Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 84 Lockhart's Book Signing Event

Lockhart is such a nice guy. Not only did he treat me to dinner, but he also gave me 135 Galleons for free. It's been a long time since I've met someone so easy to fool... such a good person.

No, it should be 130 Galleons. Siron wasn't exaggerating before. That so-called legendary golden wizard sticker really did use gold powder... The cost of fifty stickers is probably around five Galleons.

However, Lockhart is rich, so he probably wouldn't mind if his admirer made a little extra money.

Siren continued toward the wand shop, inevitably passing by the entrance to Knockturn Alley again.

Same time, same place.

The alley was quiet and deep, without a single ray of light. The entire alleyway was like a lurking beast, its jaws wide open, waiting for lost prey.

But today, Xilun had no intention of going inside again and walked straight past.

He had been keeping an eye on things here for the past few days, but nothing had happened. There was no chaos, and no strikers or Aurors had been used to check the situation.

Old Bokin kept his promise.

The six Death Eaters who were killed that night vanished without a trace, like stones dropped into an abyss.

Speaking of Death Eaters, Siron suddenly remembered the shapeshifting lizard that had become his trophy.

That thing was the bait that led him into the trap. Later, he dismantled the trap, because it would have been a huge loss if he hadn't taken the bait.

However, Siren only took that one item. Although Old Borkin said he could challenge for any prize, Siren looked around and found that apart from the shapeshifting lizard, the rest were not very valuable and of unknown origin. So he simply kept his promise and gave them all to Old Borkin.

Old Bojin was quite pleased and took over the remaining finishing work.

As expected of a native of Flip-Flop Alley, his professional skills are impeccable.

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The next day, before noon, Xilun arrived at Flourish and Blotts and delivered the stickers he had made overnight.

He also received Lockhart's promised complete set of signed books, as well as his first signed copy of "I Am Magical".

Flourish and Blotts would officially start selling the autobiography two hours later, along with the book signing, but Lockhart didn't mind and simply gave it away along with several other books.

The complete set of books, of course, includes all of them. In addition to "I Have Magic," it also includes "Giddro Lockhart Teaches You How to Get Rid of Pests in Your Home" and "How to Dance Gracefully with Veela."

Lockhart must have known that these two books had absolutely nothing to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts, which is why he didn't shamelessly include them in the textbook.

Before leaving, Siren also asked Lockhart to write an extra paragraph in "Me, the Magician," to prove that this was the first officially sold autobiography.

Because of the good impression he made yesterday, Lockhart agreed without hesitation.

Siren is planning to sell it at a high price when the opportunity arises. Given Lockhart's current popularity, there should be someone willing to buy this highly commemorative collector's edition.

When Siron returned to the wand shop, a long, winding line had already formed at the entrance. Garrick watched him walk behind the counter with an indescribably strange look in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Xilun asked, puzzled.

"They're all looking for you," Garrick said, his tone complicated.

The old wand maker, who had been idle for decades, never imagined that there would be long queues outside his shop for two consecutive days.

And the huge bag under the counter, overflowing with silver coins, also made him feel like it was all a bit unreal.

He probably didn't earn this much money selling wands in the past two days. Even if Garrick doesn't care much about making money, he couldn't remain completely unmoved at this moment.

Are those stickers and other trinkets really that popular? Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?

Ok……

That's definitely a bit of an exaggeration.

If Garrick had paid a closer look, he would have noticed that many of the people in the queue were actually familiar faces.

These people were all professional volleyball players that Siren had asked Old Tom to find for him at the Leaky Cauldron, five scoops a day.

Not many, but Old Tom found him quite a few people. There were too many drunkards in the Leaky Cauldron with pockets emptier than their faces. Five silver scissors could buy five large glasses of malt whiskey, and the work was simple, so naturally many people were willing to take the job.

Tom himself was happy to help, because the money those people transferred would appear in the Leaky Cauldron's cash box the next day.

The long queues attract even more genuine customers, and everyone is very satisfied. The only downside is that the idea only works best on the first day.

There are only so many wizards in Diagon Alley, and even fewer who are interested in wand ornaments. So by the afternoon, although the line outside was still long, Siron could clearly feel that there were fewer actual customers.

Most people come in, take a quick look around, and then leave.

This was only because they rode the wave of Lockhart's autograph session; otherwise, there probably wouldn't have been many people there in the morning.

"Oh, finally in." At that moment, a familiar voice came.

"It's incredible, when did wand shops become so popular?"

"Or did we miss something, like the wand sticker?"

Fred and George sidled up to Celen, grinning at him.

"Long time no see, Siron."

"We came here once before, and the shop was locked then."

"I went on a long trip," Siren said. "So you came all this way specifically to see me?"

"Of course...no," Fred said.

"Let's buy Ginny her new wand." George stepped aside, revealing a little red-haired witch behind him.

"Ginny Weasley, our youngest sister."

"This year's new students at Hogwarts."

"My mother originally wanted to bring her along."

"But we helped them take on this job."

"We were just about to check out your new... wand stickers." Fred thought for a moment. "I think that's the name."

"There's also coloring spray and skincare kits." This was the umpteenth time Xilun had said this.

We can't ignore these two things just because they're expensive.

Even so, Siren has no plans to lower the price. After all, only with comparison can the stickers appear to be cost-effective, making people more willing to spend money.

"Sirlen, hurry up and take the things out."

Urged on by the Weasley brothers, Siron took out the complete set of Fantastic Beasts stickers and started chatting with them behind the counter.

The Weasley brothers talked a lot, emphasizing how they rescued Harry from his aunt and uncle's house.

"You simply can't imagine what Harry went through."

George made an exaggerated expression. "They won't feed him."

"Fortunately, we received the news in time."

"We took him to the Burrow."

"We came to Diagon Alley together today."

"But Harry called for the wrong door and accidentally came out of Knockturn Alley."

"Why didn't we think of such a great idea?" George slapped his thigh in frustration. "If we had called the wrong door too, we could have gone to Knockturn Alley openly."

"Fred!" Ginny, who was testing her wand, immediately turned around, frowning, and said, "Mom forbids us from going near there. Don't even think about it."

“I’m George, Ginny,” George said. “And I don’t think Knockturn Alley is that dangerous. Even Harry said he didn’t encounter any strange people there, just that the things sold there weren’t very friendly.”

“Dad said he was lucky to run into Hagrid,” Ginny glared at him. “And Harry didn’t do it on purpose; he didn’t want to go to Knockturn Alley!”

"Ah, perhaps," Fred said, his tone ambiguous.

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