Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 662 The Transformed Moon Face

Chapter 662 The Transformed Moon Face

"Good evening, Sirius," Sirius said.

Even through the burning flames, Xiren could tell he was very happy.

"Good evening," Siren said. "What can I do for you?"

"It's about Dumbledore," Sirius said bluntly. "My grandfather said you killed Dumbledore, is that true?"

"Yes." Sirius nodded. "I killed Dumbledore."

"Hahahahaha!"

Sirius suddenly burst into laughter, spewing sparks from his mouth that nearly landed on Sirius's new robes.

Xilun took a step back in disgust.

"I'm so sorry," Sirius said insincerely. "I just thought it was so funny, I couldn't help it. You killed Dumbledore—hahahahaha—"

"That's enough." Xilun said expressionlessly, picking up the iron shovel next to him and poking it into the firewood.

"Since you already know the answer, why ask me?"

"Don't you think this is hilarious?" Sirius asked.

"Not at all," said Youlun.

If this had happened to someone else, he would have laughed along with Sirius, but since he was the one in the story, what could he do?

Phineas Black's outburst nearly made him the enemy of all the professors, which wasn't a pleasant feeling.

"You probably don't know, but it was quite a scene here yesterday. Minerva insisted that I cover up that portrait in Grimoire Square, which made my great-grandfather so angry that he cursed and swore."

Sirius Black laughed and said, "When Harry came back in the afternoon, he was still behind the portrait, talking incessantly about Minerva."

"Why not try the Tongue-Locking and Throat-Sealing Spell?" Siron asked. "I remember that spell works on portraits too."

"Remus is gone," Sirius said. "By the way, how is Dumbledore? You've already used that spell on him, haven't you?"

"Well, I can't really say whether the result was smooth or not," Sirius said, and then told Sirius everything he knew.

"That's right. Madam Pomfrey said that his curse tore off a part of him, but it also severely damaged his soul. If it happened again, Dumbledore might have died outright."

Sirius's expression gradually became serious.

"So you mean to say that Dumbledore's curse hasn't been completely eradicated, right?"

"That's right."

"And his soul can't withstand a second curse?"

"That's true," Siren nodded. "But now the professors are looking for potions that can work on the soul."

"Is there such a potion?" Sirius asked anxiously.

"Snape said it existed, but I've never heard of it."

Upon hearing Snape's name, Sirius instinctively showed a hint of disgust.

"I'll go help too. There's a private library here with lots of books about potions." His head disappeared from the fire for a moment, but then reappeared.

"Oh, I almost forgot to ask," he continued, "Harry told me you missed your train back. Do you need me to pick you up from Hogsmeade?"

"No need," Sirius shook his head, declining Sirius's suggestion.

He did want to go home for Christmas before, but now he prefers to stay at school and help out.

That's right, it's about helping out.

"Alright then," Sirius said. "If I find any clues, I'll go to Hogwarts."

After he finished speaking, Sirius's head disappeared, and the fire returned to its original state, crackling in the fireplace.

the next day.

When Xilun woke up, he saw a mountain of gifts piled up beside his bed.

The number of gifts is about the same as last year, maybe even more. It seems even Voldemort can't stop people from celebrating Christmas.

Unwrapping gifts is always the most enjoyable moment.

Mrs. Weasley's gift was on top of the pile: a sweater she had knitted herself, and a huge pile of homemade syrup pies.

This year, Siren's design features red and gold, which corresponds to Gryffindor—although Siren doesn't particularly like this combination, she still wore it.

After all, Mrs. Weasley's sweater was quite warm and comfortable to wear.

Next came Hagrid's gift, in a large kraft paper box. Like in previous years, it was mostly filled with fried tails—

The cane core material included snail shells and unicorn tail hair. There was also a large bag of homemade fudge and a dagger that looked like it had been sharpened from teeth.

Sending a Muggle weapon to a wizard—Sirlen always thought only Mr. Weasley would do such a thing—it's a pity it's such a big tooth; although it doesn't look like Cerberus's, it must belong to some kind of large magical creature.

Silen casually put it in his pocket and continued unwrapping gifts.

Then came several more candies: three broomsticks, more expensive foreign gummies, Muggle candies, and soda—gifts from Dean Thomas, who shared a dorm room with Harry and whose parents were both Muggles.

He also found Hermione's gift, which, just as he expected, was a book, "The History of Magic: Power and the Wand".

Ron gave him a set of lock-picking gadgets, and Siron immediately recognized them as products of the Weasley Magic Tricks workshop.

Ron is really generous, daring to buy something that's 200% overpriced (this only applies to Ron).

Harry's gift was a miniature flying broomstick set that could fly on its own when tossed into the air, which was quite interesting.

Xilun put the model aside and continued disassembling it.

Just then, someone knocked on his dormitory door.

"Sirlen." Simon's head popped in from outside. "I think you'd better go down and see. Someone's looking for you, and they're pretty anxious."

"Who is it?" Xilun asked in confusion.

His first thought was Dumbledore, but he quickly shook his head.

Even if Snape found the potion that targeted the soul and successfully brewed it overnight, Dumbledore's soul, which had been nearly torn apart, would hardly be able to recover in such a short time.

"No, I don't know him." Ximo's expression turned somewhat strange.

"Okay." Xiren nodded and left the dormitory with Ximo.

When he arrived at the common room and saw a large group of people gathered around the fireplace, he realized why Seamus's expression was strange.

Sirius Black —

Siren looked at the familiar head in the fireplace and said, "You're not going to tell me you've found it—"

"No, it has nothing to do with that."

Sirius interrupted Sirius before Sirius could finish speaking.

"Listen to me—" Sirius glanced at the students around him, hesitated for a moment, but only a second later he spoke again: "Moonface, he transformed yesterday."

"Moonface?" Celen immediately knew he was referring to Lupin.

"Isn't that normal?"

"No, this is not normal at all," Sirius said seriously. "Think carefully about what time it was yesterday, especially at night."

"Do I even need to think about it? It's definitely—" Xilun suddenly froze.

He knew what Sirius meant, because yesterday wasn't a full moon!

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