Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 170 More money, huh? I get it.

Chapter 171 More money, huh? I get it.

Halfway through breakfast, Harry and his friends finally arrived.

"Sirlen, so you're here." Ron stormed over, furious. "Can't you control your cat? Stop it from eyeing Spotty again!"

"Banban?" Xilun blinked, trying to feign ignorance.

"Well, this morning your Tom and Crookshanks almost ate Scabbers together," Harry explained.

"Krookshan would never eat spotted catfish!"

Tom stopped eating with his colleagues a long time ago.

Hermione and Celeste said almost simultaneously that they both had great confidence in their pets.

Ron was furious.

"And what about this morning?" He looked at Hermione. "It's one thing if Siren doesn't know, but you saw it with your own eyes. Look at how they tormented my Scabbers! He's too scared to leave his box now!"

Hermione opened her mouth, looking somewhat guilty. Although she was willing to believe Crookshanks, what Ron said was also true.

Harry, however, became concerned about something else.

"Sirlen, what did you mean when you said you ate your colleague?!"

"It's just other pets," Celen said. "Tom is a pet too, so calling him a colleague isn't a problem."

"Has it eaten other pets?" Ron's face turned pale, and his voice became much shrill.

"It wasn't intentional," Celen explained for Tom. "Penelope of Ravenclaw, her pet rabbit somehow wandered into the Forbidden Forest and was caught by Tom."

"There was also an owl that, relying on its ability to fly, repeatedly stole prey from Tom and even harassed and provoked him at night. As a result, it was dragged down and had all its feathers plucked."

"It even has owls—." Ron was even more desperate.

I originally thought Crookshanks was Scabbers' biggest enemy, but compared to Tom, that ginger cat was actually quite docile.

"But doesn't the owl's owner have any objections?" Harry asked.

"Yes," said Celen, "so I compensated them with new ones, new owls and new rabbits, and the matter was resolved satisfactorily."

"Huh? You bought them new pets?" Ron was taken aback.

"Yes," Xilen nodded. "No matter what, pets are the personal property of wizards, and of course, they should be compensated for if they are damaged. I can afford to pay for it."

"If Tom really does eat Scabbers one day, I'll buy you a new mouse."

"Anything is fine—" Ron blurted out, then quickly corrected himself, "Spotty is different."

I've had it for several years; it's my friend.

"Ah, I get it, you'll have to pay extra, right—" Siren raised an eyebrow. "Diagon Alley Pet Shop, you can choose whatever you want." "That's not what I meant!" Ron's face turned bright red. "I meant, you need to keep an eye on your cat."

"Don't worry about that." Celen nodded. "Tom doesn't usually stay in the dormitory all the time; he prefers the Forbidden Forest."

"Speaking of which, if Tom really wanted to do something to your Scabbers, it probably wouldn't even have a chance to fight back."

"My freckles are pretty amazing too, okay?" Ron pouted, a little unconvinced.

At least, at least Banban lived longer than other mice, which is quite remarkable.

"Compared to Tooth, it's like Hagrid's hound," Celen shrugged. "It's Tom's number one lackey now, the kind that gets beaten into submission."

Ron remained silent. No matter what, he couldn't believe that Scabbers the Rat could be more formidable than a hunting dog.

"What on earth does your cat eat to grow so big?" he muttered.

"Who knows?" Xiren smiled.

After that, the three of them sat down to eat breakfast, and Ron didn't bring up the topic of asking Celen to take care of his pet again, as if he had completely forgotten about it.

Hermione asked a question about rabbits.

"Isn't Hogwarts only allowed to bring three types of pets?"

"That's the general rule," Siren explained. "But if someone brings in a small, docile pet like a rabbit, a ferret, or a non-venomous snail, the professors usually won't object."

Because he arrived early, Siren was the first to finish eating. However, since there was still some time before class, he didn't rush to the classroom. Instead, he waited for Harry and the others to finish eating before leaving the Great Hall together.

"What's the first class?"

"A divination." Hermione's voice came from the left, startling Ron.

"Wait a minute," he said. "Weren't you just in front of me? When did you go over there?"

"I've been here the whole time," Hermione said impatiently. "Are you still half asleep? Are you seeing things?" Shemi ignored Ron's exaggerated reaction and continued, "We'd better hurry. Classes end in the North Tower; it'll take ten minutes to get there—"

The group quickened their pace.

Hogwarts is very large, and many people don't even know the castle inside and out after graduation.

Harry and his friends have been here for two years and have never been to the North Tower.

Fortunately, I've been to West London.

He turned into a cat yesterday and ran around the castle. This is not an exaggeration, it's true.

Although the North Tower where Zhan Xiaoke was located was remote, Xilun remembered it perfectly.

He led the three of them up seven long staircases, across a large platform, and up a rapidly spiraling staircase until they became increasingly dizzy. Only then did they finally hear indistinct voices from above.

By this time, most of the students had gathered on a small platform at the top of the stairs. There was a small trapdoor on the ceiling with a brass plaque embedded in it.

"Sybil Trelawney, Divination Classroom."

As class was about to start, the trapdoor opened, and a silver ladder was lowered out.

"Quite a variety of tricks." Someone said, referring to Justin Finley of Hufflepuff, who was also attending class with Gryffindor today.

Xilun climbed the ladder and arrived at a classroom that looked like a teahouse; the small round tables must have been their desks.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and the lamps on both walls were wrapped in bright red scarves, illuminating everything in a hazy red light.

Moreover, there was a fireplace burning in the room, not the kind with a fire-binding spell, and it was so hot that it was hard to breathe.

Xilun casually found a round table and sat down. Next to him was a shelf full of things, with dirty candle stubs everywhere. Further away, there were broken playing cards and a bunch of teacups.

Everything here feels old and cheap; even the layout is typical of the last century, or rather, the century before last.

Xilun suddenly felt that divination classes might not be a good choice; just attending classes here was torture.

Fortunately, it wasn't so hot in September. If it were June or July, the fire from that fireplace would have caused many students to suffer from heatstroke on the spot.

But things aren't much better now. Before class even started, several students were already wiping away sweat.

"Welcome," a soft, indistinct voice came from the shadows.

Professor Trelawney walked out mysteriously and approached the firelight. She was very thin, and a pair of large glasses magnified her eyes several times over, making her look like some kind of insect.

"Want to do something fun?" Siron whispered to Harry beside him.

"What?"

"Of course it's divination," Siron said. "If I'm not mistaken, the pot in the copper kettle is brewing tea, and the first part of 'Unveiling the Mystery to See the Future' is about tea divination."

"Moreover, we were sitting at a table in pairs, so it was obvious that we were going to give each other fortune readings."

"You mean—we can discuss it in advance?" Harry's eyes lit up.

"No, no, no." Xilun shook his finger. "How can this be a discussion? This is clearly part of divination."