Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 671 Plan

Chapter 671 Plan

Snape sought out Cyren, naturally because of the potion.

The new lullaby has been brewed, and Snape intends to do as he did last time: have Dumbledore drink it and then immediately have Siren summon the unicorn's soul to completely remove his curse.

However, when Siron arrived, he discovered that the potion had not been able to completely restore Dumbledore's soul.

"That's not surprising!" Dumbledore said casually, but seeing Snape's furrowed brows, he quickly pursed his upturned lips.

"You're in too much of a rush, Severus," he said. "You can really relax a bit; I'm perfectly fine right now."

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"You mean, if the curse were still in effect, you'd have a convenient excuse for those students to kill you?"

Snape suddenly spoke, his voice low and deep, as if he had been suppressing it for a long time before suddenly bursting out.

"No, Dumbledore, I can't do it!"

Xilun winked beside him.

What did he hear—several students, killing Dumbledore?

What's going on here?

He tried to keep his breathing as quiet as possible, pretending he didn't exist, and listened silently from the side.

"You know, Severus, that's the only way. Only when I'm dead will Tom come out of his hiding place."

"I can do it—" Snape wanted to say something more, but suddenly stopped.

He turned and glanced at Xilun, the meaning of which was self-evident.

I was so excited just now that I almost forgot there was another person here — some things are not suitable for a student to hear.

Oh no, Xilun has already heard part of it.

Before anyone knew it, Snape had already gripped his wand. He looked at Siron thoughtfully, seemingly hesitating whether to cast a Forget Charm on him.

He used the Oblivion Spell quite well, immediately making Siron forget what he had just heard—if Dumbledore didn't object.

At the same time, Celen grasped the wand Silvermane, and a diary quietly floated onto his shoulder.

Snape's intentions were so obvious just now that he didn't even bother to pretend.

Let alone just the Oblivion Curse, Sirius doesn't trust Snape—after all, he's not Potter, and Snape wouldn't bother protecting him.

If Snape dares to make the first move, no matter what he wants to do, Siron will retaliate.

The atmosphere in the principal's office immediately became tense. The portraits on the wall, no longer pretending to be asleep, opened their eyes and huddled together with great interest, whispering amongst themselves as they looked at each other, as if discussing who would win.

"It's alright, Severus," Dumbledore said. "Although I did think that way before, I've changed my mind now."

"Is that so?" Snape asked, but he didn't relax.

"Of course." Dumbledore raised his head, a struggle flashing in his eyes as if he had thought of something.

Before this, he was not actually afraid of death. As he once said, for a clear-headed person, death is just another unknown adventure.

Moreover, he had made all the necessary preparations, intending to use his own death to set the final trap for Voldemort.

But those were all previous thoughts. After experiencing the agony of his soul being nearly torn apart twice, Dumbledore suddenly changed his mind.

It hurt so much that no one else—including Snape and Cyren—knew what he had gone through.

Dumbledore had always believed that after Ariana's death, his falling out with Grindelwald, and his own imprisonment of him in the tower, nothing could hurt him anymore. That's why he told Sirens that he had experienced pain far beyond what others could imagine.

But after saying that, Dumbledore knew he was wrong.

The instant the unicorn's soul passed through his body, the overwhelming pain shattered his supposedly strong will like a tsunami.

He was seeing a revolving lantern, reminiscing about his entire life. If Snape had arrived a little later, he might have seen Ariana waiting by some pure white train station.

He has experienced this situation twice—and perhaps a third time.

If we continue with the previous plan now, wouldn't that mean he's been wasted twice for nothing?

That's such a waste!

"Sirlen—" Dumbledore turned his head. "Although I have decided to abandon this plan, I still hope you can keep it a secret for now to avoid causing unnecessary panic. Is that alright?"

"Of course, no problem." Xilun naturally wouldn't refuse.

"Thank you," said Dumbledore. "And could you please call Harry here? I had something to say to him last time."

Siren knew that Dumbledore probably wanted to speak with Snape alone, so he nodded and left the headmaster's office.

When he returned to the auditorium, the Apparition class had just ended.

Unlike the excitement everyone had when class started, everyone seemed a little distracted at this moment.

Clearly, they had witnessed the separation firsthand, and some had even experienced it firsthand. For those encountering this for the first time, seeing their own arm or leg protruding from their body is quite a thrill.

However, Harry didn't seem to be affected much and was still in high spirits. When Sirius walked over, he was talking to Ron and Hermione.

"I think I felt something the last time, a tingling sensation in the soles of my feet," Ron said.

"I think your sneakers are too small," Hermione said bluntly. "Apparition is when your whole body slides into the void at the same time; it has nothing to do with the soles of your feet."

“I don’t feel anything,” Harry said. “I find I still prefer flying on a broomstick to being squeezed into an invisible tube, even though it’s definitely much faster that way—oh, Siron.”

As he was speaking, Harry suddenly saw Siren walking over from a distance and quickly waved and asked, "How are you? Did Snape give you a hard time?"

"He wanted to," Sirius said. "Dumbledore wants to see you in the Headmaster's office."

"Now?"

"Now would be best," Siren said, "but it doesn't matter if you dawdle a little on the way."

Harry didn't seem to hear the second half of the sentence and immediately jogged up the stairs not far away.

Coincidentally, he also had something to say to Dumbledore about the homework assigned last time—he really didn't know how to get Slughorn to speak.

Moreover, Slughorn has been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding him lately. Let alone asking about Horcruxes, he can't even find a chance to speak to him alone.

Harry hoped Dumbledore could give him a different assignment—even a five-foot-long paper would be fine.