Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 659 The Only Unhappy Person

Chapter 659 The Only Unhappy Person

In a fleeting moment, Dumbledore seemed to return to Godric's Hollow a hundred years earlier, where he saw the girl hiding in the attic, cautiously gazing out the window with longing in her eyes.

Dumbledore wanted to stop and see more clearly, but some mysterious force was pushing him forward.

He passed by a familiar barn, its wooden door hanging crookedly, revealing a long crack through which he could vaguely see two spirited young men chatting and laughing inside.

The scene shifts, and he returns to the familiar Hogwarts. In the familiar Transfiguration office, a somewhat shy student with freckles on his face is applying to withdraw from the school.

"Professor, you don't need to be sad. This is my own decision."

Newt Scamander, an old friend, he was so young back then.

Dumbledore wanted to greet him, but his body was once again uncontrollably pulled away.

At that moment, he was leading an eleven-year-old girl into the castle.

Oh—is that Minerva McGonagall?

It's been so long that he can't quite remember.

Then he saw more familiar scenes, some good memories and some bad experiences. It felt strange, like looking at a Pensieve with too many memories added to it.

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Gradually, the images moved faster and faster, and all the colors blended together, as if forming a giant vortex.

Dumbledore blinked, and the vortex disappeared, replaced by a clean and tidy ceiling.

It sounds like someone is talking nearby —

"Professor McGonagall, I truly did not attack the Headmaster; it was his own choice—honestly, why would I dare to attack Dumbledore?"

Is this reasonable?

"Shut up, Ollivander, we have witnesses!" The voice—it was Snape.

"Professor Snape, can you use your brain? That old bastard is just spouting nonsense, and the other headmasters can vouch for it!"

"Nonsense!"

"He's right, Severus."

At that moment, Professor McGonagall walked in. She rubbed her forehead, gave Sirius a complicated look, and said, "I asked Headmistress Delis de Winter, and she told me that Dumbledore did indeed do it voluntarily—to cure the curse on his arm."

"Healing—the curse?" Snape drawled. "Do you know that when I got to the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore already had no heartbeat!"

"Headmistress Delis de Winter wouldn't lie." Before Professor McGonagall could speak, Madam Pomfrey hurried over and said with a serious expression, "At least she wouldn't cover for a student in something like this. Also, based on what I observed just now, the curse magic on the headmistress's arm is indeed much less than before."

As the only healer at Hogwarts Hospital, Madam Pomfrey naturally knew about Dumbledore's curse.

In fact, the first person to treat him was Mrs. Pomfrey.

She noticed it when Dumbledore was brought over; the terrible curse on his arm had changed, and changed quite obviously, as if a large piece had been torn off by something.

Lady Pomfrey didn't know what could tear apart a curse, but she was certain it was real.

"What did you say?" Snape's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately looked at Dumbledore's arm.

When he turned his head, he saw Dumbledore with his eyes open.

"What happened, Severus—" Dumbledore asked, his voice weak as if he hadn't eaten for three days.

"Thank God, Albus, you're finally awake!" Professor McGonagall ran up from behind and, with incredible force, pushed Snape aside, who was about to speak.

"You fainted in the principal's office. Principal Black said that Sirren Ollivander killed you—later Principal Derwent told me that he did it only to cure the curse—"

As Professor McGonagall described the situation, Dumbledore's previously dazed eyes became increasingly clear.

He remembered that he had come into close contact with the unicorn's soul in the principal's office.

Then—he saw his various experiences from the previous hundred years.

Dumbledore had to admit that he had been careless.

When the unicorn's soul passed through his body, he knew he had made a mistake—he might not be as strong as he thought.

Dumbledore spotted Sherren in the crowd and turned to look at him.

"I warned you, Professor," Celen shrugged. "I said it might hurt a little, but you told me it was fine."

"If I could—I wish I could take that back," Dumbledore said softly.

"But there's good news—I guessed right, this trick really works," Sirius said, pointing to Dumbledore's right hand.

Dumbledore turned his head instinctively, then his pupils twitched violently.

Not only him, but everyone in the ward saw that on Dumbledore's charred right hand, the index and middle fingers had faded from black and looked much thicker than the other fingers. They were no longer skin covering bone and were obviously slowly growing flesh and blood.

Further up, there was also a clear mark on the back of his hand and arm.

Everyone knows what this means.

These two fingers, restored to their original state, are like an oasis full of hope appearing in an endless desert.

Professor McGonagall's eyes glistened, and she had to wipe away the tears that hadn't yet fallen, time and time again.

Snape sat there silently, staring blankly at Dumbledore's right hand.

Madam Pomfrey, standing next to Snape, was also observing Dumbledore's right hand, occasionally taking out her wand and gently tapping his index and middle fingers.

It's truly amazing—she's been a therapist for decades, and this is the first time she's encountered something like this. To carve out a space for life from the very middle without lifting the curse—how did she do that?

A curse? Or a potion?

"Professor Snape, please move aside. I need to observe this area a bit more."

Upon hearing this, Snape immediately moved to the side, but his eyes never left Dumbledore's hand.

He was considering whether to cut a small piece of skin tissue from Dumbledore's index finger and add it to the potion; perhaps it would produce a different effect.

He refrained from saying anything, but he knew it might be a bit impolite to do so.

Everyone had their own thoughts and were genuinely happy for Dumbledore, except for one person: Dumbledore himself.

Although the curse had been partially lifted, he was not happy at all, especially after seeing the eager Xilun, he sighed softly.

How did it become effective?