Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 89 The People Blocked from the Station...

Chapter 90 The People Blocked from the Station... (Seeking first subscriptions and monthly votes)

The five special dragon bloodwood wands kept Xiren in a good mood for many days, and he wasn't even angry that no one took him to the station on the first day of school.

Whether intentionally or not, on the first day of school this year, Garrick Ollivander received a letter from an old friend, Grigorovich, inviting him to Norway to search for the legendary rowan forests that can only be seen under the aurora borealis.

Even after reading the letter, Xiren almost didn't want to go to Hogwarts anymore, so how could Garrick Ollivander possibly resist such temptation!

That evening, he packed his things and set off. When Celen woke up the next morning, he was the only one left in the wand shop. "This is getting more and more outrageous. At least last year they delivered it to the King's Cross station. This year they won't even deliver it to my door." Celen muttered to himself and went to the Leaky Cauldron to buy an egg sandwich for breakfast.

The Leaky Cauldron offers breakfast, but only egg sandwiches without garlic.

Afterwards, Celen ordered three more bottles of butterbeer, stuffed them into the shapeshifting lizard skin bag, and then slowly walked out of the bar, extending his wand.

A gust of wind suddenly swept through the once quiet alley, causing the old streetlights to sway and creak.

Then came an even louder scream.

A bright purple three-story bus appeared out of nowhere and stopped in front of Xilun, with the words "Knight Bus" written in gold letters on its windshield.

Then, a ticket seller, also wearing a purple uniform, leaned against the train door.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus. My name is Stan Sampak, and I'm your ticket seller."

"Where do you want to go?" He looked up at the Leaky Cauldron sign and offered to help carry the suitcase to the car.

"King's Cross Station." Siron followed and entered the carriage.

"I guessed so, three siscos." Stan Sampark turned around. "You probably don't need chocolate or a toothbrush, do you?"

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"Yes, no need." Xilun took out three silver coins and handed them to him, then casually found a seat on the first floor and sat down.

Passengers here are all on short-distance routes. If your ticket costs more than ten West Coast tickets, you will be on the second or third floor after boarding.

There were no seats; instead, there were bunk beds for resting.

The driver was an elderly wizard who wore glasses thicker than a butterbeer mug.

As soon as Xilun sat down, he heard a deafening bang!

He suspected it was a sonic boom.

The bus was going too fast, and he could only hold on tightly to the handrail to avoid ending up in the rear window of the bus at any moment.

That's why he's reluctant to ride the Knight Bus; the experience is just too terrible.

After getting a little used to it, Xilun finally took a moment to glance at the passengers around him.

There weren't many people. At the very back sat two witches whispering to each other. The fact that they could still chat in this situation meant they were probably regulars on this bus.

Next to the ticket seller were a father and son, presumably also going to King's Cross station.

Xilun didn't recognize the other person and had no recollection of them at all. They might be a freshman this year, or a student from one of the other three colleges.

boom!

With another thud, they sped through the streets of London, the buildings and benches outside the window all jostling to make way for the motorcyclist bus.

At this speed, King's Cross Station arrived quickly.

The driver slammed on the brakes, and Xilun had to grip the handrail tightly again to keep himself from flying into the windshield.

Siren and the father and son stood up at the same time. The young wizard was probably experiencing this speed for the first time; he swayed from side to side even before getting off the vehicle.

They couldn't even tell which way was which, and just ran towards the driver.

"Thank you," Celen said to Stan, who had somehow found him a cart.

Having a trolley is so convenient in places like King's Cross Station.

When Siron entered the station, there were still twenty minutes before the Hogwarts Express departed, plenty of time.

From a distance, he saw a group of people gathered between platforms nine and ten, many of whom were acquaintances.

"Symmo, Neville—" Celen greeted the two acquaintances closest to him, "What are you all doing here? Can't you come inside the platform and talk?"

"We want to, but we can't get in." Neville looked like he was about to cry.

"How could that be?" Siren said. "You're not Harry—"

Wait a minute, why does that person in the front who's covering their head look so familiar?

"Is that Harry?" he asked instinctively.

"Yes," Seamus nodded. "Harry was the first one to bump into the wall, and that's when we realized the passageway had disappeared."

"Huh?" Xilun stood there in confusion.

What's going on?

Shouldn't Harry and Ron have arrived just a minute before departure and been stopped outside the station by Dobby the house-elf?

Siren was all ready to see what was going on, but now—why is Harry here so early?

Although he was still blocked outside the station, because it was still early, more people were affected.

Siron glanced around and saw that besides Harry and Ron, there were Seamus, Neville, Ginny, and the Hufflepuff witches.

Including Xilun himself, and the one who hadn't arrived yet, there were a total of eight people.

As time ticked by, the Hufflepuff girl was on the verge of tears.

"The train leaves in ten minutes—we'll be fired if we miss it," she sobbed, her eyes red.

"Don't worry, my dad and Mrs. Longbottom have already gone to look for someone," Ginny said, going over to comfort her. "We'll definitely get into the station."

"And this is an unexpected situation," Seamus said loudly from the side, seemingly trying to reassure himself. "We arrived on time, but we can't get into the station. The school can't expel us, right, Seamus?"

Everyone present looked over at the same time.

"Yeah, you're an Ollivander, you must know that, right?" Ron said loudly.

No, what necessary connection does this have with my surname Ollivander?

Xilun didn't understand.

But seeing the hopeful looks in everyone's eyes, he nodded and said:

"Don't worry, Hogwarts won't expel eight students over such a small matter, and we won't be late either."

"Even if we miss the train, we can take the Knight Bus to school, and we can have lunch in the auditorium."

Almost every wizard who has ridden the Knight Bus has complained about its utter lack of comfort, but no one has ever said it was slow. So getting from London to Hogwarts before noon is not an exaggeration, and might even be a bit conservative.

However, Siren did not notice that after he finished speaking, a young wizard who had just arrived behind him turned pale and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

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