bdsm-fiction Chapter 682 Dumbledore's Request
Chapter 682 Dumbledore's Request
Chapter 682 Dumbledore's Request
The werewolves Dumbledore was referring to weren't the ones gathered in Knockturn Alley, but rather Lupin's friends.
Just as he sent Hagrid to win over the giants, Lupin has recently been trying to gain the help of the werewolves.
Dumbledore's idea was simple: as long as they remained neutral and didn't help Voldemort, everything would be fine.
During the first Wizarding War more than a decade ago, Voldemort had a special group of werewolf Death Eaters among his servants. Every full moon night, they would attack wizards and Muggles.
The Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix paid a heavy price to stop them.
Therefore, before the Second Wizarding War broke out, Dumbledore had to do everything possible to prevent something like this from happening again.
However, they failed on the giants' side. Hagrid and Madam Maxim only managed to persuade a small number of giants to give up joining the Death Eaters, which was better than nothing.
On the other hand, the werewolves were quite the opposite. Many of the werewolves that Lupin contacted not only declared on the spot that they would never join the Death Eaters, but also wanted to help the Order of the Phoenix.
The problem is that not everyone is willing to trust werewolves. Alastor Moody strongly opposed it, saying that he had seen too many werewolves and captured too many of them, and it was impossible for him to entrust his back to them.
In recent days, the people in the Order of the Phoenix have been arguing fiercely about this matter.
Of course, these were all things that happened within the Order of the Phoenix, and Shiren, who was attending classes at Hogwarts, was unaware of them.
However, there is one thing he must make clear in advance.
"Professor, even if other werewolves join the Order of the Phoenix, I don't want to use this purification magic on them."
With so many people talking at once, Celen might trust Lupin, but not the other werewolves, a sentiment he shared with Moody.
If he could really restore werewolves to normal, that would be fine, but this abnormal normalization might not necessarily be a good thing.
Even if he doesn't deal with the big problem of werewolves themselves, what if an ordinary wizard turns himself into a werewolf specifically to possess this special Animagus?
Xilun is certain that there will be such wizards, and their numbers will definitely be considerable.
The problem is that Xiren himself doesn't know whether Lupin's change is permanent or temporary.
If it's temporary and will disappear after a while, then he will immediately go from being a "hero" to "the greatest sinner in the magic world".
This pot is too big; he can't carry it.
Dumbledore shared the same idea.
He had originally intended to remind Xilen not to be misled by this superficial honor, but now it seemed unnecessary; Xilen was much more clear-headed than he had imagined.
"However, I can provide them with wands," Siren added, "provided that you, Professor, believe they are without problems."
"Wands provided?"
"Yes." Xilun nodded.
Most werewolves don't have wands; they usually lose their wands after their first transformation, and the Ministry of Magic doesn't allow wand shops to sell them wands.
"Aren't you worried that the Ministry of Magic will use this as an excuse to cause you trouble later?" Dumbledore asked. "If the werewolves can help, they will definitely show up; there's no way to hide it."
"It's okay, I can sell them 'wolf wands,' not magic wands, isn't that fine?"
"Wolf's Staff?" Dumbledore went through almost all his memories and was quite certain that he had never heard of this thing.
"It's a special weapon made from wood and werewolf hair," Siren explained.
"Isn't that still a magic wand?"
“They’re different,” Siren explained. “From a professional standpoint, they’re not the same thing at all.”
Dumbledore didn't speak, but glanced at Siren and nodded thoughtfully.
When it comes to wands, Ollivander is the most professional. Since Siron says it's not, then it definitely isn't; there's no need to argue about that.
Moreover, he didn't call Xilun here this time to argue about this.
"Sirlen," he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are there any limitations to your unicorn soul magic?"
"No." Xilun casually took out Silver Mane and waved it, and the unicorn spirit appeared in the principal's office.
"Knock knock knock————"
A flicker of fear crossed Dumbledore's eyes. He instinctively took a few steps back until he reached the edge of the table, where he braced himself against the surface.
On the wall, the portraits of the principals also stopped sleeping, staring at them with wide eyes, as if expecting something.
"Professor, do you intend to remove the final curse now?"
As he spoke, Silvermane turned slightly, and the unicorn spirit in the middle of the office suddenly changed direction, while lowering its head slightly, aiming its long horn at Dumbledore's chest.
"Oh, wait a minute, please wait a minute!" Dumbledore waved his hands frantically, trying to escape the unicorn's sight. But his legs had been a little weak since earlier, and he couldn't move.
The famous Albus Dumbledore was so terrified by the spirit of a unicorn that he couldn't move an inch—something even The Quibbler would probably find absurd.
In the chaos, Fawkes the Phoenix seemed to sense something, spread its wings and flew to Dumbledore's shoulder, its bright eyes fixed on the unicorn's soul.
Xilun raised an eyebrow; he thought of a legend—
The phoenix appears whenever Dumbledore needs it.
Would Dumbledore really want Fawkes to take him away?
As for?
"Professor, you don't need to do this, really," Siren said solemnly. "I promise that the curse will be completely removed after this."
"I believe you," Dumbledore said.
After the initial panic, he was much calmer now. With a gentle wave of his hand, Fox returned to the perch behind the door.
"But what I'm trying to say is, could you tell Professor Snape next time he comes to you that this spell actually has limitations and can only be used again after a period of time?"
"Hmm?" Xilun blinked.
"But Professor, this is pointless. You need to remove the remaining curses. Before the war fully breaks out, you'll have more time to recover."
"No, this is very meaningful." Dumbledore shook his head and said seriously, "Believe me, Sirius, I did this not out of fear—but because of another important matter, which may concern when the war will break out."
Celen, of course, believed in Dumbledore.
"All right."
He flicked his silver mane again, and although the unicorn's soul resisted somewhat, it still disappeared.
The atmosphere in the principal's office immediately became much more relaxed, and the sound of principals snoring could be heard again from the photo frame.
"But Professor, I can say that, but will Professor Snape believe me?" Siron asked.
"That's alright." Dumbledore grabbed a handful of toffee from the drawer. "Until he learns this magic, you're right, he can only trust you, and I'll help you—want some candy? Hagrid gave it to me, it's pretty good."
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