actually, there are other messages hidden in this letter, but most of them are not noticeable.
First, there's D.A. This wasn't Sirius omitting a letter; it was intentional. Previously, to lure Umbridge into a trap, they deliberately translated S.D.A. as Dumbledore's Army, composed of students, with D.A. being Dumbledore's Army.
The Order of the Phoenix, also founded by Dumbledore, likely refers to its new headquarters location as its new home.
And the gift he mentioned.
Sirius didn't recall Sirius having recently promised him any gifts, and he usually kept his promises, except for the horn of the horned beast.
It wasn't because it was too precious for Sirius to part with; rather, it was because Mrs. Black had already given it away when he was imprisoned in Azkaban, and he couldn't conjure up a new one.
The place they had agreed to pick up was number twelve Grimmauld Place, Blake's old house.
So, putting it all together, Sirius Black probably meant that the new headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is at number 12 Grimmauld Place.
However, Sirius wasn't sure if his guess was right. After all, when Bellagar was disguised as Sirius, that place must have been exposed, and setting up the Order of the Phoenix headquarters there wouldn't be very safe.
Never mind, whether it's true or not, we'll just go and see for ourselves.
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