Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 615 Dumbledore and the Ring

Chapter 615 Dumbledore and the Ring

Normally, wands rarely exhibit any particularly noticeable abnormalities, but Silvermane is an exception.

Because of the complete unicorn soul, this wand should strictly be considered a living, extremely special alchemical artifact.

Or rather, it was originally a unicorn with a wand-like body.

Therefore, when it encounters something it dislikes, Silvermane will react just like a real unicorn.

For example, the trembling of the staff is a sign that it is angry.

What could possibly make the unicorn's soul so angry?

It's very simple: black magic.

Unicorns instinctively abhor all black magic, unlike ordinary curses and poisons, but the kind of black magic that can truly corrupt the soul.

As the one who created Silvermane, Siron could clearly feel the emotion emanating from this wand—to kill Dumbledore and annihilate him along with the dark magic.

Kill Dumbledore?

Isn't Silvermane giving him a bit too much credit?

Siren pulled his hand out of his pocket and stood there calmly, as if nothing had happened. Only his eyes would occasionally glance at Dumbledore's hidden right hand.

It seems Dumbledore has indeed found Gaunt's resurrection ring.

He had originally intended to remind the other person not to touch the ring—claiming it would be a good excuse.

But Dumbledore was too busy. After returning from the Ministry of Magic that day, Shiren never saw him alone again, and no one knew where he went.

In addition, Celan also wondered if he really needed to remind Dumbledore.

Did Dumbledore really not know there was something wrong with the ring? He certainly did, even more than anyone else, but he still wore it.

"Excuse me, but there's something I'd like to discuss with Harry alone, is that alright?" Dumbledore said.

Xilun looked dazed for a moment, then looked away and went to another room with the others.

Dumbledore and Harry didn't talk for long, it only lasted about five minutes.

Dumbledore then found Sherren.

"You're going to teach me magic?" Siren asked in surprise.

"Yes, I suddenly realized that you probably won't learn much useful knowledge from regular classes anymore. But at the same time, you desperately need more skills to protect yourself."

"What will you teach me?" Siren asked.

"Teach a little of this, then a little of that," Dumbledore said casually. "You can talk to Harry about it; he's also part of this little class, so it'll just be the two of you."

"Do you have any other questions?"

"That's all." Xilun shook his head.

"Oh, I don't think so," said Dumbledore. "I've noticed you've been spacing out since just now. Is something bothering you?"

"If you don't mind, perhaps I can give you some good advice. To be frank, I have quite a lot of knowledge."

“Not really,” Sirius said, glancing again at Dumbledore’s right hand. “I just noticed that your right hand seems to be—injured?”

"So this is it." Dumbledore rolled up his sleeve, revealing his blackened and withered right hand. "I was worried I'd scare you. It does feel a bit off."

Siren was waiting to hear more, but Dumbledore stopped talking and changed the subject.

"Thank you for your concern, Siren. By the way, you can tell Lila that it's safe here, I promise."

"I will," Xiren nodded.

"That's good." Dumbledore glanced at the time. "Oh no, is it already so late? Looks like I'll have to run to the Ministry of Magic."

Without greeting anyone else, Dumbledore vanished into thin air again in this place where Apparition was forbidden, just as he had when he first appeared.

Is this a privilege reserved for those who keep secrets?

But that's the Critical Strike Charm, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with Apparition, right? — Siren thought to himself as he walked out of the room.

Outside, Harry was chatting with Ron, who had just run downstairs, while Hermione and Ginny listened nearby.

"We visited a professor named Slughorn," Harry said enthusiastically. "He lives in a run-down house in the suburbs—it looks old, at least from the outside, and it's been there for decades, but it's nice inside."

"Slughorn—never heard of him," Ron muttered. "But anyway, I hope he can be of some use. You know, we really need a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year."

"Slughorn is a remarkable man." Just as they were talking, Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen, followed by seven or eight large plates.

"He was my Potions professor, a very capable wizard, but a bit—" Mrs. Weasley frowned, seemingly searching for a suitable and unoffensive word.

"He's just a bit too pragmatic," Sirius chimed in. "He's also our Potions professor, but he only likes famous kids, those with outstanding abilities, or those from prominent families. He even created a club for kids like that. They regularly hold luncheons and dances to build relationships."

"But when he's with other ordinary students, he's the stern and unsmiling Professor Slughorn."

"Club—ball—" Harry was completely confused; Dumbledore hadn't mentioned any of this to him earlier.

"Sirius, are you a member of that club?" Hermione asked.

"Although I hate to say it, the surname Black did make Slughorn invite me to join that club right away."

"Oh, and your dad too. He's the best Seeker. Everyone agrees that if he played professional Quidditch, he could definitely represent England in the World Cup."

"And what about Professor Lupin?" Hermione asked.

Sirius was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"Why?" Hermione asked, confused. "Didn't you say before that Professor Lupin was the top student in the entire year?"

"That's true, but Remus is a werewolf." Sirius sighed. "Although Dumbledore tried to hide this information, he couldn't hide it from Slughorn, the Potions Master, who recognized Remus's identity at a glance."

Remus's achievements could not erase Slughorn's prejudice against his werewolf identity. Although Slughorn later helped him brew the wolfsbane potion after it was invented, he never invited Remus to participate.

"So later James and I also left that slug club," Sirius said, trying to sound casual.

"Wait, why are you all talking about potions?" Harry interrupted them. "Isn't what Hogwarts needs a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"Maybe Slughorn wants to try something different, who knows?" Sirius said.

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