Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 650 A Bold Conjecture

Chapter 650 A Bold Conjecture

Ron didn't have to wait long; ten minutes later, the professors entered the auditorium through a side door.

Professor McGonagall walked at the front and came to the center of the faculty seating area, where Dumbledore was seated.

"Quiet," she said, and the previously noisy auditorium immediately fell silent.

Professor McGonagall then told everyone that the Death Eaters had been captured by the Aurors, which finally resolved the matter.

People gradually relaxed and began to enjoy the sumptuous lunch in front of them, but some were not very happy.

The atmosphere around the Slytherin table was not so lively. The result disappointed many people, who would have preferred to hear that the Death Eaters had killed Harry Potter, the savior, in Hogsmeade.

"Why would those idiots go looking for trouble with the Aurors?" someone muttered, but no one answered his question. "It must be Malfoy!" At the same time, Harry from Gryffindor said decisively, "He knew when we would be going to Hogsmeade Village, so he must have told the Death Eaters."

"So he didn't go to Hogsmeade today because he knew what was going to happen."

Hermione frowned; the reason was too far-fetched and full of loopholes.

Malfoy didn't go to Hogsmeade because he knew what would happen—but he wasn't the only one who didn't go to Hogsmeade today.

"That can't be taken as evidence, Harry," Hermione said.

"I know." Harry sighed, then seemed to remember something and suddenly became excited. "Hermione, do you know how to make Veritaserum?"

"What did you just say?" Hermione asked, startled.

"Veritable serum," Harry said. "The stuff Snape used to interrogate those Death Eaters during the Three Broomsticks incident."

"If we just put some truth serum in Malfoy's drink, wouldn't we know whether he was the one who snitched?"

Hermione was completely stunned.

Putting Ye Zhenji in her classmate's drink—she always thought this was a trick only Ron could come up with.

"You'd better not do that, Harry." Ron put down his fried chicken leg and said seriously, "Although I'd like to say that, Veritaserum is a potion that is strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic. I heard from my father that if you give it to someone else without permission, you'll be sent to Azkaban—although Azkaban no longer exists."

"Is that so?" Harry blinked; he really didn't know that.

"But Snape just now—"

“He didn’t do anything,” Hermione said. “Nobody saw him use Veritaserum, did they? So if the Ministry of Magic asks, he can just say that the Death Eaters were so afraid of Dumbledore that they confessed what they did.”

"And brewing truth serum isn't easy either," she added. "At least I can't do it right now, but—"

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Perhaps your favorite book contains relevant information; why don't you ask it?"

Harry knew Hermione was trying to subtly get him to throw away the book "Advanced Potions Making" again, so he pretended not to understand and deliberately didn't respond.

"That's such a shame," Harry said, quickly glancing at Siron on the other side to change the subject.

Siren fell silent again, just like he was in Hogsmeade Village. He would remain silent for a long time, and would often look down and stare blankly, lost in thought.

Harry called him twice more before Siren finally snapped out of his daze.

"What are you thinking?" Hermione couldn't help but ask.

"Dark magic," Siren said directly this time, without changing the subject.

"What?" Ron stood up abruptly, the chair behind him scraping against the floor with a screeching sound, drawing the attention of many people.

Ron blushed and quickly sat back down.

"What did you just say?!"

"Dark magic, huh?" Siren said nonchalantly.

He was indeed thinking about this, or to put it more precisely—the dark magic curse on Dumbledore.

Ever since discovering that the Corruption Curse on the Death Eater had completely disappeared, Sirius had been wondering if the curse on Dumbledore's right hand could also be removed in the same way.

One of the properties of silver wands is purification—when using magic against curses and dark creatures, the effect is enhanced by 100%, making it a natural nemesis of all curses.

More importantly, this ability originates from unicorns, and Silvermane contains the only special unicorn that exists in a soul state, which means it can directly damage curses attached to souls.

Xiren also thought of something else. In his second year, he had been petrified by the basilisk once. It was after the unicorn passed through his body that the basilisk's petrification curse was lifted.

The basilisk's gaze can petrify ghosts, which is undoubtedly a curse targeting the soul. The curse on Dumbledore's arm is also aimed at the soul.

Of course, Sirius also knew that, as a carefully laid trap by Voldemort, the curse on Dumbledore's arm was definitely more terrifying than the basilisk and the Corruption Curse.

After all, once petrified by the Basilisk, the curse could be lifted by using a resurrection potion made from mandrake. But Dumbledore's hand never recovered.

But that's okay. As long as we're sure the silver mane works, that's enough. If it doesn't work the first time, we can try again. Eventually, we'll be able to completely remove the curse.

The problem now is that Sheryl needs to prove his theory again, and whether Dumbledore can withstand the unicorn's attack.

The first problem is easy to solve; we just need to find two volunteers. I believe many people in the Order of the Phoenix would be willing to cooperate, such as Sirius Black and Lupin, who certainly wouldn't refuse.

The second issue that Xilun needs to carefully consider is this one.

Look at that Death Eater from before. According to Dumbledore, his soul was forcibly torn open, almost like being cut in half—that's why he mistakenly thought the other party wanted to make a Horcrux.

Dumbledore also said that this kind of pain was equivalent to enduring dozens of Crucifixion Curses at the same time.

And this is just a corruption curse.

What if it were an even more terrible curse like the one on Dumbledore's arm, like being subjected to a hundred Crucifixion Curses at the same time?

Can Dumbledore really hold out?

Siren shared this conjecture with Harry and the others, wanting to hear their opinions.

However, after Xilun finished speaking, no one responded for a long time. When he looked up, he saw three pairs of bewildered eyes staring straight at him.

They didn't understand at all. What curse, soul, unicorn soul—was that even a complete sentence?

"What, is it hard to understand?" Xilun couldn't help but ask.

Harry and Ron shook their heads at the same time, and Hermione hesitated for a moment before shaking her head as well.