Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 564 A Unique Tutoring Session

Chapter 564 A Unique Tutoring Session

Am I Albus Dumbledore?

Oh no, I should say this is Dumbledore's memory!

By the time Xilun realized this, he had already walked past the crowd and headed towards the center.

This feeling is wonderful.

Siren knew he was using the Pensieve to view a memory of Dumbledore's youth, and he also knew he was merely an observer.

But at the same time, he seemed to be Dumbledore at this moment, and when he raised his hand to speak just now, one could clearly feel an absolute confidence.

The road wasn't far, and he soon found himself in the middle of the crowd.

"Alright, since you're willing to demonstrate to Eric, then let's begin," the professor said casually, without the slightest doubt that Dumbledore was lying.

At this moment, Celeste finally understood what Dumbledore meant when he said, "Experience it for yourself."

So he quickly suppressed all his curiosity and focused all his attention on the feeling of the memory itself.

"Apparition!"

He recited the incantation, and his body naturally slid into a colorful passage.

Yes, he slid in, as if stepping on a frozen lake in winter; with just a slight movement, he could slide a long distance.

Then there was the dizziness that Apparition always brings, but it wasn't particularly strong, perhaps because the person using this magic was Dumbledore, who remained conscious throughout.

Xiren saw that he had passed through a compressed space, where all the colors in the auditorium overlapped, and nothing could be seen clearly.

But in this colorful world, there is only one place that is normal.

Then he walked over.

"Perfect Apparition, just like that, Gryffindor +1!" came the professor's calm voice from behind.

Some people complained that he didn't get enough points.

"Albus learned Apparition in just one month. Such a good result, how come he only got one point?"

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"Because he is Albus Dumbledore," the professor said matter-of-factly. "Headmaster Black believes that if he were to receive bonus points under normal circumstances, students from other houses wouldn't need to compete for the House Cup, which would be unfair to them."

"What do you mean it's unfair to the other houses? If you ask me, he's just making up an excuse to favor Slytherin," the student muttered under his breath. "That annoying goatee, doesn't he ever think about how unfair this is to us Gryffindors?"

"Yes, when calculating the House Cup points last year, he just made up some excuse to give Slytherin ninety points, allowing them to surpass us at the last minute."

"That old bastard—"

Everyone spoke in turn, and Xilun heard everything clearly.

Was it because the professor was worried that Slytherins would be suppressed that he specifically stipulated that Dumbledore could only add one point each time?

Xiren finally understood why Phineas Black was considered the most unpopular headmaster.

This undisguised favoritism is just like an enhanced version of Snape.

But from another perspective, Dumbledore's habit of awarding extra points at the end seems to be consistent with his previous practice.

Xilun composed himself and took in his surroundings.

He was still in the auditorium, but he had moved from the center to the side, where the scoring hourglass was not far ahead.

The hourglass representing Gryffindor has the most gems, followed by Slytherin, with a very small difference between them, around thirty points.

Through the reflection in the glass hourglass, Xilun also saw his current appearance.

Completely different from the kind and composed image he remembered, the young Dumbledore was handsome and dashing, with his reddish-brown hair loosely draped over his shoulders, looking like a burning flame in the sunlight. He appeared confident, flamboyant, and full of vitality.

Before Siren could observe for a while longer, he found himself separating from Dumbledore's body and flying back to the ceiling.

The world turned upside down again, and then he felt as if he had done a slow-motion somersault, his feet landing on the ground, and the blinding sunlight turned into flickering candlelight once more.

He had returned to the Great Hall of Hogwarts that evening, where the Pensieve was gleaming on the table, and Headmaster Dumbledore was standing beside him.

"What a wonderful and memorable memory," Dumbledore said with a smile. "If possible, I hope you can keep it a secret. After all, it's always a little embarrassing for people to know what I looked like when I was young."

Sheryl has reason to suspect that Dumbledore hastily interrupted that memory because he knew he had seen what Dumbledore looked like when he was young through the glass hourglass.

"Professor, I didn't actually see anything clearly before I was sent out."

"The important thing is whether you remember how you felt at the time," Dumbledore said.

This time, Sirius didn't speak. He closed his eyes and recalled the feeling when the young Dumbledore used Apparition.

He subconsciously raised his wand and gently waved it, following the action in his memory.

"Snapped!"

A crisp popping sound rang out in the auditorium, and Xilun felt his body sway slightly, staggering uncontrollably.

He opened his eyes and saw four huge glass hourglasses in front of him.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore, who had been standing right next to him, was now clapping his hands gently about ten feet behind him.

"Well done, Siron. You learned Apparition in just two lessons. Even I probably couldn't have done better."

"Eric always says I can't teach magic, but it turns out he's just making excuses for himself," Dumbledore said with a hint of smugness.

Xilun pursed his lips, feeling that there was something strange about what he had said.

Did Dumbledore teach him anything?

I don't think so. He just let himself experience his memories.

However, in a sense, this can be considered a teaching method—well, I guess so.

At least he learned it.

"Remember that feeling, Siren," Dumbledore continued. "When you can make it a habit, and nothing can distract you from it, you can Apparate anytime, anywhere."

"Of course, you'd better not do that before then. If you split up in battle, the enemy won't apply white essence to you."

"I understand." Xilun nodded vigorously.

"Well then, the tutoring session is over, you can go back now," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"What time is the next class?" Xilun asked.

"I don't know, after all, I'm just a temporary substitute teacher, and it's up to Professor Snape to decide," Dumbledore said. "If he thinks you still need tutoring, he'll let you know in advance."

"Alright—goodbye, Professor," Siren said, turning and walking toward the auditorium doors.

Dumbledore glanced again at the diary floating near Siren, a fleeting look of disorientation crossing his eyes.