Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 636 The Second Solo Lesson Shocks Dumbledore for an Entire Day

Chapter 636 The Second Solo Lesson Shocks Dumbledore for an Entire Day

After breakfast, Harry and Ron went to the Quidditch pitch to prepare for the upcoming selection matches.

Siren wasn't interested in that; he had already arranged with Hagrid yesterday to go into the Forbidden Forest to find some new wand materials.

Although Harry and his friends were also planning to visit Hagrid today, Siron had just noticed that there were a lot of people participating in the selection trials, ranging from second to seventh year. Harry and his friends estimated they would be busy all morning, which would be enough time for him to come out of the Forbidden Forest.

Just as Xilun stepped out of the auditorium, a tall seventh-grade student ran over.

"Hello, Celen, we met on the train, in Old Snot's compartment," he said confidently, running up the stairs to shake Celen's hand. "McCock McClargan, you surely remember me, don't you?"

Okay, Xiren does remember him, the giant-tailed beast boy.

Because he mentioned the new minister Rufus Scrimgeour, whom Slughorn praised highly, it was hard for Siron to forget.

"So what brings you here?" Siren asked. "Want to buy a wand?"

“In fact, I still have more faith in old Ollivander’s craftsmanship,” McLagan said. “Of course, I don’t mean to belittle you, but my uncle believes that traditional wands have proven their reliability countless times—you know, he’s a good friend of Minister Scrimgeour and is very knowledgeable.”

"Perhaps," Xilun said casually.

"Oh, is the selection process about to begin?" McClagan looked up behind Hillen—and saw many people carrying brooms walking out of the castle in the foyer. His tone suddenly became urgent.

"I need to hurry up and get there too. I've signed up for Quidditch this year as a goalkeeper," McClargan said, as if he was already pretty sure of it.

He walked quickly past Xiren and slipped a piece of parchment to him.

"By the way, this is from Headmaster Dumbledore. He seems to be looking for you."

After saying that, McLagan ran out of the castle with the others.

Dumbledore?

Realizing what was happening, Xilun glanced at the note in his hand.

Dear Siren:

If you don't have anything more urgent to do, the second individual lesson will begin in ten minutes.

Your faithful Albus Dumbledore's crooked handwriting, like ocean waves, is indeed Dumbledore's, but isn't Harry supposed to be having a Quidditch selection match today?

Despite his doubts, Xilun rushed to the eighth floor, to the stone beast with the dripping spout.

The order is the same as last time.

"Sour and Explosive Candy!"

The stone beast jumped aside, and Xilun stepped onto the spiral staircase, all the way to the principal's office at the top.

Dumbledore was already waiting there. When Siren knocked and went in, he was standing by the window, looking at something with great interest—this direction should correspond to the Quidditch pitch.

"I hope my impromptu decision hasn't disrupted your original plans, Siren," Dumbledore said, turning his head and smiling.

"It's alright, it's not important," Siren said.

"That's good." Dumbledore nodded and turned to walk over.

"I've been really busy lately, so I'm glad I have a little free time today. I can teach you the escape spell."

His walking posture was a bit strange, and his right hand was stiff, looking very unnatural.

Oh no!

Xilun suddenly realized something and was about to do something when a low buzzing sound came from his pocket.

"Not now—please, be quiet—"

Silvermane reacted even more strongly, as if he wanted to jump right out of the pocket.

The last time he came here, he deliberately left Silver Mane in the dormitory, so nothing happened and he finished his course smoothly.

But he was called to the principal's office on short notice today, and he did not put the silver mane back.

The sudden low hum not only caught Dumbledore's attention, but even Fawkes on the branch turned to look.

"What happened, Sirius?" Dumbledore asked with concern.

Siron didn't know what to say. He couldn't very well say, "Sorry, Professor, my wand is desperate to kill you."

"No, it's nothing, it's just that the stuff I bought from the theater seems to be a bit broken," Siron said, trying to stuff his restless silver mane into the shapeshifting lizard skin bag, while changing the subject, "Professor, what have you been up to lately?"

Although the question was a bit too direct, Xilun couldn't think of any other topic for the moment.

However, Dumbledore didn't seem to mind.

"I'm looking for something," he said.

By this time, Xilun had tightened the shapeshifting lizard skin bag. Although he could still feel the silver mane restless inside, at least the buzzing sound could no longer be heard from the outside.

"What is it?" Xilun breathed a sigh of relief and asked casually.

"A locket, you've seen it too," Dumbledore said. "The one you and Harry saw in Bob Ogden's memory, the Slytherin locket that Marvolo Gaunt kept as a family heirloom."

Upon hearing this answer, Xilun suddenly paused for a moment.

Dumbledore also keenly noticed his unusual behavior.

"What, you know about this?" he asked, and before Siron could answer, he continued, "Yes, you definitely do. The Slytherin locket, the Hufflepuff cup, the Ravenclaw tiara, and the Gryffindor sword—these four things have always been Hogwarts legends. Every generation of students has tried to find them, but no one has ever succeeded."

"Oh no, perhaps some are very close to success," Dumbledore said, gazing intently out the window at the group of figures riding brooms.

"I've seen it—and it's right here with me," Siren said softly.

"What's with you?" Dumbledore didn't react for a moment until he saw Siren take the locket out of a buzzing bag.

Dumbledore was stunned, staring blankly at Sirius.

What did he see—Slytherin's locket—no, that's not right. According to the information he received, shouldn't this thing be kept in a cave?

Is it fake? — It doesn't look fake. —

Dumbledore was a little stunned, like someone who had eaten a real cockroach skewer.

He instinctively walked over to Xiren and took the locket.

Although the object was broken in two, with many of its sparkling gems missing and appearing faded, Dumbledore immediately recognized its authenticity the moment he touched it.

This unique, time-worn sense of weight, and the alchemy techniques of a thousand years ago, cannot be imitated.