Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 686 Snape Comes Knocking

Chapter 686 Snape Comes Knocking

"I'll be seventeen in four months, so I definitely won't be able to take the exam this time."

"But at least you can Apparate," Ron said, looking at Harry. "You'll pass the second exam and get your certificate. I haven't succeeded even once!"

"That's because you're always afraid of splitting," Hermione said. "The professor reminds us every class to pay attention to 3D."

One of the principles is to make you determined and let go of all other thoughts; only then can you succeed!

"You make it sound so simple," Ron muttered. "Just thinking about Neville's head floating there makes my neck itch, and I can't concentrate at all."

Just last Saturday, during his Apparition class, Neville finally fulfilled the greatest wish of Sir Nicholas de Minsey-Popington's ghostly career—to completely separate his head from his body.

This scene terrified several of the more timid witches on the spot. Although Ron didn't faint immediately, he was too close to Neville, and seeing his roommate's familiar head up close still left him with some lingering fear.

So much so that when he practiced Apparition afterward, he was always afraid of splitting into two parts, and subconsciously wanted to give up.

This left him stuck in the same place.

Unlike Hermione, who had twice arrived safely within five feet of the circle, Harry had done it once as well.

Based on the experience given by Fred and George, as long as they complete this special training, they will most likely pass the Apparition test.

"I kind of miss Gilderoy Lockhart," Ron said. "Maybe he can help me forget that scary head that can still talk even without a body."

Hermione frowned, sensing that Ron was targeting her. Otherwise, why would he only mention Gilderoy Lockhart among so many former Defense Against the Dark Arts professors at Hogwarts?

After all, her past admiration for Gilderoy Lockhart is arguably the biggest black mark on her life.

The group walked into the auditorium while talking.

However, at this very moment, "Siren Ollivander".

A cold voice came from the side of the auditorium.

The voice was so familiar that the moment Harry heard it, he instinctively put on a fighting face, as if he could draw his wand at any moment and cast a hot disarming spell on the other party.

"Professor Snape—" Siron looked at Snape, who had suddenly appeared in front of him, and seemed much calmer than Harry.

After all, he already knew that Snape would definitely come looking for him, and he also knew why.

"Come with me."

Snape grabbed Cyril's arm and, without a word, dragged him outside the Great Hall to a secluded spot.

"The new lullaby will be finished tonight. You need to be in the headmaster's office at eight o'clock sharp," Snape said. "The password is 'toffee finger biscuits'."

"I'm afraid that won't work, Professor," Siren said.

"What did you say?" Snape's eyes snapped open as he stared at Shiren. "So, you're no longer willing to save Dumbledore?"

Siren instinctively sensed a danger, the source of which was Snape standing in front of him.

Xilun steadied himself and tried to remain calm.

"Of course not, Professor. More than anyone, I hope that Headmaster Dumbledore can get rid of the curse as soon as possible."

"Then tonight at eight o'clock—"

"No, Professor," Siren said again, "It's like this—that kind of magic that removes curses, that is, the unicorn's soul, cannot be used casually; there are conditions."

"What are the conditions!"

"Limited attempts," Siren said. Snape narrowed his eyes, staring at Siren like a viper, as if trying to determine if he was lying.

Xilun remained calm. Since he couldn't use Legilimency or Ye Zhen Elixir, he had nothing to be afraid of.

"That's how it is—" Sirens recalled the two times he had removed the curse from Dumbledore before, and said, "Actually, this spell can only be used once after a full moon, otherwise the unicorn's soul won't come out."

"lie!"

"No, look!" Sirens took out his wand and waved it vigorously a few times in front of Snape, shouting, "Soul of the Unicorn!"

A spark emerged from the tip of the staff, but nothing changed around it. There was no unicorn, no soul, as if it had just been a magical spark.

That's obvious, because the incantation to summon a unicorn's soul isn't that at all, and in most cases, he doesn't even need to chant an incantation.

But if he wanted Snape to believe him, he had to put on a convincing act, or at least make it seem plausible.

As for whether Snape would believe it—he certainly wouldn't. Cyrus could see the doubt in his eyes.

But as Dumbledore said, only Shiron knew the soul magic of unicorns, and no matter how much Snape doubted it, he couldn't expose the lie.

"In fact, I have already told Headmaster Dumbledore about this situation, and he said he wouldn't mind waiting a little longer."

"That would be perfect."

After Snape finished speaking, he turned and left the hall, striding upstairs. It was unclear whether he was going to find Dumbledore or return to his office.

When Sheren returned to the Great Hall, Harry, his two friends, and his companions rushed over immediately.

"What does Snape want with you?"

"He didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

"If he causes you trouble, we can go to Professor McGonagall."

"Oh, it's nothing," Celen said. "It's not much trouble, and we don't need to go see Professor McGonagall."

Seeing that Xilun said this, the three of them sat down at the long table with peace of mind.

Soon, the professors arrived. Dumbledore walked in front, with Snape close behind, talking to him rapidly.

When they arrived at the teachers' table and were about to sit down, he made a point of glancing towards Xilun.

It wasn't a hallucination; Xilun could feel that he had indeed glanced at him.

At the same time, the previously empty plates were now completely filled.

Lunch was plentiful; the moment the golden, crispy fried pork cutlet appeared on the plate, its rich aroma filled everyone's nostrils.

"Would you like some pumpkin juice?" Hermione handed a delicate copper pot to Siron. "Just eating fried pork chops is a bit too much."

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Siren instinctively caught the copper pot, but the next second he thought of something, glanced at the professors at the front, and decisively handed the pot to Harry next to him.

"Forget it, I don't really want a drink right now."

Even though this is Hogwarts and Dumbledore is right next to him, it's hard to say that Snape might take the opportunity to drop a few drops of truth serum into his drink.

Just to be safe, he decided to go see Slughorn later and ask him for an antidote to the Truth Poison.