Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 246 A Battle in Full Bloom: Saffron and Sirius

Chapter 247 A Battle in Full Bloom: Saffron and Sirius

Siren looked at the two people in front of him with suspicion, especially Harry, and asked:

"The game is about to start, shouldn't you be in the locker room?"

"Ah, yes, that's right," Harry stammered, "but I suddenly remembered I forgot something, so I went back."

"That's right." Hermione nodded eagerly. "I went back with him."

Siren wanted to say something, but Hermione quickly walked up and pushed him into the stadium.

"The match is about to start, we'd better hurry to the stands, maybe we can find a good spot?"

"Harry," she turned around, "you should hurry to the locker room too, don't be late for the game."

"No problem," Harry said.

Then Celen walked into the Quidditch pitch, glanced at Hermione who looked a little nervous, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

If it were Ron, he might have actually believed them, but Siron is not Ron.

First, the match is about to begin, and in this situation, unless Harry forgot his Firebolt at his dormitory, Oliver...

Wood would never let him leave the locker room.

Harry wasn't holding a broom at all.

In addition, the path to the changing room also passes through the same entrance, but Harry did not come in.

However, just as cheers erupted around them, Harry miraculously appeared in the Gryffindor group with his firebolt.

It feels like there are two Harrys.

Whether such a clone spell exists in the magical world, Xilun doesn't know, but he does know a way to make one person appear in two different places at the same time.

And coincidentally, Hermione, who was right next to her, could do it.

Siren turned his head again and found Hermione hunched over, looking like she was trying to hide herself.

She was really looking forward to the game yesterday, but she hasn't even glanced at the stadium yet.

This further confirms Xilun's guess.

The Time-Turner is the thin gold chain Hermione wears around her neck; its function is to turn back time, allowing her to go back several hours.

Hermione enrolled in all the courses so that she could take two different classes at the same time. At the start of the semester, Professor McGonagall gave her this.

Her sudden disappearances or reappearances during class were related to the time converter.

So the Harry and Hermione that Siren saw were probably from when time went backwards.

Thinking of this, Xiren immediately pretended to be engrossed in the game, cheering with those around him and launching red fireworks representing Gryffindor into the sky when his team scored.

Sure enough, when Celen turned around a few minutes later, Hermione was gone too.

Siren found her in the second row from the front, right next to Lavender Brown, but this Hermione kept looking at Harry.

Cheer him on loudly!

It seems the other Hermione has left, which is what Celeste wanted to see.

Since Harry and Hermione returned from another time, it would be better for him not to disturb them. Pretending not to know anything and letting them continue with their plans would be the wise thing to do.

However, in Xilun's view, the time converter and prophecy have a certain similarity - everything you do may eventually push reality to that predetermined answer.

So he had absolutely no interest in that thing.

But it's quite interesting to watch others use it. For example, the way Harry was clearly nervous but had to pretend to be calm and try to find excuses was very amusing.

Unfortunately, the Marauder's Map was still with Harry at that time, otherwise he could have remotely watched what Harry was doing.

Xilun watched the game for a while longer.

The score had reached 50 to 20, with Gryffindor holding a slight lead, but the stands erupted in an unprecedentedly loud cheer.

Since Gryffindor's total score has already taken first place, as long as Hufflepuff doesn't fall two hundred points behind, they will win the championship after this match.

No one thought that Gryffindor, with their Firebolts, would be two hundred points behind Hufflepuff, not even Slytherin.

They had stopped waving banners and booing; the stands were quiet.

Gryffindor scored again! Angelina gently tossed the Quaffle into the post, extending their lead once more.

The crowd cheered again, and Xilun waved along with them.

But soon, the cheers subsided, and everyone's attention was focused on Harry and Cedric.

They moved at the same time.

"Look, it's the Golden Snitch, just fifteen feet off the ground!" Commentator Lee Jordan practically leaned out of the stands, shouting into the microphone, "Harry and Cedric spotted the Golden Snitch at the same time, they accelerated and Cedric was left behind—.—."

"Of course! He's facing the fastest broomstick in history!" Lee Jordan's voice grew louder and louder, and many people stood up excitedly.

Xilun was already in the last row, and once everyone stood up, all he could see were the backs of their heads.

However, judging from the commentators, the match should be nearing its end.

Xilun also stood up, ready to leave at any moment.

But then, he suddenly felt something tugging at his robe. Looking down, he saw a pair of large, tennis ball-sized eyes.

"Gurgle?" Xilun was taken aback. "What are you doing—"

"It's me, sir." The house-elf gurgled through the tea towel. "Gurgle had been watching that mouse, and then you told him to come back, so he did."

"Wait, when did I tell you—" Xiren abruptly shut his mouth, then after a moment said, "You saw me?"

"Of course, sir." The little elf nodded vigorously. "Didn't you send Gollum back, sir?"

"Perhaps." Siren frowned, then asked, "Where is that rat now?"

"exist·---

"They caught it! Harry caught the Golden Snitch! Gryffindor wins! They've won the Quidditch Cup!"

Gulu's words were drowned out by a deafening roar.

But Xilun doesn't need that answer anymore.

The next second, a red spell flew from afar and blasted a banner to shreds.

"Everyone, quiet!"

Dumbledore immediately stood up, looking solemnly in the direction from which the spell had come.

Only then did people notice that two more people had appeared on the open ground outside the stadium.

One was a short, wrinkled wizard, and the other was tall and thin with messy hair hanging down his back.

They appeared to be fighting, casting spells at each other with their wands; the shattering spell they had just received had accidentally missed its mark and flown towards them.

"That's Sirius Black!" someone recognized the tall wizard and shouted.

Everyone looked over immediately, and sure enough, the face was exactly the same as the one in the Daily Prophet.

Unlike the students, the professors' gazes were all fixed on another short wizard, and everyone except Dumbledore wore an incredulous expression.

"Peter Merlin," Professor Flitwick couldn't help but say, "wasn't he killed twelve years ago?"

"And he was killed by Blake," Professor McGonagall said.

She was momentarily stunned by the situation before her.

But it's not over yet.

Just as Professor McGonagall realized that she should let the students leave first, Peter Pettigrew spoke, his voice trembling with tears.

"I don't want to betray Jaime, but I have no choice. He's the Dark Lord—what good would it do to disobey him?"