Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 667 Westren, the Target?

Chapter 667 Westren, the Target?

On the morning of the third day after the start of the new term, people suddenly discovered that the colorful smoke that had disappeared had reappeared at Hogwarts.

Harry had never seen anything like this before, and he felt an indescribable sense of wonder, as if a melting rainbow was slowly moving above the castle.

"What is that?"

"I don't know, it looks like a strange natural phenomenon."

"No, Hermione, this is Hogwarts, it should be a magical phenomenon," Ron said, and Hermione did not argue.

"But what exactly is this?" she asked. "Hogwarts has never had anything like this before."

Ron shook his head; he didn't know either.

But Siren knew perfectly well that Snape was brewing that soul-healing potion again.

"Harry!"

At that moment, Ginny ran towards them, her face flushed, her cloak and hat covered in mud.

"Hi, Ginny, did you just have herb class?" Harry asked.

"It's the Magical Creatures Protection class. Hagrid got a whole bunch of Nifflers, and I love them so much—oh, all cleaned up!" Ginny said, waving her wand at herself, and her cloak and hat instantly became clean.

"Oh, right, Harry, here you go." She rummaged in her pocket for a moment and pulled out a piece of parchment with Dumbledore's notes on it.

"Great!" Harry opened it and found that his next class with Dumbledore was tonight.

However, there was only one parchment, and Siron did not receive it, which means that only Harry needs to go to the headmaster's office for class this time.

"Maybe it's because you had one more class than Harry?" Hermione guessed. "Now you're even."

So far, Siron has attended three of Dumbledore's classes, while Harry has only attended two.

"Perhaps," Sirius said. "But he felt that Dumbledore's reason for deliberately ignoring him couldn't be that serious."

It's very likely that he did it on purpose, as revenge for what Xilun did.

Siren didn't know what it felt like to have one's soul torn apart by a unicorn, but the fact that it could make a powerful wizard like Dumbledore faint from the pain twice already spoke volumes.

Sherren is able to stand here unharmed thanks to Dumbledore's amazing willpower and ability to endure. If it were someone else, they probably would have had to fight back the second time.

Of course, these are just Siren's guesses, and it's possible that Dumbledore didn't have such naive ideas.

"I just find it strange that the headmaster couldn't just hand me the note himself," Harry said, frowning in confusion as he looked at the parchment in his hand.

The same thing happened the first two times; someone else helped deliver the parchment with the class schedule written on it. But the sixth-year timetable isn't exactly a secret, so why couldn't Dumbledore hand it to him personally?

"Maybe this is easier," Ron said. "Whatever, isn't it the same thing? You already know the time anyway."

.

"That's true."

At 10:50 p.m., Harry went to the headmaster's office, where he found Siron surrounded by a group of people asking him about Apparition.

Someone spread the word that Xilun had learned Apparition, and almost all the sixth-grade students who were interested in this magic gathered around, pestering Xilun to tell them some details.

Xilun didn't know what to say, so he simply told them the truth: the process was very uncomfortable, like being sucked into a narrow tube.

But this statement only elicits awe from those around them, rather than a loss of interest.

It wasn't until Siren told them that Apparition could also cause splitting, leading to the head and body separating, that—

Some people were clearly frightened.

Lavender Brown's face was as white as a freshly painted wall, and he kept muttering that he was going to get a refund for his registration fee.

She wanted to learn the Apparition spell, but she didn't want to lose her head—not even her fingers and toes.

"Don't worry, learning Apparition won't kill you," Hermione said from the side. "The splitting of your body due to Apparition is a normal phenomenon. The split part doesn't detach from your body; it's connected by a special magic."

"So strictly speaking, splitting the body is just a matter of changing its location. As long as the separated parts are reattached to the body in time, there will be no problem."

"For this reason, most wizards would choose to use diced senna to help the wound heal quickly."

Hermione recited in detail the precautions for learning Apparition, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

If learning Apparition could lead to death, more than half the people around would want to get their registration fees refunded.

Everyone's enthusiasm returned, except for Xilun, who couldn't be happy.

He had originally intended to scare everyone by splitting into two parts to give himself some peace and quiet.

As he expected, most people were frightened, but Hermione's explanation completely ruined his plan, leaving him to repeat the questions that had already been answered many times over.

By the time Siren finally managed to escape, it was already quite late. Just then, Harry also crawled in through the passage behind the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Sirlen—I thought you guys had already gone to sleep?"

"That's what I think too." Xilun rubbed his throat; after talking for so long, he felt his voice was a little hoarse.

"Have a mint toad candy, it'll do you good," Harry said.

This is a throat lozenge sold by Honeydukes. It works very well. When Lee Jordan was a Quidditch commentator, he would eat one before every game—it allowed him to shout freely for the entire match.

“I didn’t buy any candy,” Siron said. “Last Hogsmeade Week, before I even had a chance to go to Honeydukes, I ran into those three mad Death Eaters.”

"But didn't you just receive a Christmas present?" Harry came over and sat down. "I suggest you look for your Christmas present; maybe one of these candies is in there."

"Let's forget about it." Siren rejected Harry's suggestion without even thinking. "I'm not going to eat any sweets other than Mrs. Weasley's syrup pie and Hagrid's fudge. I suggest you do the same."

"Why—" Harry asked, but then quickly realized something, "Because of the love potion?"

"What else could it be?" Celen said. "Those bastards Fred and George mass-produced this stuff and even delivered it. Maybe someone mixed it into the chocolates they sent you—I bet you've received a lot of unsigned candy gifts too."

“That’s right, but Sirius told me to leave all those things to Kreacher,” Harry said. “I just didn’t expect you to be one too—oh, by the way, you’re the Triwizard Tournament champion, much more famous than me.”

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