Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 281 Panicked Bill

Chapter 282 Panicked Bill

"You've already been to the pyramids, right? How was it?"

At the Sphinx Bar next to the pyramid, Bill placed two glasses of beer with strange aromas in front of Siron and Lupin.

"Try it, this anise beer is a unique Egyptian delicacy that you can't find anywhere else."

Anise beer?

Silen felt she couldn't connect the two words together no matter what, but since Bill recommended it, maybe it would taste pretty good?

He picked it up and took a sip; an even stranger taste rushed down his throat and into his brain.

It's hard to say whether it tastes good or bad; it's just strange. It feels like drinking liquid bread—the kind that's not very processed and tastes sour and hard.

Silen silently put down the cup, deciding not to drink anymore.

He also noticed that many people around him had the same beer on their tables—and most of them had only taken a sip.

Indeed, local specialties are not always delicious, and they may only sell well because of unsuspecting outsiders.

However, Lupin, who was standing to the side, seemed to really like the drink, taking small sips with a nostalgic look on his face.

Does turning into a werewolf also change one's sense of taste?

Xilun stared at him in surprise, and after a while, she looked away with admiration.

Lupin is really something else to be able to drink even anise-flavored beer.

Let's look at Bill...

He only bought two beers, but got himself a whiskey.

"I don't like the taste," Bill said with a smile, "but you've come all this way, you should at least give it a try."

"So when Mr. Weasley and his group came here last year, you recommended this as well?" Siron asked.

"Of course," Bill said. "Egyptian anise beer, like British butterbeer, is not to be missed."

Do they like it?

"Of course not," Bill shrugged. "In fact, that was the first time I'd ever heard my mom say something like 'If you can't finish it, just throw it away.' Before that, she never let us waste food."

The Weasleys have always lived in poverty, especially in the years before Bill and Charlie graduated and started working. During holidays, they often ran out of food.

In this situation, Mrs. Weasley would certainly not allow them to waste food.

Unexpectedly, her habit of so many years was broken by fennel beer.

Silen sighed inwardly, and couldn't help but push the beer glass on the table even further away, while asking:

"By the way, what did you ask just now?"

"How do you feel about the pyramids?" Bill asked again.

"It's just so-so, not as magical as I imagined," Xilun said disdainfully. "It feels like an empty shell with a few mummies randomly placed inside, nothing else. I didn't see any of those legendary mysterious ancient Egyptian magic or curses."

Even the runes on the wall tiles have been scrambled and rendered worthless!

Bill should have already guessed Celen's assessment, so he wasn't surprised at all.

"Those things you mentioned were already taken by the fairies." He took a sip of whiskey. "If you're interested in ancient Egyptian magic and curses, you can become a curse-breaking specialist after graduation. Then you'll be able to witness the complete ancient Egyptian magic system."

"Huh?" Siron was taken aback at first, then pointed to himself, "Can I really come to Egypt as a curse-breaker?"

"Why not?" Bill said. "This job is really good. Not only will I see a lot of amazing magic, but the salary is also quite good. The only requirement might be that I have a sufficient—a lot—of knowledge about magic."

At this point, Bill suddenly seemed to remember something, and his voice grew softer and softer.

He had just remembered the name Xilun.

Siren Ollivander.

Ollivander—meaning that after Siron graduates, he will likely take over from the current Mr. Ollivander and run the wand shop in Diagon Alley.

He was asked to use a few words to lure Siron to Egypt to become some kind of spellbreaker, which led to Ollivander's Wand Shop closing down, forcing all wizards to buy wands elsewhere.

Bill couldn't help but shudder.

If that were to happen, the British Ministry of Magic would probably come straight here, and he could make his home in the pyramids.

"Hmm... But then again..." Bill pursed his lips, then changed the subject, "This job is quite tough. Not only do you have to travel through the dark and deep pyramids every day, but you also have to face danger at all times."

"I'm not afraid of danger," Siron said with a smile. "I just love the unknown magic."

Bill's lips twitched; he almost bit his tongue.

"Danger? Well, danger is secondary." Bill forced himself to continue, "What's even more unbearable is the smell inside the pyramids. It's even worse than the compost in the Hogwarts greenhouses."

"That doesn't make sense," Siren said doubtfully. "We visited the Pyramid of Giza today, and there wasn't a single smell inside."

"That's because the pyramid you visited has been open to the public for many years and has long lost its original appearance."

Bill said, instinctively picking up his glass and taking a sip, "The real pyramids are not as mysterious as you think, and they're filled with all sorts of rotten and musty smells. I bet you won't like them."

"Is that so?" Xilun looked at Lupin with a puzzled expression.

At that moment, Lupin had just finished the last sip of his anise beer. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

"More or less."

Actually, what Bill just said was a bit of an exaggeration. There was no putrid smell inside the pyramids; there wasn't even anything that could decay there.

But the taste wasn't great either. The first time he went in, he vomited for more than three hours and didn't have much of an appetite for several days.

"Oh, I think I'll think about it some more," Xilun said, feigning nonchalance.

In fact, he never intended to become a curse-breaker in the first place, let alone cooperate with fairies.

Although Siren was interested in ancient Egyptian magic and curses, it was just an interest; he was willing to learn more about them when he had free time, but he wouldn't treat it as a job.

Siron wasn't Bill, and he really disliked the atmosphere of the Egyptian magical world—the fairies there had a very strong presence, and were already showing signs of overshadowing the Ministry of Magic.

Those greedy creatures aren't exactly friendly to wizards; they're better off staying in Gringotts.

Bill's sudden realization was so obvious that Celen continued talking, wanting to see his reaction.

As expected, Bill panicked and didn't even realize he had grabbed the wrong cup.

Xilun glanced at the anise beer he had just drunk half a glass of and couldn't help but smack his lips.

That's a ruthless person.