Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 665 The War Begins to Unfold

Chapter 665 The War Begins to Unfold

Although Siron spent the entire holiday at Hogwarts, he received letters from different people every day.

Sometimes it was his parents, sometimes Fred and George, or sometimes Harry. Through their descriptions in the letters, along with reports from the Daily Prophet, Celen gained some understanding of what was happening outside.

It's no exaggeration to say that war has begun. The battle between Death Eaters and Aurors has moved from the shadows to the open, with people dying almost every day.

Of course, this situation started a long time ago, but now more people are dying, including strikers and Aurors, who have suffered injuries and deaths of varying degrees.

The same goes for the Order of the Phoenix.

Just yesterday, a member of the Order of the Phoenix named Emily Vance was killed by Death Eaters while on a surveillance mission.

Siren didn't know her, only that she had joined the Order of the Phoenix during the First Wizarding War and was a senior member who had been on missions outside, responsible for monitoring the Death Eaters' movements.

The last time Sirius told Lupin that Death Eaters were spotted in Cornwall, it was she who brought that information.

Later, Sirius told Sirius in a letter that the Death Eaters wanted to recruit a potion master from Cornwall, but fortunately they arrived in time and saved the old potion master's life.

The Order of the Phoenix held a funeral for Amelie Vance at number 12 Grimmauld Place, and everyone who could spare the time attended, including Dumbledore, who had just opened his eyes half an hour earlier.

As the war intensified, in order to ensure that the students could return to Hogwarts safely and quickly during the holidays, the Ministry of Magic and Professor McGonagall discussed and arranged a one-time Floo Network operation.

Students can quickly return to school simply by passing through the fireplace.

No fireplace at home? No problem. The Ministry of Magic will arrange for a striker to take them to the Leaky Cauldron. It's a bit of a hassle, but much more convenient than the train.

Harry and the others returned in the evening.

When Xilun saw them, several people were standing at the entrance of the common room, arguing heatedly with the fat lady.

"Worthless."

"wrong!"

What does "wrong" mean?

"The password has changed, please don't shout."

"Can't you be reasonable? We've left school, how could we possibly know what the new password is!"

The fat lady looked even paler than usual and flinched when she heard Ron's loud voice.

"Could you please keep your voice down?" Hermione was startled by Ron's sudden shout and turned to glare at him irritably.

At the same time, she also saw Xilen coming down the stairs.

"Oh, we're saved!" She waved vigorously. "Long time no see, Siren!"

"Long time no see." Siren walked towards them. "How was your holiday?"

"If it weren't for the Death Eaters and Voldemort, this would have been an unforgettable holiday," Harry said softly, his face darkening.

He had thought he would be able to spend a happy Christmas with Sirius this year, but since he went back, Sirius had been busy running around and didn't even have a moment's rest on Christmas Day.

The same goes for everyone else. In the entire Grimmauld Place number twelve, it seems that only he and Ron are idle. However, his situation is also very special, and even if he wanted to help others, they wouldn't allow it.

"If I had known, I would have stayed at Hogwarts this year," Harry sighed.

Xilun shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

"By the way, why aren't you going in?"

"The Fat Lady has changed her password," Hermione said. "Do you know what the new password is?"

"Oh, it's about quitting drinking," Siron said.

"Correct," the fat lady said weakly, revealing the hole behind the portrait.

"What's wrong with her—" Ginny asked curiously, "Why would she change the password like this?"

"I don't know the specifics," Siren said. "All I know is that she and her friend Violet drank all the wine depicted in those drunken monk paintings in the hallway next to the Charms classroom, making quite a fool of themselves."

"No wonder--"

The group entered the common lounge, where many people were already chatting.

They found a few empty chairs in the corner.

"Oh, right, I have something to tell you." Harry took out his wand with a serious expression and waved it in the air.

"Close your ears and plug your ears!"

"Hey, Harry, you—" Hermione frowned.

"Hermione, I have to do this. This absolutely cannot be heard by anyone else." Then she turned to look at Celen.

"I know you may not believe me, but I swear it's true. Hermione, Ron, and Sirius can all attest to it."

Siren paused for a moment, then looked at Harry with curiosity.

"It's Lupin—" Harry said seriously, his face tense. "He can transform into a werewolf anytime now, not during a full moon, and not at night."

The curiosity and anticipation that Xilun had just felt quickly vanished.

Judging from Harry's expression just now, he thought it was something else entirely, but it turned out to be just this. "I knew you wouldn't believe me." Harry looked at Siron, who seemed to have misunderstood something. "I promise, it's all true—"

“No, I believe you,” Siren said. “In fact, I’ve known for a long time, and it might even have something to do with me.”

Then, Sirius told the group about Sirius and Lupin coming to the school to find him.

Harry was a little angry that Sirius had never told him any of this.

"This might also be related to Dumbledore," Siron said. "It's a secret, so it's understandable that he wants to keep it a secret."

"Dumbledore?" Harry paused, startled. "What happened to Dumbledore?"

"You'll find out soon enough," said Xilun.

He glanced at the time; the opening banquet was in ten minutes.

Although they were very curious, Harry and the others left the common room with Siron and headed to the Great Hall together.

The auditorium still retains its Christmas decorations, with sparkling magical ice crystals spread from the entrance to the long table.

They had just found a place to sit when the professors came in.

Professor McGonagall was walking at the front, followed by Dumbledore. He looked a bit strange, sandwiched between Professor McGonagall and Snape, and he walked very slowly, taking almost two minutes to walk from the side door to the middle of the teachers' table.

But nobody cared. Dumbledore's appearance was like a shot in the arm for everyone. The fear of the Death Eaters vanished at that moment, and people started clapping loudly as soon as Dumbledore entered until he sat down in his seat.

"Wait a minute, look at Dumbledore!" Hermione shouted.

“Ah, we see him,” Ron said. “He’s right there, isn’t he?”

"I mean, look at his hand." Hermione pointed to Dumbledore's exposed right hand.

Harry and Ron looked over at the same time, and their eyes widened simultaneously.

"His curse has been lifted?!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.

>