pertwk Chapter 681 Werewolves
Chapter 681 Werewolves
Chapter 681 Werewolves
A few minutes later, Harry's consciousness returned to the Pensieve. But strangely, Siron didn't sense anything unusual.
He remained standing in the headmaster's office, watching Dumbledore place the emptied crystal bottle of memories back onto a shelf.
“You have other lessons, Siren,” Dumbledore explained. “Although these memories are very rare—you know, it’s almost impossible to find someone willing to recall the adult Voldemort. In fact, I doubt that anyone other than Tom himself could tell us in detail about his experiences after leaving Hogwarts.”
"But these are more suitable for Harry to watch and understand. Because in a sense, he and Voldemort are actually the same."
Dumbledore looked at Shiron, and the candle burning on the wall suddenly flickered, the dancing light shimmering slightly in his blue eyes.
"Is it because of that scar?" Sirens paused for a moment before saying, "I remember Harry often saw what Voldemort saw, and Professor Snape even taught him Occlumency."
"That's one of the most important reasons," Dumbledore said softly. "It was also my idea to have Snape teach Harry this magic, as it's a very important skill for him. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be working very well."
"Because Snape and Harry have a hard time being in one place peacefully," Celen said. "If no one else is around, they'll usually start arguing within ten minutes."
"I know—" Dumbledore sighed, "but I thought they could tell which was more important."
Xiren remained silent, wondering how he would react if he were in that situation. How long could he endure being taught a crucial life-saving spell by a professor he hated most, who also hated him most?
Siren thought he certainly wouldn't slam the door and leave like Harry did, but at some point, when the professor's face suddenly turned into Umbridge's, that thought wavered slightly.
"besides----"
Dumbledore's voice came at just the right moment, dispelling the image of Umbridge from Shiron's mind.
"I'm sure you've noticed as well that Harry's and Tom's wands are quite similar."
"No, that's not it."
"That's right, they all used the same—what?" Dumbledore stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, looking at Sirius with a puzzled expression.
"I mean, their wands are not similar," Siron said, shaking his head. "Although the cores are both phoenix feathers, the holly and yew are two completely different types of wands."
"But these two phoenix tail feathers come from the same phoenix," Dumbledore said.
"In fact, most of the phoenix tail feathers in the wand shop are supplied by Fox." Celen turned to look at Fox, who was preening his wings on a perch.
"Furthermore, an adult unicorn can provide about fifty-five tail hairs for making wand cores. You can't say that all fifty-five wands are the same, can you?"
Dumbledore blinked—wait a minute, that's not what Garrick told him.
But Xilun clearly had no idea what he was thinking.
"Like this—" He tugged at his school uniform robe and pointed to Dumbledore's pink strawberry pajamas.
"They are both made of wool, but they are two completely different things."
"Your understanding of wands is quite unique," Dumbledore said after a pause. "I thought you, like Garrick, believed that the core was the most important part of a wand."
"It depends on which aspect. The staff and the core are like a person's body and soul; it's hard to say which is more important."
Siren had a slight suspicion that Dumbledore might have been tricked by someone with Polyjuice Potion; in any case, his grandfather would never say that the core of the staff was more important than the shaft.
"If that's the case, it might prove something even more—" Dumbledore muttered to himself, but his voice was too soft for Siron to hear.
He tried to get closer, but Dumbledore changed the subject.
"I heard it all from Sirius. Your magic changed Remus, turning him into a unique werewolf."
Siren couldn't understand why Dumbledore would bring this up; he should have known about it already.
"I suppose so," Xilun said.
"Was it the spell you used on me?" Dumbledore asked again.
"If Lupin didn't have any other special experiences, then that should be it," Sirius said. "Sirius tried to dispel the werewolf curse within him, but failed. Lupin's soul has already taken on the form of a werewolf, so it's no longer a curse."
"I don't think this is a failure," Dumbledore said, shaking his head. "The most painful thing for most werewolves is that they can't control their bodies and minds on the night of the full moon, and it is often at this time that they are most likely to hurt their own loved ones."
"And if the werewolf's transformation becomes something that can be controlled, then it becomes a special kind of Animagus, and countless wizards will flock to it."
"Professor, I will not use this magic on any other werewolf except Lupin," Siron said, his voice not loud, but firm.
"Oh? Why?" Dumbledore looked at him curiously.
"You should know that this is a great thing. If word gets out, you will become famous, and your achievement will immediately surpass that of Damocles, who invented the wolfsbane elixir. Perhaps, Wizengamo will even consider awarding you the Order of Merlin, First Class."
"A sixteen-year-old recipient of the Order of the Red Chamber, this is an honor that has never been achieved before."
"Because I have a hard time discerning whether the werewolf in front of me is a carefully disguised ambitious schemer," Siron said calmly.
"Moreover, Professor, I shouldn't be the one to receive this First Class Medal. If the Ministry of Magic could find a way to give werewolves a proper job with a salary sufficient to buy a bottle of wolfsbane potion every month, it would achieve the same effect."
"But over the past few centuries, all the countries combined have had more than a thousand Ministers of Magic, and none of them have done this."
"Snoring, snoring—" came from the portrait, carrying Principal Armando Dippert's distinctive snoring.
"Perhaps you are right—" Dumbledore said.
But whether it was just his imagination or not, Xilun felt as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, Professor, are you asking me about werewolves specifically?" Siren asked.
"No, I just suddenly remembered," Dumbledore said.
"In fact, just five minutes before you and Harry came in, I was having a meeting with the Order of the Phoenix, discussing whether to accept some werewolves into the team."