thefictionvixens Chapter 6 How could you swear at me?
Chapter 6 How could you swear at me?
August passed quickly.
On September 1st, Ollivander took Siron to an alley outside King's Cross Station early in the morning via Knight Bus.
"That's outrageous! It's your first day of school, and Garian and Lila haven't even sent a letter!"
This was the third time Ollivander had complained about his son and daughter-in-law today, and it was clear he was very unhappy.
However, Xilun didn't care.
"That's how all botanists are. They often wait for months just to see a flower bloom. Aren't you used to it yet?"
"I just think this is unfair to you," Ollivander sighed. "It's such a big day today."
"You're overthinking it," Xilun said, genuinely unconcerned.
"That's great to hear you say that."
Just as Xilun was thinking about how to comfort his grandfather who had stood up for him, he was suddenly slapped hard on the shoulder.
"In that case, I'll take you this far." Under Siren's incredulous gaze, Ollivander pulled out his wand.
"Mr. Drew wrote to me last night saying that he has found a pine forest in Dorset where hunchbacks live. The pine trees are all over three hundred years old. I must hurry and go see it."
"Well then, good luck!"
Before Xilun could even speak, Ollivander vanished from his spot the instant he finished speaking.
"Meow~ Aww~"
When Tom first saw the wizard use Apparition, he was startled by the sudden change, his back arched high, and all the hair on his body stood on end.
By the way, Tom was the name Siron gave to his pet tabby cat. It didn't have any special meaning; he just felt from the bottom of his heart that foreign cats should be named Tom.
"It's alright, relax." Regaining his senses, Siren gently comforted his pet. "No wand master can resist the allure of Bowtruckles, especially the newly discovered Bowtruckle population. This is a normal reaction for him."
To be precise, Ollivanders are not interested in the Bowtruckles, but rather in the trees they inhabit.
A magic wand isn't something that can be made from just any piece of wood. Magic isn't that simple; there are many requirements involved.
The most important and indispensable point is to have the approval of the tree protector.
Only when a Bowtruckle builds a nest on a tree can you take branches to make a wand; otherwise, it's just scrap, no matter how good the age... Oh, except for Dragon Bloodwood, that stuff is 100% acceptable to the Bowtruckles, it's just that they dare not live there.
Currently, there are very few of these high-quality wand trees left in the UK, so Ollivander has to go abroad to find materials.
That's why he was in such a hurry to get there.
Xilun looked around. Fortunately, the alley they were in was relatively secluded, and there were no Muggles around.
Seemingly understanding what Siren said, Tom gradually calmed down and curled up back on the suitcase.
……
Siren entered King's Cross Station, found a trolley, and headed towards Platform Nine.
Although it was my first time here, Siren was naturally familiar with such a famous place as Platform 9¾.
In just ten minutes, he found his destination... a small area between platforms nine and ten that had been enchanted with a Muggle expulsion spell.
When he arrived, a round-faced boy was cautiously approaching one of the partitions. He walked very slowly, as if afraid of bumping his head.
However, this action angered an oddly dressed old woman standing nearby.
"Don't act like a coward, Neville, go over there, and hurry up!" Mrs. Longbottom snapped. The boy was startled, dashed toward the wall, and disappeared.
No, rather than rushing in, Xilun felt that he was more like someone who was so frightened that he lost his balance and fell over along with the cart.
But Mrs. Longbottom didn't seem to notice; she seemed quite pleased with the boy's decisiveness and nodded approvingly.
At the same time, she also noticed Xilen next to her.
"You're also taking the train to Hogwarts, right?"
Xilun nodded, thinking she was a bit confused.
Coming to King's Cross Station at this time of year, not to Hogwarts, are you here for tourism?
What grade are you in?
"First year," Xilun answered truthfully.
"Neville is also a first-year student." Mrs. Longbottom glanced at Siron again, only then noticing that he was alone.
"One person, and a Muggle family that can't accept magic? Ha, this happens every year."
"Okay, kid, if you're looking for a platform..." She held out her hand and pointed to the partition in front of her, "Just run over there and you'll be there. If you're scared, just close your eyes."
She had clearly misunderstood something.
Xilun opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but after hesitating for a moment, he changed his tone:
"Oh, thank you."
"It's not a big deal," Xilun said, feigning sudden realization, and pushed his cart toward the wall.
In the instant of crossing the platform.
"I hope you and Neville will both be sorted into Gryffindor, the best house."
Then, the scene before my eyes changed instantly.
Xilun didn't care about any of that; the words he had just spoken were still echoing in his mind.
Sorted to Gryffindor...
That sounds awful!
Xiren was completely devastated... He was a wand maker, and whether it was engraving runes on the wand or kneading materials into a core, it was all meticulous handiwork.
Patience, meticulousness, and calmness are essential when doing these tasks. Sometimes, it is common to sit in the room all day in order to make a perfect cane core.
But what kind of place is Gryffindor? People are quick on their feet, and they'll draw their wands and fight at the drop of a hat. While not everyone is like that, it's definitely a haven for brutes.
Put him with Gryffindor?
You can't swear like that, it's really awful!
Xiren turned to look at the wall, wanting to go back and persuade the other person to change the blessing... He really couldn't go to Gryffindor, otherwise he would definitely be ridiculed by his peers.
But before the idea could even form, more people came in, and Xilun had no choice but to keep moving forward to make room for them.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't bump into you, did I?" The handcart grazed past Xilen's arm.
"Ah, no." Xiren turned slightly to the side, and then heard the other person continue.
"You're a freshman, right? As the prefect, I must remind you not to linger at the platform entrance, as it will obstruct other people."
"I understand." Xiren looked at the red-haired man in front of him wearing horn-rimmed glasses and noticed his little habit of fiddling with the class officer badge on his chest three times in half a minute.
Percy Weasley was someone I knew, but he didn't seem to recognize me.
Xilun did not speak.
I was already annoyed by being scolded for no reason, but then I encountered someone who constantly brought up my status as the class monitor, which made it even more annoying.
Arguing is definitely out of the question; he's not the kind of person who's rude.
"Is 'prefect' another name for Big Head Boy? Haha, whatever you like." Xiren raised an eyebrow at his badge, giving him a look as if he were looking at a troll, then turned and walked away, almost covering his nose.
He's just a freshman who hasn't even enrolled yet, and he doesn't even know what a class monitor is. There's absolutely no problem with him!
What's more, his badge really does feature a "big-headed boy".
Percy blushed instantly. What's worse, his two younger brothers, Fred and George, witnessed the whole thing and were laughing so hard they were doubled over right at the platform entrance.
"It must have been you two who touched my prefectural badge!"
"nonsense!"
"We don't!"
"I'm going to tell Mom!"
The platform entrance instantly became bustling with activity, but none of this concerned Xilun, who had already boarded the train with his luggage.