Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 687 Overflowing with Confidence

Chapter 687 Overflowing with Confidence

Slughorn didn't quite understand why Siron wanted the antidote for the Truth Potion, but he still agreed.

If Siron wanted Truth Potion, that would definitely not work. This potion is not only expensive in terms of ingredients and complicated in terms of brewing process, but it is also a Class C prohibited potion strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic. Whether it is sold or used privately, one will be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Even if Harry Potter came to him with pineapple preserves, he would never agree to such a thing.

However, if it's just an antidote for truth serum, then there's no need to worry about it.

As soon as Celen stepped out of Slughorn's office, he put a thumb-sized glass bottle into his shapeshifting lizard skin bag.

His leather bag has now completely changed. The most obvious change is that the space inside is more than five times larger than before. Although it is only the size of a palm, it is larger than those suitcases that have been enchanted with the Unseen Stretching Charm, and it is almost the size of the locker room in the Quidditch stadium.

Dumbledore also went the extra mile, replacing part of the "wall" in the bag with a wand cabinet crafted using alchemy—Siron roughly calculated that it could hold over a thousand wands. The remaining half of the space could then be used for other things.

He placed the antidote for the truth serum in the most conspicuous place in the bag, so he could easily reach it by simply reaching in.

However, it seems that Siron was overthinking things. In the following week, Snape did not add anything to the drink.

Moreover, he seemed to have completely accepted Siron's explanation—or perhaps he had been persuaded by Dumbledore, but either way, Siron hadn't seen him outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom recently.

On Saturday, the sixth-year students preparing for their first Apparition exam lined up in the foyer, ready to go to Hogsmeade for special training.

Ron and Hermione were among them. Siron had originally wanted to go with them, since everyone he knew had gone to Hogsmeade, and he was getting a little bored staying in the castle alone.

However, Wicky Tecros, who was in charge of this special training, rejected his application, and the reason was simple.

"I believe your current level is sufficient to complete the exam, and you don't need to waste any more time on special training."

This day is destined to be boring, but the good news is that he doesn't need to get up too early.

It wasn't until almost nine o'clock that Xilun yawned and walked out of the dormitory.

But when he arrived at the common room, he saw a familiar figure.

"Harry?" Siron's voice was a little puzzled, because this Harry looked strange. For a moment, he thought that the person sitting there was Hermione who had just finished her homework.

But Harry and Hermione don't look alike at all, and Siron doesn't know why he has this misconception.

"Good morning, Siron." Harry turned around.

"It really is you—I mean, I'm not mistaken." Siren walked over and asked, "Why are you still here? Didn't you go to Hogsmeade with them?"

"I'm not going to take the first exam," Harry said. "To be honest, I prefer flying, so I've never really been interested in learning Apparition."

"But Apparition is indeed convenient," Siron said. "Even a Firebolt can't get you from Hogwarts to London in a few seconds, but Apparition can."

"I know, but isn't there a second test?" Harry shrugged. "Besides, I have more important things to do."

"Something more important?"

"Slughorn approached me yesterday—when you went to your Divination class," Harry explained, noticing Hillon's puzzled expression.

"No wonder." Siron nodded. His schedule had two more courses than Harry's: Protection of Magical Creatures and Divination.

"What does Slughorn want with you?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "He seemed to want to say something, but then gave up and just invited me to dinner tomorrow."

"But I can tell that this is not his real purpose. Even the so-called dinner party is probably just an excuse he came up with on the spot."

"So you think he wants to talk to you about Horcruxes?" Siren asked.

"Very likely," Harry said seriously. "If it were anything else, he wouldn't be so nervous, would he?"

"What are you planning to do?" Siren asked.

"I don't know," Harry shook his head. "But I think I might need a bit of luck."

"Luck—oh, wait a minute." Xiren suddenly realized something. "You didn't drink that, did you—"

"Ah, yes." Harry took a small crystal bottle out of his pocket.

Siron immediately recognized it as a bottle containing Felix Felicis, because he had one too, but now, Harry's bottle only contained about half of the Felix Felicis.

"Just as I suspected, you drank Felix Felicis!"

"Yes, it was a wise choice, wasn't it?" Harry said, his voice calm and confident.

"Ron told me yesterday that I'm just one stroke of luck away from finishing the assignment Dumbledore gave me, and I think he's right."

"Oh!" He suddenly stood up, startling Xiren.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I just felt like I hadn't seen Hagrid in a long time, so I should go see him," Harry said, and then strode out of the common room.

Are all people who drink Felix Felicis like this—easily startled?

Xilun hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

Although he only stopped for a few seconds, he ran all the way to the castle gate before finally catching up with Harry because of the moving stairs.

Harry was incredibly lucky; the stairs always stopped right next to him, taking him directly to the foyer in the shortest possible distance.

But Siron didn't get that treatment; after Harry left via the stairs, he had to wait for the next one.

This delay meant that by the time Harry arrived at the foyer, Siron had only just come down to the fifth floor.

Later, when no one was around, Siren transformed into a cat and jumped down the stairs one by one, finally catching up with Harry at the castle gate.

Otherwise, Harry would probably already be sitting in Hagrid's cabin drinking tea when he left the castle.

After finding a secluded spot and transforming back, Siren quickly caught up with Harry and asked curiously, "How are you feeling?"

"This is wonderful, or rather, I've never felt this good before," Harry said, taking a deep breath and squinting as if the air itself were filled with the sweet aroma of chocolate.

But all Xiren could smell was the earthy scent of fresh rain and a faint odor of dragon dung—they were almost at the pumpkin patch next to Hagrid's cabin.

At that moment, Siren finally understood why she had thought of Hermione when she saw Harry in the common room.

Hermione, after finishing her homework, exuded confidence, just like Harry now.

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