Chapter 530

Jia Siting put the pumpkin he had hammered off into his oven, seeing Xiang Xien looking at the oven involuntarily.

The discussion ended with the sweet and soft scent of pumpkin, and in the end, all six decided to go and watch for a while, but were not prepared to stay long.

In a blink of an eye, it was afternoon, and the sun was setting, casting long shadows.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team returned from training, and Harry, who had gone to train, was still covered in mud.

A broomstick appeared in front of Harry with lightning speed, following him step by step, sweeping as it went, and after he changed his clothes, it flew away and disappeared.

"Cleaning broom?"

No matter how Harry looked at it, it was very similar to Xiang Xien's invention.

It was simply a twin to the one in the Hope Cabin.

Suddenly, Harry sighed; even though there was no wind or rain, this training session was not pleasant either.

Fred and George had been scouting the situation of the Slytherin team, and they had seen with their own eyes the speed of those newly bought Slytherin Nimbus 2001 broomsticks.

They came back and reported that the Slytherin team members were now just seven blurry pale green shadows, whizzing through the air like jet planes.

This became a worry for Harry for a time—he didn't want to lose to Slytherin.

But fortunately, the next thing dispelled his irritability; he was going to Hagrid's hut, the day after tomorrow, which was the day after Wan Shengjie.

Everyone would go, Xiang Xien would go too, and he would also come back to the castle with Hagrid.

This made Harry's steps on the way back much lighter.

Walking quickly back to the Hope Cabin, Harry pricked up his ears; everyone seemed to be discussing the Deathday Party and the ghosts.

And Xiang Xien was gazing out the window as always; Harry felt that he must be thinking about profound knowledge such as how to transform a wizard into a dragon or how to turn a table into a giant.

What about Xiang Xien?

He was pondering if the essence of magic is a wizard's faith, then what level had his faith in magic reached?

Watching Tela climb on the ancient books in the wooden bookcase, thoughts drifted in Xiang Xien's mind.

Rita and the others were about to reach Hogwarts, and for some sharp questions, Hagrid was even willing to take Veritaserum to answer.

His statement would undoubtedly also become powerful evidence.

Thinking of this, Xiang Xien paused,

Veritaserum?

It seemed... not impossible...

It could make a wizard say the most truthful words; if Xiang Xien drank a drop, perhaps he would know.

In his vault, there was some Veritaserum stored, which Professor Sineipu had put in to fill the empty vault, and now it seemed to have a special use.

Then, how should he get it?

Xiang Xien soon had some plans.

The day before Wan Shengjie.

Rita rushed to Hogwarts, and with her came several enthusiastic reporters.

They were all invited by that fairy tale workshop; in name, that fairy tale workshop was equivalent to two magic schools, Hogwarts and Uagadou.

Threatened by foreign forces—a certain unknown African school—the reporters had to rely on the art of language to dig out more explosive content.

And as long as the content was explosive enough, they could even ignore the Ministry of Magic, that amateur troupe—they were not all British newspapers anyway.

It was also on this day that Xiang Xien was stopped in the corridor.

"Great Green! Can you imagine? The second one, that's right, the second Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is about to open!

Oh my, this is all thanks to you—"

Fred said exaggeratedly.

"No matter what you have to do the day after tomorrow, please throw them all into the trash can!"

George's eyebrows were dancing.

"You know how we should go."

Fred blinked.

"Then see you at one o'clock the day after tomorrow."

The twins slipped away happily, not giving Xiang Xien any time to react.

In fact, they had planned this matter a long time ago, but only now was the time confirmed.

But it had to be said, Xiang Xien could just happen to go on the way.

"Xiang Xien, good morning."

At the entrance of the Hope Cabin.

Xiang Xien was the first to arrive again; beside him was Jia Siting carrying a small box.

This was a box that had been cast with a constant temperature spell, which could facilitate the preservation of food.

"Good morning."

Through the white glass, Xiang Xien had already seen the sizzling, tender beef.

"Um, do you still remember the matter of the Green Bookstore?"

Jia Siting said, entering the Hope Cabin.

"Opening soon?"

Xiang Xien was slightly surprised.

The popularity of Green's Notes was even comparable to Wizard's Chess.

Therefore, Jia Siting alone could not bear such a heavy responsibility; he hired some wizards to help, and later simply found a place to print and ship.

Later, they naturally had the idea of renting a shop.

"Wizards in the third year and above can go to Hogsmeade, which is a good place. I finally managed to negotiate a shop there. The opening is the day after tomorrow."

Jia Siting said gently.