Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 448 Singing a Different Tune

Chapter 448 Singing a Different Tune

"Merlin's Beard, how could I have agreed to that?"

Standing at the door of the private room, Xilun rubbed his forehead in frustration.

Perhaps because Fred and George were arguing so much that their heads were throbbing, Celen agreed to help them borrow the magazines and then came with Ron.

"Are you really not familiar with the Lovegood family?" he asked. "After all, you all live together."

"You can't say that, Saint Catchpol village is quite large," Ron said after thinking for a moment. "Of course, Dad definitely knows Mr. Lovegood, but we—well, apart from Ginny, we're not really that familiar with Luna."

As he spoke, he casually opened the door to the private room.

Then Xilun saw a dark green, sticky substance flash past his eyes, spraying onto the ceiling and windows of the private room like a high-pressure water gun.

Siren instinctively took a step back, his hand in his pocket gripping the silver-maned wand tightly. A hat flew over from the side, blocking the strange liquid that was splashing everywhere.

But Ron wasn't so quick to react. Before he could figure out what was happening, he was sprayed all over his face.

Then, a smell comparable to the explosion of a dung bomb began to spread rapidly.

"I'm sorry!"

Neville, the culprit behind all this, was holding a potted plant that looked like a cactus and was almost in tears.

His face and body were covered in foul-smelling liquid, but he didn't bother to wipe it off and just kept apologizing.

"This is Mibumibo—I've never tried it before, so I didn't know it would be like this—but don't worry, the stench isn't poisonous." He added anxiously as he saw Ron squatting on the ground vomiting.

"I think what he cares about isn't whether the stench is poisonous," Siren said, returning the borrowed hat to the man.

The man was looking at him with a blank expression.

"Sorry—oh, Cedric." Siren hadn't expected the other person to be an acquaintance.

"It's alright, it's just a little bit of stinky juice." Coming to his senses, Cedric calmly took his hat and cleaned it off with a flick of his wand.

He was actually more concerned about Xilun's reaction earlier.

Wow, that was fast! He didn't even see the other person take out a wand, nor did he hear any incantation being chanted, before the hat flew past.

"I didn't see you in the prefects' box." He glanced at Siron again and said, "I remember you should be able to go to the prefects' box."

"I didn't go," Siren said. "The smaller boxes are more lively."

"That's true, the atmosphere there is indeed a bit too somber." Cedric nodded in agreement. "What a pity, I was thinking of inviting you over."

"That's alright," Siren said. "If it's just sitting around, it's fine. But I'll have to wait a bit; I have something to do."

"Of course, no problem," Cedric said.

After they left, Xilun turned his attention back to the private room.

"Shillon, are you looking for Harry?" Ginny asked, waving her wand to clean up the stench. "They went to patrol the front corridor and might not be back for a while."

"Oh, no, I'm not looking for Harry," Siron said, turning to Luna. "It's like this, I'd like to buy a copy of *The Quibbler*. If you have any extras, could you sell me one?"

He took out the three silver sieves that the Weasley brothers had given him.

"Sorry, Siron, I only have one copy," Luna said. "But I can lend it to you."

She handed the magazine in her hand to Xilun.

At first, Xilen thought she had picked it up backwards, but she soon realized that the magazine's cover and contents were reversed—it has to be said, the name is quite fitting.

"If you lend it to me, what will you look at?"

"It's okay, I have more." Luna opened her small bag, which was full of magazines, about a dozen of them.

"Didn't you say there was only one copy?" Xilun asked.

"Yes," Luna nodded. "There's only one new book; these are all older ones."

"Although I've watched it many times, it's still fun to revisit it occasionally." Luna pulled out another magazine and began reading it with great interest.

"These can be lent to your friends if they like," she said, peeking half her head out from behind the magazine.

"Thank you, I will pass it on to them," Siren said.

Before heading back, he glanced with some sympathy at Ron, who was still squatting there dry heaving—it seemed like some foul-smelling liquid had splashed into his mouth.

Tsk—

After he returned to the box, Fred and George immediately rushed over and took away the copy of "The Quibbler".

He opened it and started shouting as he read.

"Look at this—corruption within the Quidditch League: how the Tornadoes wreak havoc."

"This one's not bad either, Barty Crouch—a shameful traitor or an innocent pop star?" George read aloud from the magazine:

"People haven't realized that Barty Crouch is just an alias," Mrs. Perkis said. "The person people think is Barty Crouch is actually the lead singer of a Muggle rock band. The Directorate of Magical Cooperation is just a cover for his identity. On the day the Death Eaters broke out, he was actually giving a solo concert at Wembley Stadium—"

Xilen rubbed his ears, and suddenly he understood Ron a little better.

What was George just saying? A Muggle rock band's lead singer, using the disguise of being the Director of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic?

Was that really just a sentence?

Even George himself fell into a moment of contemplation.

"Does anyone know who Mrs. Perkis is?" Siren asked in a low voice.

“I know,” Lee Jordan said. “I have an uncle who works in the Reversal of Chance Events group. He came to visit us once and mentioned Mrs. Perkis during our conversation.”

"She's supposedly an old witch, over 150 years old, living on Thornleaf Road in Little Norton, and quite senile, often revealing her magic to Muggles. My uncle even complained that they used to go to Little Norton three times a day. Of course, not anymore."

"Why?" Fred asked curiously. "Did they finally give in and arrest Mrs. Perkins?"

“No,” Lee Jordan said, “Mrs. Perkis is even more confused, completely forgetting that she is a wizard and how to cast spells.”

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Xilun raised an eyebrow. How could someone like this be taken as evidence? Sure enough, there was a reason why so many people disliked this magazine.

But Fred and George didn't seem to mind at all; on the contrary, their eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"That's a really novel perspective."

"This idea is brilliant! How come I never thought of it before?"

"I absolutely must subscribe to this magazine!"