Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 651 Special Tutoring Session

Chapter 651 Special Tutoring Session

Until lunchtime, Siron was still unable to explain to Hermione why his wand could summon the unicorn's spirit, and why the unicorn's spirit could shatter the curse attached to the wizard's soul.

Hermione has always believed that books are the truth, but what Siren said is impossible to find in any book—it might be found in the future, but it certainly isn't now, because Siren currently has no intention of writing a book.

Therefore, Hermione remained skeptical of Siren's claims.

As for Harry and Ron—although they couldn't understand, they were willing to believe in Siron.

Having learned this, Sirius decisively abandoned the idea of ​​asking for their opinions, and simply used Harry's owl to write a letter to Sirius.

Sirius Black has always stayed at Number 2 Grimmauld Place, protected by the Faithful Charm, where even owls cannot find him.

Only an owl like Hedwig, who had been there before, could deliver the letter to Sirius.

While they awaited a reply, Dumbledore gave them a second special tutoring session—or rather, for Siren, this was the third.

While Harry was busy selecting new Quidditch players, Dumbledore gave Siren a lesson, teaching him how to use the Escape Charm.

It was during that class that Siron told him about the Slytherin locket, and about the house-elves Kreacher and Regulus.

Siron has now mastered this spell very well.

As for the content of this lesson—it is still about viewing memories, and specifically, Dumbledore's own memories.

In this memory, Sheryl saw a young Dumbledore, whose hair and beard were still auburn, and who was wearing a fine crimson velvet suit.

Siren followed the other person into an orphanage in London, where he met Tom Riddle, who had not yet entered the magical world.

Tom was eleven years old at the time. He was handsome, with dark hair and a pale face, and looked like a miniature version of his Muggle father.

A thought suddenly popped into Siren's head: if someone had broken in and killed Tom Riddle, who hadn't grown up yet, would none of what happened afterward have occurred?

But he soon realized that this could only be an idea. At this point, Dumbledore would not kill a child for no reason, nor would he allow anyone else to do so.

Compared to the last time they used the Pensieve, it was obvious that the memory was much shorter this time. When Tom Riddle received the acceptance letter and Dumbledore left the orphanage, they returned to the headmaster's office in reality.

Harry was still in a daze, recalling the Tom Riddle he had just seen. For such a young wizard, his abilities and temperament were astonishingly perfect and mature.

What was I doing when I was eleven? — Oh right, at the Dursleys' house, thinking about when I could leave the cupboard and whether I would have enough to eat tomorrow.

Tom Riddle, who also knows nothing about the magical world, has realized that he possesses a special power and has discovered that he can control this power to some extent, and has begun to use it consciously.

But that wasn't the main point of Dumbledore showing them this memory.

"Young Tom Riddle loved collecting loot. You've probably noticed the trunk of stolen goods in his room—all stolen from the kids he bullied."

"You must remember his hobby of collecting things, like a magpie; it will be especially important for the future."

After saying this, Dumbledore waved to the two of them, indicating that they could leave.

Siren could roughly guess that Dumbledore's purpose this time was to make them understand Voldemort better, and to let them know the patterns of Voldemort's creation of Horcruxes.

Stepping into the hallway outside and looking at Harry walking ahead, Siren suddenly noticed something else.

Harry and Voldemort are very similar, not only because Harry has a fragment of Voldemort's soul inside him, but also because of their experiences.

Voldemort grew up in an orphanage, and Harry lived with his mean relatives; both were typical examples of tragic childhoods, but their subsequent choices were drastically different.

One became the most evil dark wizard in history, and the other—how should I put it, a standard Gryffindor?

Siren glanced at Harry, who was almost arguing with Peeves in front of him—and even looked a little silly.

"Baby Potter—became our savior—but he's still a silly baby—staying up all night—wandering around the castle—"

Peeves sang his own little tune, flitting around Harry's head.

"Shut up, Peeves, shut up—" Harry shouted, jumping up and down and waving his hands, trying to pull Peeves down from mid-air.

Trying to pull a flying ghost down... well, maybe that's more than just a little silly.

Xilen walked past him, then suddenly stopped, looking ahead in surprise, and shouted, "Oh, it's Blood Man Baro! Come quick, Peeves' here!"

"Pipi Ghost isn't here!" Pipi Ghost screamed.

Its body seemed to have been stretched to twice its original length out of thin air. It no longer cared about teasing Harry and flew forward without looking back, quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor.

"Thank you, Siron." Harry said breathlessly, leaning on his knees.

"It's nothing," Siron said. "Peeves is most afraid of Slytherin's Bloody Barrows, followed by the Headmaster, the Headmaster, and other professors. This method has always worked well for it."

Strictly speaking, Peeves is not a ghost, but a type of elf. It is born from the destructive desires, rebellious mentality, and excess energy in the subconscious of students. It is an inevitable troublemaker born from Hogwarts, a building full of young wizards and witches.

Therefore, it also subconsciously fears the principal and professors. As for the blood-man Barrow, it's pure fear.

Who wouldn't be afraid of a ruthless character who has killed people and is covered in blood?

After chasing away Peeves, Siron and Harry quickly went to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Fennel cereal," Celen said.

"Isn't it delicious?" the plump lady said with a smile, as the portrait opened forward.

"I don't think so," Xiren muttered to himself.

In the common room, Hermione and Ron were sitting at a table near the fireplace, waiting.

Harry told them everything he had seen in the Pensieve.

"Wow, how terrifying. The mysterious man in his youth, just thinking about it is frightening," Ron said softly, putting down his quill.

"But I don't understand why Dumbledore would let you know all this. I mean, it's interesting, but what's the use? Didn't he say he was going to teach you some powerful spells?"

"No," Harry shook his head, "but he said it's important, that it can help me survive."

Hermione shared Dumbledore's view, believing that it was worthwhile to learn as much as possible about Voldemort, as it might reveal his weaknesses.

Ron shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.