Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 267 New Plan

Chapter 268 New Plan

The exam was over, and the corridor was once again filled with laughter and chatter as people walked toward the exam hall to enjoy the long-awaited moment of freedom.

Siren was still recalling what Harry had just said.

Since he didn't hear Professor Trelawney make any prophecies, does that mean that Voldemort, without Peter Pettigrew's help, will not be able to be resurrected next year?

If so, that would be excellent news for Xiren, since that was precisely his goal.

Professor Trelawney made no predictions, which just goes to show that his guess was correct.

How amazing! Who would have thought that Peter Pettigrew, this cowardly, ungrateful traitor, was the key figure who could bring Voldemort back to life?

"Silon!"

Why are you sitting there daydreaming?

Just then, Fred and George's voices came from outside.

"Didn't you do well on the test?" Fred walked over and patted him on the shoulder in a knowing way.

Don't be discouraged; one imperfect report card doesn't prove anything.

"Yes, Mom often gets furious when she sees our report cards," George said with a laugh. "But look, we're doing just fine now, aren't we?"

"And the exam results won't be available for several days."

"Before this, why don't you forget about this and enjoy the best part of the year?"

During the period between the end of the exams and the start of the holiday, there were no classes or homework. The professors were busy grading papers and rarely appeared in the castle.

What's even more pleasing is that Filch and his pesky cat rarely show up at this time.

Therefore, these few days have always been the most perfect holiday in the students' minds.

They can do whatever they like, play blasting cards all night in the common room, lie on the soft grass all day, or chat with friends in the hallway. They can also laugh out loud without any worries when they hear something funny, without having to worry that Filch might suddenly jump out from the side.

Fred and George loved these days so much that they would have loved to save their sleep time if it weren't for the curfew still in effect at school.

Xilun turned and glanced at them.

"What's wrong? Did you do poorly on your Defense Against the Dark Arts test?" Fred asked with a smile. "That class has frequent teacher changes, so it's normal to not do well. Your family will understand."

"No, it was divination." Celen didn't explain, but went along with their words: "When we were taking the divination test, Professor Trelawney's expression was too serious. I guess it must be because the image I saw in the crystal ball was wrong."

"But you're right, it's just an exam, it's no big deal."

"Of course, that's based on experience," Fred said, raising an eyebrow.

"But you just said 'occupy'?"

"yes."

"That's even less of a concern," George shrugged. "Even Mom knows she's an old liar because she gave Bill a P (bad)."

That was the only time Bill failed during his school years.

"Just because Bill didn't see himself being eaten by a dragon."

"Mom was furious. She thought that Dumbledore's decision to have Sybil Trelawney as a teacher at Hogwarts was the worst thing he had ever done."

"Even the defense against the dark arts professors are better suited to her."

"That's a really bad review," Siren couldn't help but say.

As is well known, Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts professors leave every year for various reasons.

Whether by choice or by force, he will not be re-elected.

However, relatively few people resigned voluntarily; in all these years, there have only been three. As for the rest, half went to Saint Mang and the other half went to Azkaban.

There are rumors circulating that Dumbledore did this on purpose, to save some of the salary for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Although the amount saved each time is not much, over the years it has become a considerable sum, more than enough to buy a house in Hogsmeade.

To say that Trelawney was inferior to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was tantamount to saying that she was inferior to a dark wizard. It seems that Mrs. Weasley was really quite angry at the time.

But thinking about it, it's not surprising. Bill's only failing grade was for such a ridiculous reason; any parent would have done the same.

Mrs. Weasley only swore a couple of times, which is already considered mild-mannered for the Weasleys. If it were someone with a bad temper, Trelawney might have gone to keep the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor company on the spot.

For example, Sirius knows that Harry, who got perfect scores in every subject, suddenly had a P on his report card.

He wouldn't even need to wait until the next day; he could arrive at Hogwarts that very night.

but--

Harry, who got perfect scores in every subject?

Xilun couldn't help but chuckle.

But to Fred and George, it was clear that they had helped Celen solve his exam dilemma—that they were truly remarkable.

"By the way, where are you all headed?" Xiren asked, looking at them.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"We came here to find you."

"Looking for me?" Xilun pointed to himself. "But didn't you just give me my share before the exams? Business hasn't been good lately, so the next share won't be until after school starts."

"No, it's something else." When it came to serious matters, Fred and George immediately stopped smiling and their expressions became serious.

"We'd like to talk to you about the new wand stickers and color-changing spray."

"To be honest, these are a bit outdated now."

"Those professors have been on their students' spells for two years, and they're already tired of home."

"Especially since they always assign so much homework."

"Haven't you noticed that the money I'm being given lately is far less than before?"

Xilun hadn't really noticed.

He hadn't needed money lately, so every time the Weasley brothers handed him the bag, he would casually toss it into the shapeshifting lizard skin bag.

"So what do you mean?" Xilun asked.

Fred and George exchanged a glance.

"Of course, we should add some new tricks."

"We have a lot of good ideas—"

"Like Severus Snape in his lace-trimmed dress and vulture hat," George chuckled. "Is that how it is, Neville's Boggart?"

"Unfortunately, we didn't see it."

"If you could draw it—"

"Then you're all dead, really," Sirens said. "Snape really will kill you, and it will be cruel."

"Why us? Why aren't you here?"

"Because I can't possibly accompany you on something that's practically suicide." Xiren looked at them seriously. "Before that, I'll completely sever ties with you and choose a new partner."

"I think Ron is pretty good."

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