Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 670 So what if it's Dumbledore?

Chapter 670 So what if it's Dumbledore?

In the days that followed, Harry pondered what to do with Slughorn next, and finally decided to forget about what happened that day, letting Slughorn think that he had given up on asking about the Horcruxes.

Of course, I'll still go to the dinner party.

Harry has already written to Fred and George, asking them to buy the best pineapple preserves from Diagon Alley and send them directly to Slughorn when he hosts another dinner party.

Just as Siren said, Slughorn couldn't possibly refuse Harry, not to mention that he thoughtfully brought his favorite pineapple preserves.

Young people are too curious and say the wrong thing, so of course we choose to forgive them.

Harry didn't ask about the Horcruxes again, and Slughorn resumed his usual doting affection for him, seemingly having completely forgotten about the argument from that day.

"The more it's like this, the more difficult it becomes."

One day at lunch, Harry couldn't help but say, "I'd rather he stay angry with me. That would at least show he cares about it, and I could use that as an opportunity to find his weakness."

"But the current situation is that I have no idea what to do, and he definitely won't tell me."

"How about using Truth Potion?" Ron suggested again. "Snape definitely has some. We can steal some and mix it into the mead. Next time you go to the party, give the mead to Slughorn; he'll definitely drink it."

"Ron, are you crazy?" Hermione snapped, lowering her voice. "Using Veritaserum without permission is against wizarding laws! If anyone finds out, Harry'll be sent straight to Azkaban!"

"Who would find out?" Ron said nonchalantly.

“Professor Slughorn,” Hermione said, looking at him, “or do you think he can’t tell the difference between mead and truth serum?”

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Ron's expression froze, and he stammered, "Well, then I'll do it. Harry can just say he didn't know anything about it."

"Forget it, Ron," Harry shook his head, rejecting the suggestion.

"It's no use. Let's not even talk about whether we can steal the Veritaserum from Snape. Even if we do, I won't have a chance to give it to him."

Harry glanced at Slughorn in the teachers' table. "He hasn't held a party since last time, like he's on guard against something."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence," Ron said. "You might receive another invitation from him tomorrow."

"It's no use. Besides, Dumbledore said that ever since he got his hands on that altered, false memory, Slughorn has been carrying the antidote to Veritaserum with him. We can't get anything out of him."

Things seemed to have stalled here, and Harry had no choice but to temporarily put aside Dumbledore's assignments to deal with another important matter.

As February arrived, the snow around the school gradually melted, and the continuous cold rain made the grass slippery and muddy. At the same time, the first Apparition class for sixth graders officially began.

Saturday morning, in the school auditorium, just in time for regular classes.

After much deliberation, Siron decided to come to the Great Hall with Harry and the others.

Although he has already learned and can use the magic skillfully, it doesn't seem right to skip a class and go straight to the exam.

What if the other party refuses to let me take the exam because they haven't seen me in class? Wouldn't the 12 Galleons registration fee have been wasted?

So Celion arrived, and when they came to the Great Hall, the tables had already been moved to the wall and stacked high, making the entire Great Hall as spacious as a Quidditch pitch without a lawn.

To be honest, Siren never quite understood the purpose of the grass on the Quidditch pitch. Was it to protect players who accidentally fell from fifty-foot-high brooms?

Good morning.

The voice of an unfamiliar wizard brought Xiren back to his senses.

"My name is Wickie Tykros, and I will be your Apparition instructor for the next twelve weeks. I hope to help you pass the exams—"

A round of applause erupted from the crowd.

"Professor," Hermione raised her hand high, "this—"

Hermione Granger.

"Alright, Miss Granger, is there a problem?"

"Professor, Apparition is forbidden inside Hogwarts Castle," Hermione said. "How are we supposed to practice?"

"Don't worry," Tecros said. "The headmaster has specially removed the magic, temporarily lifting this restriction for one hour, limited to this auditorium, so everyone can practice."

"Alright, now I want everyone to stand in line and leave at least five feet of space in front of them."

The students scattered, and the auditorium descended into chaos.

Xilun deliberately found a corner spot, right near the door.

Then Tyroth had everyone spin around in place, simulating the feeling of being squeezed into space when Apparating.

"The most important aspects of Apparition are the three Ds!" Tyroth shouted from the front: "Goal, Determination, and Composure!"

For Siron, this kind of basic practice was really too boring. He could only pretend to listen to Tecros while thinking about when he could complete the spell so that Tecros would think it was normal.

The first two classes didn't seem quite right, but Xilun didn't want to take up too much of her weekend time.

Although this class is only one hour long, it divides a perfectly good morning into two parts, which is a bit of a waste.

However, at that moment, a person suddenly walked over quickly.

"Stop playing games here. Did Dumbledore teach you how to daydream?" Snape walked up to Siren and said coldly, "Come with me. I need to talk to you."

After saying that, he turned and left the auditorium.

Xiren glanced at Tykroos, who seemed a little unhappy.

That's normal. Although he works for the Ministry of Magic, at least at this time, he is considered one of the professors at Hogwarts.

Anyone would be unhappy if Snape let a student skip class like that.

Then Xilun snapped his fingers, vanished from his spot with a snap, and reappeared in a circle five feet away in an instant.

"Ah, Professor, I think I've learned it," said Siren.

Everyone stared at him, bewildered, shocked, and confused—only the Gryffindors took it for granted.

Tykroos felt something throbbing in his temple.

You've learned it?

So is he an idiot, or does he just look like an idiot?

Learning Apparition without permission is illegal, and teaching it to others is the same. Even if it's Dumbledore, so what? Dumbledore can't—

"Very good, excellent, that's it." Tykros took a deep breath and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm not a formal professor at Hogwarts and don't have the authority to award extra points. However, you are now free to move around as a reward for an outstanding student."

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