Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 648 Dumbledore's Vigilance

Chapter 648 Dumbledore's Vigilance

It was only a little over a hundred meters from the three brooms to Mrs. Padif's teahouse, but it took Mrs. Rosmerta ten minutes to return.

"Thank you, my dear." Dumbledore took the black tea she offered and drank it all in one gulp.

"Every time I drink this, it reminds me of my school days, and Mrs. Patif's tea-brewing skills are even better than her mother's."

"Do you need me to relay this evaluation for you?" Ms. Rosmerta asked.

"Of course, there are some things I'm always a little embarrassed to say," Dumbledore said with a smile. "By the way, I'm sorry to have taken up your time. We'll be leaving soon. Hopefully, our previous guests haven't gone far."

"Let's hope so, after all, many of them haven't paid yet," Ms. Rosmerta sighed.

She knew very well that even if the Black Magic Mark had disappeared, those people would never come back.

But it doesn't matter anymore. All she wants now is to close the shop quickly and take a break—maybe she should really learn from Joko and go somewhere else to hide for a while.

"Alright, you guys." Tonks walked over to Siren. "Hurry up, shall I take you back to school?"

Siren nodded and followed Tonks out of the three brooms.

"I almost forgot, I haven't had a chance to thank you yet." Standing in the doorway of the Three Brooms, Tonks said to Siren, "Mad-Eye was right. If it weren't for you, I might really have been killed by that Death Eater. He used the Killing Curse, and I didn't notice it immediately."

"No, no way." Xiren shook his head. "His killing curse missed, and you seized the opportunity to kill them."

Tonks smiled, taking it as Siron comforting her.

However, her mood did improve considerably, and even her hair unconsciously turned a bubblegum-blue color.

"You're describing it in such detail, anyone who didn't know better would think you saw it yourself."

"I definitely saw it," Siren said, his serious expression making Tonks laugh.

"How could you possibly see something that didn't happen?" Hermione couldn't help but say.

But then Harry noticed the crystal ball in Siren's hand.

"I know!" he exclaimed. "It's divination, you must have seen it in the crystal ball, right?"

"That's even more impossible," Hermione said, frowning. "Fortune telling is just a scam."

"No, no, no, Hermione, divination isn't all a scam. You just met a fraudulent professor," Tonks said.

She also noticed the crystal ball in Xilen's hand.

Now many things make sense.

No wonder Siron reacted so quickly, managing to stun the Death Eater before he could even make a move with the Killing Curse.

So what he just said was true, and he really was able to escape the Killing Curse?

"Anyway, thank you," Tonks said. "But I never knew you had a talent for prophecy."

"Just a little bit." Xiren gestured. "It's just that I can occasionally see some images in the crystal ball."

"That's already amazing," Tonks said, his hair turning light yellow again. "Actually, I've always wanted to have the ability to predict the future, so I could see the answers to my final exams from a crystal ball. Unfortunately—but that's too difficult. Very few wizards have that kind of talent."

She sighed.

Xilun's eyes lit up—looking at the exam answers, he saw Merlin's beard. How come he hadn't thought of using prophecy in this way!

This should be much simpler than predicting danger, right?

Hermione followed behind, still unable to accept this explanation.

“Remember when we went to the Department of Mysteries?” Harry said from the side. “Voldemort was looking for a prophecy, and you saw that room with so many crystal balls. Doesn’t that prove there really is a prophecy?”

Hermione didn't say anything.

"Don't talk to her about this, Harry," Ron said casually. "She doesn't want to believe it just because she doesn't have the gift of prophecy."

Hermione looked a little angry, but surprisingly she didn't argue back.

Because she knew perfectly well that Ron was right, but for so many years, she only believed what she had consulted books, pondered, and verified herself.

But what she occupied was something much purer, and had absolutely nothing to do with her habits.

For a moment, reason and habit were entangled and in a chaotic mess.

Tonks originally intended to send them back to school before leaving, but Dumbledore later said that he also needed to go back to school, so he could help her send them back.

Tonks had no reason to refuse, so she went to help Mad-Eye Moody. After the two of them had the five Death Eaters firmly bound, Mad-Eye Moody made a Portkey.

"Professor," Siren suddenly asked on the way back to school, "were there any traces of dark magic on those five Death Eaters?"

"I don't understand what you mean," Dumbledore said.

"Many wizards have undergone some form of dark magic modification in pursuit of greater power. Voldemort, for example, was influenced by dark magic, which is why he looks the way he does now."

"It's either dark magic or a curse—a poisonous curse or something like that." Sirius glanced at Dumbledore's right hand.

"I remember one of them was afflicted by his own corruption curse, which I deflected with my armor curse."

Corrosion curses are considered one of the more malevolent forms of dark magic. The purple lines on the curse corrode the wizard's body, causing immense pain, though not fatal.

The only difference between the Corruption Curse and the Cruciatus Curse is that the Corruption Curse has a counter-curse.

However, since it is black magic after all, even if the anti-spell is used at the fastest speed, some indelible traces will still be left behind.

"The Corruption Curse—that's strange." Dumbledore pondered. "I didn't find any similar marks on them—but one of them had a complete mental breakdown, his soul looked like it had been forcibly torn open with a long gash. When I saw it just now, I thought he was trying to make a Horcrux."

"I've always wanted to ask you, Siren, what spell did you use on him to cause such a terrible effect?"

"Was it my fault?" Siren asked.

"I've asked Tonks and Alasto, and neither of them attacked that man," Dumbledore said.

"Alright, that is indeed me." Sirius glanced at Dumbledore again. "Professor, do you really want to know the spell?"

Dumbledore opened his mouth.

He really wanted to know. There weren't many spells that could affect the soul, and spells that could tear the soul in two were unheard of. Even the Cruciatus Curse couldn't cause such damage to the soul in such a short time.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw Xilun's meaningful eyes—

As if sensing danger, the old wizard immediately changed his mind.

"Ah, I was just asking casually—oh, we've arrived."

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