Twenty minutes later, Hermione finally understood what Xilun meant by “transportation.”
She never dreamed that new students would have to take a boat to school, and at the same time, she saw the majestic Castle standing at the end of the lake.
Windows twinkled under the starry sky, mysterious and beautiful.
Most of the other new students were also captivated by this scene, standing rooted to the spot.
"Hurry up, new students! If you want to sit in the warm Castle and enjoy a sumptuous dinner, then get on board quickly."
"But be sure to note, each boat cannot have more than four people!"
"Harry, come here, others follow behind." Hagrid guided the new students in an orderly fashion.
"Hey, I know you."
Xilun looked up at the boy who was speaking to him from across the boat.
Platinum blonde hair, pale complexion, he looked arrogant and a little sharp-tongued.
He seemed to be having a spat with someone and appeared to have been at a disadvantage, his tone a bit aggressive when he spoke.
"I remember you," he said again, "You're the one from the wand shop, right?"
"Yes," Xilun said, looking at the other two boys next to him, who were stout and looked like two wooden stumps.
"Oh, this is Crabbe, and this is Goyle," the boy said, "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, I guess you must be one of us, right?"
Xilun raised an eyebrow, "If you're referring to pure-blood, then yes."
"Then you must know me, right?" Malfoy continued, "Or are you like some people, foolish and ignorant?"
His voice suddenly grew much louder, as if he was deliberately speaking for someone else to hear.
Xilun guessed it was the small boat next to theirs, or more precisely, Harry Potter, who was sitting on the left with a scar on his forehead.
However, showing off his family's reputation here, was he so angry that his brain was muddled?
"Allow me to introduce myself, Siron Ollivander." Xilun looked at the slightly proud Malfoy and suddenly couldn't help but smile.
"In fact, when Malfoy I rose, Ollivander had already existed on this land for eighteen hundred years. Do you understand what I mean when I say that?"
The small boat instantly fell silent.
Then, a clear, undisguised scoff came from the next boat.
Malfoy's originally pale face instantly turned crimson.
When he was humiliated by Harry Potter on the train, his face hadn't turned this red. He didn't expect to be “humiliated” here, but on second thought, what the other person said was completely true.
Xilun also wanted to laugh, but he held back.
One could only say Malfoy brought it upon himself.
If one were to count the amount of Galleon, the Ollivander family might rank at the very bottom of all pure-blood families.
But if you're talking about heritage and family history, then I'm sorry, there isn't a single pure-blood family in all of Britain that can compare, including Hogwarts, and even Merlin.
Hogwarts was established a thousand years ago, which is the tenth century.
The legends of Merlin and King Arthur are from the sixth century.
And Ollivander… it’s written on the sign, 382 BC, more than nine hundred years earlier than Merlin.
Xilun looked at the flushed Malfoy, spreading his hands, "Tsk, you clearly saw me at the wand shop, why bother…"
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the surrounding temperature seemed to have gotten a bit warmer.
However, Xilun didn't want to make Malfoy too embarrassed, so he extended his hand proactively:
"Allow me to formally introduce myself, Siron Ollivander, and I do recognize you… Hawthorn wood, Unicorn hair, ten inches, right?"
The step Xilun offered was timely, and Malfoy's face returned to normal at a visible rate.
He really wanted to swat that hand away, but after only a moment of hesitation, he gave up the idea and extended his own hand.
"Draco Malfoy."
"You already said that once."
"You'll definitely be sorted into Slytherin." Malfoy immediately changed the subject.
"Perhaps," Xilun said.
It's still the same phrase, do you understand the value of 382 BC?
It’s just that Ollivander never cared about anything other than wands, otherwise, if you really wanted to talk about so-called pure-blood, Salazar Slytherin himself would have to step aside.
But that sort of thing is meaningless; go back a few generations, and everyone is a half-blood.
However, after they shook hands and made peace, there was much disappointment on the boat next door.
"I thought Malfoy was going to get a good telling off," Ron sighed, but quickly grinned, "But this is good too, did you see it just now? Malfoy's face was redder than the train."
"Ah, I saw it." Harry Potter nodded.
"Wait a minute." At this moment, Hermione, who was sitting across from them, suddenly spoke, "That Ollivander family, does it really have eighteen hundred years of history?"
"P-perhaps," Ron scratched his hair.
To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure either.
He only knew that the name Ollivander was very famous; their family's wands were all made by Ollivander, including his grandfather, and his grandfather's grandfather as well.
As for how many years Ollivander has actually existed?
Who would bother to find out about that?
The four people on the boat collectively fell silent… No one knew what they were thinking, but Xilun and Malfoy were chatting quite happily.
In just this short while, Malfoy had already asked three times if he could really turn the wand silver-green.
In response, Xilun, who had "accidentally" let it slip, shrugged and said that it was still under research, the technology was not mature, and they had to wait patiently.
"I'll pay more, no matter how many Galleon!" Malfoy thumped his chest loudly.
Silver base with green patterns, the same color scheme as the Slytherin emblem, this is absolutely necessary; if you don't want it, you're not a Slytherin!
The small boat passed the center of the lake, and the bright moonlight illuminated the blush on Malfoy's face, though this time it was from excitement.
Xilun looked at the thirty Galleon deposit in his hand and slightly curved the corner of his mouth.
Indeed, his previous idea was feasible; coming to Hogwarts, this money was really easy to trick… easy to earn.
…
In this strange atmosphere, the small boat finally reached the opposite shore.
Hagrid walked at the very front, ascended the stone steps, raised a massive fist, and knocked on the Castle door three times.
The door opened, and the stern-faced Professor McGonagall appeared before everyone, ready to lead the new students into the Great Hall.
Xilun was still at the back. As he walked into the Castle, Hagrid, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped.
"What you said in the wand shop before, was it true?" He said in a deliberately lowered voice, while looking nervously into the Castle, as if afraid that Professor McGonagall might have heard what he just said.
However, Professor McGonagall had already entered the Great Hall by then, so she naturally couldn't hear him.
"What?"
"It's just… my umbrella…" Hagrid looked even more nervous, subconsciously touching his coat pocket.
"Oh, of course it's true," Xilun said, "if you need it."
"I live near the Forbidden Forest." Hagrid seemed to let out a huge sigh of relief, speaking quickly.
