Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 690 The New Staff Core

Chapter 690 The New Staff Core

"You're something else, Siren!" Harry looked at Siren in surprise as they looked up from the Pensieve. "You were right, Voldemort really did make seven Horcruxes!"

"Yes," Dumbledore said softly, "it's unbelievable. The last time I was this surprised was when I interviewed Professor Sybil Trelawney."

Siren noticed that while he was saying this, his gaze was fixed on Harry, and his expression was complicated, making it unclear what he was thinking.

However, Harry didn't notice this and continued chatting with Siron.

"It's a pity Hermione isn't here, otherwise she wouldn't think all fortune telling is a scam."

"Even if she saw it, she wouldn't believe it," Celen said. "She'd just think I was lucky and guessed right."

"What you're saying isn't wrong," Harry said, shrugging helplessly as he thought of Hermione's personality.

He then looked at Dumbledore.

"Professor, this memory shouldn't have been altered, right?"

"Yes, Harry," said Dumbledore. "I have been waiting for this evidence for a long time. It confirms my suspicions, proves me right, and tells me that the road ahead is still long—"

Xilun discovered that the old headmasters in the portraits on the wall were all awake and eavesdropping on their conversation.

Dumbledore didn't mind at all. He was discussing with Harry how Voldemort would create his Horcruxes.

"In fact, we have solved nearly half of it—or rather, Xiren alone solved a third of it."

Dumbledore looked at Siron. The locket from before, and the even earlier diary, had also been turned into wands by Siron.

Every time he thought about this, Dumbledore couldn't help but feel incredulous.

He never imagined that the diary, which had already been turned into a Horcrux, could be stolen by Siron and turned into a wand.

What's even more surprising is that this special wand retains all the characteristics of a Horcrux—it can withstand almost all magic, is extremely difficult to destroy, and can even withstand the Killing Curse cast by Voldemort himself.

But in Dumbledore's memory, the Horcrux and the soul fragments inside were one entity, either coexisting or being destroyed together.

Even now, he still can't figure out how Xilun did it.

never mind----

Dumbledore shook his head, suppressing his curiosity once again, and continued, "Besides that, the third Horcrux is here."

He held out his hand and showed Harry a ring on the finger of his right hand.

Harry also saw Gaunt's ring in his memory, but it was different from the one Riddle wore on his finger in his memory. The one Dumbledore wore was broken, with a noticeable crack on the black gemstone.

Dumbledore then used the locket to guide Harry to deduce that the remaining Horcruxes should be Ravenclaw's tiara and Hufflepuff's cup.

It was noon when Siron and Harry came out of the headmaster's office.

Most people were having lunch in the Great Hall, and a faint aroma filled the castle.

Siren and Harry were also getting ready to go to the Great Hall.

Unfortunately, Harry had only taken a sip of Felix Felicis that morning, and its effects had already worn off. They waited a minute before the staircase leading to the foyer slowly turned around.

"I never imagined that memory would be so important." Harry breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Even though it was only a few minutes of memory, Dumbledore was able to deduce all the Horcruxes directly."

"Siren, do you think we can truly kill Voldemort after destroying all the Horcruxes?"

Siren didn't speak; he was still thinking about what Dumbledore had said when he left the headmaster's office.

"I hope you can keep this a secret; it's not the right time yet."

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On the surface, he was telling Harry not to tell anyone about the Horcruxes. But for some reason, Siren felt that Dumbledore was speaking to him directly.

"Sirlen, Sirlen, the stairs are about to turn!"

Harry's voice brought Cyron back to his senses, and he quickly took a step forward, stepping onto the stairs just before they turned the corner.

"Phew, thank goodness I made it," Harry said. "What were you thinking about?"

"Thinking about Slughorn," Siron said casually. "Slughorn is unwilling to relinquish that true memory, probably not only because he's afraid of Voldemort, but also because it's not something he's proud of."

"You're right." Harry nodded. "Being outmaneuvered by a young Voldemort and revealing so much important information is certainly not a glorious thing."

"If it weren't for Slughorn, Voldemort probably wouldn't have known that killing could split one's soul."

Harry was a little angry. In his opinion, Voldemort was not originally capable of making Horcruxes; it was Slughorn who told him the most important step.

"That's true, but even without Slughorn, Tom Riddle can get what he wants from other people—that's what he's best at."

Although reluctant, Harry had to admit that Cyril was right.

He recalled Tom Riddle's subtle compliments from his memory.

Harry himself had too many experiences of extracting information from unwilling people, and in his opinion, Tom Riddle was an expert in this area, and one that he could not compare to at all.

Harry sighed and decided to change the subject to something lighter.

"I'm planning to go find Hagrid after lunch. What about you?"

"I need to go back to my dorm first," Xiren said, "but I should be there before evening."

"Alright." Harry nodded. "Actually, I'd like to do some homework in the common room too. I haven't finished my History of Magic and Transfiguration papers yet, but I promised Hagrid I'd keep him company."

"You can ask Hermione for it," Celen said. "She'll definitely help you as long as you tell her why."

"I hope so," Harry said. "And you, how many papers do you still need to write?"

"I've finished my homework," Celen said. "I'm going back to the dorm for something else."

Harry noticed that there was a hint of excitement in Siren's voice when he said this.

"What is it?" he asked curiously.

"This!" Xilun reached into his pocket and pulled out a red object that was nearly two feet long.

"What's this, a pipe?" Harry asked疑惑地. "What are you going to do with a pipe?"

This thing looks too much like the rubber hose in the Dursleys' kitchen.

"No, no, no." Xiren shook his finger. "This is the heart of an eight-eyed giant spider, a heart that is over fifty years old and may still be the largest eight-eyed giant spider in history."

"Aragok?"

"That's right."

"But what's the use of that?"

"Don't you think this is a great material for making a staff core?" Siren pursed his lips excitedly. "I put a lot of effort into making it."

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