Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 664 Dumbledore is killed again

Chapter 664 Dumbledore is killed again

On Christmas afternoon, Sirius and Lupin hurriedly left Hogwarts.

Mad-Eye Moody has sent word that Death Eaters have appeared in Cornwall, and in large numbers. Whatever Voldemort's schemes, the Order of the Phoenix must stop them.

So Sirius and Lupin set off immediately.

Although Dumbledore didn't know why Lupin could transform into a werewolf at any time, as Siron said, it was ultimately a good thing.

At least in the upcoming war, this would give Lupin a better chance of survival.

Siren didn't know if Snape had found a potion for the soul, but after Christmas, many people saw a colorful smoke in the castle.

Some people saw it in the lobby, and according to them, the colored smoke came from the underground classrooms.

However, some Ravenclaw students say that the rainbow-like smoke is drifting down from the castle's highest astronomical tower.

Both sides stuck to their own versions of events, neither able to convince the other, nor able to prove their own claims were true.

Because neither the underground classrooms nor the astronomical tower could be found to be the source of the smoke.

Soon, this became the hottest topic at Hogwarts, with almost everyone speculating about what the smoke was.

This situation continued until the end of the Christmas holidays.

The day before school started, all those magical sights vanished overnight.

Meanwhile, in the headmaster's office on the eighth floor, Snape stood there, expressionless, watching Dumbledore finish a cup of special potion.

The potion in the cup seemed to be constantly changing. Xiren had clearly seen it as red just moments before, but in the blink of an eye it had turned blue. And when he unintentionally moved to a different spot and looked again, it had turned yellow.

But if his gaze remains fixed on the cup, then no matter how he moves or changes the angle, the color of the potion will not change at all.

Dumbledore drank the potion—to be honest, even Sirius wasn't sure if that was the right way to put it.

Because Dumbledore made no swallowing motion at all, it was as if the potions disappeared the moment they touched his lips, yet they did indeed diminish.

Soon, Dumbledore drank all the potion in the cup.

"How are you feeling?" Snape asked, his voice dry and hoarse, with obvious dark circles under his eyes, indicating he hadn't slept for many days.

"It felt like taking a nice, warm bath," Dumbledore said, his eyes narrowed, his expression one of utter relaxation.

"Very good." Snape nodded in satisfaction. "This shows that the 'Lullaby' worked."

Only then did Siron realize that the potion was called Lullaby—the very potion Snape had found after consulting countless books and asking numerous colleagues, capable of repairing broken souls, and also the source of the recent mysterious events at Hogwarts.

The colorful smoke that people see is emitted during the brewing of the potion.

The reason why there are two completely different directions is because the potion is made in a very special way.

According to Snape, the "lullaby" cannot be brewed in one place. Whenever the color of the potion in the crucible changes, the crucible must be moved to the corresponding location.

For example, when the potion turns blue, you need to go to the tallest astronomical tower in the castle; when it turns green, you need to go to the Black Lake; and when it turns yellow, you need to go to the forest. There are no rules or fixed directions. Only the person who brews the potion can determine the exact location between color changes.

Simply put, it's about guessing based on experience and intuition.

This also means that only a wizard with exceptional potion-making talent like Snape could possibly successfully brew the "Lullaby".

Someone like Harry, who became a potions genius with just a notebook, probably failed at the very first step.

Hermione would probably be very happy.

The process of making "lullabies" is complicated, but the effects are immediate.

After Dumbledore finished drinking a cup of potion, a milky white figure gradually appeared on his body.

The shadow resembled a ghost from the castle, exactly like Dumbledore, except that it had no expression on its face and was covered with more conspicuous cracks that were extremely dazzling in the sunlight.

It resembled a beautiful glass sculpture, but it was smashed with a stone.

However, the next second, one of the cracks suddenly faded and then disappeared.

Then came the second and third points—this process was a bit slow, but very smooth.

About half an hour later, all the cracks disappeared.

Dumbledore's expression relaxed even more, and he sat lazily in his chair, the milky white phantom disappearing from sight.

However, Snape clearly didn't want him to have it so easy.

"Now—shouldn't we be able to do it a second time?" Snape suddenly turned his head and asked Siron.

Xilun immediately snapped out of his daze and pondered for a moment.

The figure he just saw must be Dumbledore's soul; the spiderweb-like cracks on it were left by the unicorn last time.

If it happened again, Dumbledore's soul would shatter completely along the crack.

But now, these marks have been repaired by Snape's potion.

"It should be fine." Xilun nodded.

"Alright, let's continue," Snape said.

"What?" Dumbledore was startled and quickly opened his eyes, looking at Snape with a hesitant expression.

But Snape kept looking at Siren.

"Why aren't you taking out your wand?" he asked.

"Isn't this a bit too hasty?" Siren said. "The headmaster just drank the potion; wouldn't it be better to wait a bit?"

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“It’s unnecessary, and it’s best not to,” Snape said. “I just noticed that the parts of his arm that had healed have recently become shriveled again, and the color is getting darker.”

"I see."

Siren nodded and immediately took out his wand, Silvermane.

With a gentle wave, the sapphire-like unicorn spirit reappeared in the principal's office.

"Wait a minute, Severus, Sirius, please wait a minute." At this moment, Dumbledore finally spoke.

"I don't think that's necessary," he said softly, a glint of wisdom in his eyes.

"For a person with a clear mind, death is just another great adventure, and I think I'm ready for it."

"No, you haven't," Snape said expressionlessly.

"Only explorers and bards enjoy adventure, but you are the headmaster of Hogwarts. Your job does not require you to, nor is it permitted, to engage in any adventures."

"What are you dawdling for, Ollivander? Get to work!"

"Oh, okay!" Siren immediately waved his wand.

A brilliant blue light streaked across the windowsill.

"thump!"

"Oh, Dumbledore's been killed again," Phineas Black said gleefully.