Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 40 Christmas Gifts

Professor McGonagall's threat had an immediate effect; the students acted much faster, and in less than a minute, all the people who had come to join the fun in the corridor had run away.

Xilun also saw the culprit behind this incident.

Ron and Malfoy, each held by one arm of Hagrid, glared at each other.

Next to them were Harry, Crabbe, and Goyle, all three wearing wrinkled robes, clearly having just been fighting, only managing to separate because Professor McGonagall was present.

But is Harry really that brave? Not only did he fight two opponents, but his opponents were Crabbe and Goyle—to be honest, they looked like two third-year students, at least two sizes bigger than their peers.

"I need an explanation!" Professor McGonagall said, her eyes blazing with fury.

"It was Malfoy who spoke rudely to Ron first, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid put the two men down and said, "Malfoy just insulted his family."

"I... I was just telling the truth," Malfoy protested angrily. "But Weasley slapped me in the face! He hit me first!"

"Gryffindor, deduct ten points!" Professor McGonagall said expressionlessly.

"No, Professor, he's lying!" Ron shouted, his face flushed.

Across from him, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were smiling smugly.

However, their joy was short-lived...

"Slytherin, deduct ten points!"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the three of them looked like they had found a skewer of cockroaches in their candy.

"Wait, Professor, I think you've got it wrong," Malfoy tried to explain. "Everyone can testify that he hit me first."

"I believe I fully understand what happened, and I'm sure you all do too," Professor McGonagall said, her expression stern. "If you think my handling of the matter wasn't fair, you can go to Professor Snape."

Under Professor McGonagall's watchful gaze, Malfoy, though resentful, chose to remain silent.

"Very good." Professor McGonagall nodded and said, "Hagrid, we've been waiting for you. The Great Hall is now just one tree away from being completed."

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I'm coming right now." Hagrid picked up a nearby fir tree and followed behind.

The silver fir tree will later be placed in the auditorium as the most important Christmas decoration.

"Just you wait, Weasley, I won't let you get away with this!" Malfoy said through gritted teeth after Professor McGonagall and Hagrid left.

"Let's go!" He didn't argue any further, and rudely squeezed past Harry with Crabbe and Goyle.

"Look at him, acting like I'm afraid of him." Ron clenched his fist as he watched Malfoy's retreating figure. "If Hagrid hadn't stopped him, I definitely would have taught him a lesson."

Harry didn't say anything, he just rubbed his arm to himself.

Crabbe and Goyle are really strong. If the other Gryffindor students hadn't been quick enough, he might have spent Christmas in the school hospital.

"Are you all alright?" Hermione asked as she ran over.

"It's alright, Professor McGonagall arrived just in time," Harry said, his gaze suddenly shifting to the other side of the corridor, towards the underground classrooms.

"Luckily you called Professor McGonagall. If it had been Snape, he would have just deducted points from our score and wouldn't have punished Malfoy."

"Alright, isn't it all resolved now?" Hermione said. "You guys really should go see the Great Hall, it's absolutely fantastic, I don't even know how to describe it!"

"You guys go ahead, I have something to do," Harry said, winking at Hermione before dashing off.

To be honest, both Ron and Hermione were completely bewildered and had no idea what had happened.

"What's wrong with him?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"I don't know." Hermione was equally confused.

Harry seemed to wink at her, but she had no idea what it meant.

"Never mind, let's go to the auditorium first."

"it is good."

Meanwhile, Harry, who had run out, had already gone up the stairs and caught up with Siren, who was preparing to return to the common room, in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady on the eighth floor.

As soon as Professor McGonagall arrived, Siron put away his wand and left with the others.

The Weasley brothers started even earlier, as if Professor McGonagall would cancel the Quidditch match if they were a second slower.

"Wait, Siron."

"Harry?" Siron stopped in front of the passageway. "What do you need me for?"

"I want to buy a wand," Harry said.

"Huh?" Xilun was taken aback at first, then his eyes lit up.

"You've got good taste. Come with me!" He pulled Harry through the corridor into the common room, sat him down in an armchair, and then turned and rushed towards the dormitory on the second floor.

"Please wait a moment, I'll be right there."

"No, I..." Harry wanted to say something, but in the blink of an eye, no one was in front of him.

Five minutes later, Celen returned to the common room, carrying a tray with a dozen or so different... wands neatly arranged inside.

Harry wasn't quite sure if that round thing that looked like a steering wheel counted as a wand.

There were also other wands with all sorts of strange designs; he had never seen a product with this design in Ollivander's wand shop before.

"I recommend this one, three times the magic, three times the fun..." Siren pointed to the round wand. "Or you can try it out yourself. If you don't like either of them, I have a wand that's two and a half feet long in my dorm. It's not finished yet, but I can take a pre-order."

"How much?" Harry thought he had misheard.

The magic wand they were talking about, not the stick for playing ball... feet?

Is that correct?

"Wait a minute, I really like my wand now and have no intention of changing it." Harry quickly took a deep breath, interrupting the incessant chatter of Siron.

"I want to buy the wand with the Red Hat Nerve as its core."

Xilun paused, then quickly realized something.

"Ron?"

"Yes," Harry said. "I've been planning to give him that wand as a Christmas present for a long time."

"If that's the case, why didn't you tell me beforehand?" Xilun said. "I could have prepared accordingly."

"Because I wanted to surprise Ron," Harry said.

"Heh." Xiren smirked. "I don't know if Ron is surprised, but you've certainly given me a surprise."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused. "If it's money, I've already prepared it."

He pulled a handful of gold coins from his pocket, exactly seven Galleons, no more, no less, which must have been prepared in advance.

"No, it has nothing to do with Galon, it's about that wand..." Siren shrugged. "Well, I sent it back to the shop two months ago."

"What?" Harry's hand, holding the gold coin, froze in mid-air. "You mean, the wand is in Diagon Alley?"

"It could be somewhere else," Siren sighed. "To be honest, I'm not really sure where that wand is either."