Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 70 Overload

After shaking off the Weasley brothers, Siron continued walking outside.

At the door, he also encountered Snape, who seemed to have come specifically to wait for someone.

It's probably Harry. After all, Hogwarts is on holiday, and if they want to see each other again after today, they'll have to wait two months.

Because he was preoccupied with other things, Siron walked past without noticing that Snape was staring at him the whole time.

He even overlooked Harry, who rushed over from behind.

Snape's mouth moved, just as he was about to say something.

"Severus, I've been looking for you." Dumbledore approached from the other side. "I'd like to visit some old friends during the holidays. Would you like to come with me?"

"Anyone could do this, why do you have to come to me?" Snape narrowed his eyes.

"You must know what happened last night," he suddenly lowered his voice, gripping his wrist tightly. "I absolutely cannot mistake that face, but you clearly said he had already run away from the underground classroom!"

"Severus, I swear I have not lied," said Dumbledore.

"I believe it, of course I believe it..." Snape's eyes shifted, "But Ollivander also went to the underground classrooms; perhaps he knows something we don't!"

"He didn't go into the last room," Dumbledore said after a moment of silence.

"But……"

"Severus, we cannot assume that what happened that day was related to Siron based on mere speculation," Dumbledore interrupted him.

The next second, Harry walked to the door and glanced curiously at the two people guarding the door.

It's truly eye-opening that the headmaster of Hogwarts would personally escort students off the school.

Harry smiled at Dumbledore. "Goodbye, sir."

"Goodbye, Harry." Dumbledore smiled too.

"Alright, Severus, I think the most important thing now is to find a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." He turned to me and said, "Would you be willing to help me?"

"Of course, Headmaster, don't you think it would be simpler to find a new Potions professor?" Snape said expressionlessly.

"I doubt I'd find a better Potions professor than you," Dumbledore said.

"Is that so? I hope you're right." Snape sneered and turned to walk back to the castle.

……

The return train was even more lively than the journey there, especially for the newborns in Muggle families.

After living at Hogwarts for nearly a year, most of the new students no longer felt the confusion and anxiety they had when they arrived; they truly understood and accepted what magic was.

They are now looking forward to the train arriving at the station so they can tell their families about the amazing experiences of the school year.

The only thing that wasn't so pleasant was probably the notice before the holiday—a warning that magic was not allowed during the holiday.

What's the difference between this and not being allowed to wear swimsuits at the beach?

Some people strongly opposed this regulation, but it was no use. The reason it was issued as a notice was because the Ministry of Magic had no intention of soliciting students' opinions.

It's clearly written above: anyone who dares to use magic will be expelled.

The first-year students could only grumble as they accepted the notice, while the second-year students and above already knew about it and, although they didn't like it, calmly accepted it.

The Hogwarts Express passed through Muggle towns, where people gathered in small groups to discuss their holiday plans.

Since everyone had made friends, the carriages weren't as crowded as they had been when they arrived. Xilun even found an empty carriage and sat down by himself.

It's not that he doesn't have friends to chat with; Xilun actually has quite a few friends, it's just that he's not in the mood right now.

The train passed through another grove of trees.

Just then, someone knocked on the carriage door, and Neville walked in from outside.

Xilun looked up at him.

"Actually, I saw it all," Neville suddenly said, then realized something and quickly turned around to close the carriage door.

"What?" Xilun looked at him.

"A unicorn." Neville sat down next to Siron. "I couldn't sleep last night, and I happened to see it run out of your dorm window. And, there's another one..."

Seemingly recalling a terrifying scene, Neville tensed up again, his face turning pale and his teeth chattering incessantly.

"Don't force yourself, that thing really isn't very pleasant." Neville's words also stirred up memories for Siron, and his thoughts involuntarily returned to last night.

Xilun never expected that there would be a "resident" in that piece of debris.

Voldemort may have wanted to conceal himself and lower Siren's guard, but he clearly did not expect Siren's true intentions.

So when Xilun tried to twist the fragments into a core and embed it into the dragon bloodwood, he inevitably forced out Voldemort's consciousness... and then the scene from last night occurred.

The unicorn battled Voldemort, and half the castle's windows were damaged in the process.

As for the outcome... since he was able to board the train back home, there's no need to say more.

Unicorns are the natural enemy of all dark magic, and Voldemort's soul fragments are smaller than the Golden Snitch's, so he's definitely no match for them.

Thinking about it now, it's really frightening. A fragment of a soul with consciousness—isn't that the prototype of a Horcrux?

But doesn't that thing require killing to split the soul?

Xilun couldn't understand it.

But speaking of this, could it be said that he unintentionally discovered a way to destroy Horcruxes?

The unicorn in its spirit form not only perfectly inherited its natural talent of being able to counter all dark magic, but also made up for its weakness of not being able to attack souls. This was clearly aimed at Voldemort.

Could it be that the curse took effect immediately because Voldemort drank the unicorn's blood?

Xilun turned to look out the window, thanking himself for the umpteenth time that he had reacted quickly enough to summon the unicorn as soon as he saw that familiar face.

It's a pity about his dragon blood wood; it was blown to pieces.

As Xilun was thinking this, he didn't notice that Neville, who was trying to persuade him not to bomb the dormitory again, had given up, stood up with his head down, and prepared to go back to his own carriage.

"Oh, right, there's something in your hat," Neville suddenly said as he walked out.

Xilun turned his head but didn't see it, though he didn't pay it any mind.

This hat was a new one he bought from the Weasley brothers, and he rarely wore it, usually keeping it hanging on the back of his school uniform robe.

"It must have fallen in last night." Neville walked over and took out two pieces of wood, about the length of a finger, from the hood behind his robe.

"This is it...it's quite nice."

Dragon bloodwood, how could it not be beautiful?

Upon seeing the shattered Dragonblood Wood again, Xilun's heart began to bleed once more, and he instinctively reached out to take it.

However, just as Xiren's fingers touched the two broken pieces of wood, the magical symbols on his wrist, which only appeared when making the core of the staff, suddenly lit up without warning.

Seemingly having completed a crucial step, the two broken pieces of wood swiftly joined together, transforming into a complete... magic wand.

Dragon Bloodwood (Snakewood), Dark Soul, 2 1/5 inch

[Status: Disordered, Critical]

[Special Feature: Unique: Automatically triggers the Killing Curse upon contact with magic;]

Overload: Instantly ignites the staff core, absorbing all mana to strengthen the Killing Curse; the overflowing mana will be transferred to the next target.

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