Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 660 Snape's Determination

Chapter 660 Snape's Determination

Dumbledore didn't seem to want to stay in the university hospital. Although Madam Pomfrey repeatedly said that he needed to rest, Dumbledore insisted on leaving, not wanting the other students to see him there.

"I know you have many questions," Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall and Snape. "Come to the Headmaster's office, Sirius, you come too. I think many of these questions are ones that only you can answer."

"Of course, no problem," Siron nodded in agreement. Professor McGonagall and Snape also agreed.

However, they did not leave the school hospital with Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall needed to take care of some things and check whether the students staying on campus matched the list, which was also necessary.

Snape said he needed to go to his private storage room first.

So when Dumbledore returned to the castle, only Sherren was with him.

It's worth mentioning that Dumbledore has been lying in the university hospital for a long time, and it's now the morning of the second day.

In other words, Sheren missed the morning train back and had to stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas holidays.

The good news is that he also missed the Christmas ball in Slughorn—because of Phineas Black's shout, and Dumbledore's unconscious state in the Headmaster's office, Cyril was immediately considered a suspect in the assassination of the Headmaster.

Although most professors didn't believe it, it was impossible for Siron to attend a Christmas ball as if nothing had happened after such a major incident.

In this respect, Sirius had to admire Professor Slughorn. Even when Dumbledore's fate was unknown, his first thought was whether it would affect the ball.

Professor McGonagall initially refused, thinking it would be too much to hold a ball after such a big incident.

But after learning the truth from Principal Dewent, she agreed.

The reason is simple: canceling the ball abruptly would definitely cause discussion or panic among the students. Since Dumbledore wasn't really killed, there was no need to create unnecessary trouble.

Yesterday, the ball in Slughorn was held as usual, and it was very lively. Almost every student in the school whose name I could remember went, and the loud music continued until the early hours of the morning before finally stopping.

This also resulted in most people not getting up today—fortunately, everyone had signed the list of those staying on campus in advance, so they could sleep in until they naturally woke up today.

As noon approached, the castle became much more crowded.

Everyone greeted Dumbledore warmly when they saw him, and Dumbledore smiled and nodded in response to each one, as if nothing had happened.

The two arrived at the principal's office on the eighth floor.

The place has been restored to its original state, except that a portrait is now hanging face down on the wall.

"Dumbledore, you've come at the perfect time!"

As soon as they came in, Phineas Black immediately ran out from the corner.

"That's outrageous! That Minerva McGonagall, how dare she treat the great Blake like that! Turn my portrait right over!"

Xiren suddenly realized that the portrait was of Phineas Black—that solved the problem.

Even if Professor McGonagall hadn't taken his portrait, Siron was prepared to do so anyway; this was another reason he came back with Dumbledore.

Phineas Black's shout caused him a lot of trouble. To put it another way, Snape, who was the first to arrive, immediately drew his wand.

If it weren't for Siren's quick thinking, he might be lying in the next bed with Dumbledore.

It has to be said that it was quite chaotic at the time. Snape attacked Sirens like a madman, and the two of them almost tore down the entire headmaster's office.

It seems the professors have restored it to its original state.

Not only that, but later, when he was explaining, Snape used Legilimency on him several times, even though he was in excruciating pain, he didn't give up.

Of course, in the end he didn't see anything. After all, every Ollivander, whether willingly or unwillingly, possessed the ability to reverse Legilimency, and every spy would suffer the consequences.

In other words, Professor McGonagall was adamant about not allowing him to use Truth Potion on his students; otherwise, Siron believed that Snape would have definitely tried to give him some.

And all of this stemmed from Phineas Black's earth-shattering howl.

"Professor, may I pay for this painting?" Siren asked, pointing to the unusual frame on the wall and squinting.

"Oh, why?" Dumbledore asked.

“I want to chop it up—well, I mean, split the frame open and make a wand.” Siren blinked and said, “I just noticed that this frame is made from the best trunk of the Guardian Tree. A wand made from this kind of shaft naturally has a strong restraining effect on dark magic, which would be perfect for dealing with Death Eaters and Voldemort.”

"Is that so?" Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "That sounds like a very good suggestion."

"Wait a minute, Dumbledore, what do you mean by this?" Phineas panicked and quickly ran to another picture frame closer to Dumbledore.

"You can't do this! I was the principal before; you have no right to destroy my picture frames!"

"I'm sorry, Sirius, I have to refuse your request." Dumbledore sighed. "He's right, the frames of the headmasters' portraits cannot leave the headmaster's office."

As he spoke, Dumbledore showed a regretful expression—it was clear that he also wanted to smash Phineas's picture frame.

"What a pity," Xiren sighed.

Not long after, Professor McGonagall and Snape arrived. As soon as they entered, they both asked about Dumbledore's current situation.

"In some ways it's terrible, but it's also better than ever before," Dumbledore said.

Snape frowned slightly, seemingly not understanding, until Dumbledore gently moved the fingers of his right hand.

The next second, Xilun felt a burning gaze directed at him.

"Use your previous spell once more, no, twice more!" Snape said in a deep voice. "Based on my calculations, just two more uses will completely remove the curse."

"I have no problem with that," Xiren said, taking out the silver mane. "I just don't know about the headmaster—well, I understand."

Xiren suddenly felt an unseen force pulling his wrist so tightly that he was now unable to swing the silver mane in his hand.

It's obvious that only Dumbledore could do this, and it also represents his attitude.

Stop, don't move, just leave it at that.

"Severus—" Dumbledore said softly, "I'm afraid my soul can hardly withstand a unicorn's full-force attack now."

"But your curse—" Snape paused, as if suddenly realizing something, "Alright, I understand."

"What do you understand?" Dumbledore asked.

"I will soon brew you a potion to strengthen your soul," Snape said.

"Oh no, I think you must have misunderstood—" Dumbledore wanted to say something more, but Snape didn't give him the chance. As if in a hurry, he turned around and strode out of the headmaster's office.

In the magical world, there are all kinds of potions, but those that can enhance the soul are very rare. Even a potion master like Snape has only heard of one or two of them.

But it doesn't matter, he believes he can find it.

Besides, there's an older Slughorn at the school, so they can look together and eventually find someone suitable.

Dumbledore, he's the one who's going to save you!