Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 67 Voldemort Fragments

Before Dumbledore came out, the unicorn had already returned to the wand, so he didn't see what was happening here.

The only thing that puzzled him was Voldemort's painful scream just now, a scream that was even more miserable than when Quirrell was turned to ashes.

What exactly happened here...? Dumbledore glanced at Siron, who was stuffing bottles into his pocket, hesitated for a moment but didn't ask anything, only telling him to take Harry to the school hospital later.

"Actually, nettle wine tastes pretty good too," Dumbledore added.

"It's full," Siren said, feigning composure, while subconsciously touching the pocket of his robe where his wand was kept.

Sometime during the day, a thin layer of frost had formed around his pockets.

Fortunately, the school uniform robes were dark-colored, and Dumbledore didn't seem to notice this subtle change.

However, Xiren understood something else from his attitude: he was now certain that the three bottles did not contain poison; it was pure false advertising.

But it doesn't matter. The only use of that thing now is to plug his pockets. Maybe he can reuse it later and exchange it for some money in Knockturn Alley. Anyway, even if he gets caught, it's Snape's own reputation that's being ruined.

"It's time to go back," Dumbledore said, pointing behind him with his wand. A stretcher floated out, and the unconscious Harry lay on it.

"Then, Harry is in your care," said Dumbledore.

Although Sirius was more eager to find out what was on the unicorn's head, he couldn't refuse since Dumbledore had already said so, so he could only nod in agreement.

Then, Dumbledore escorted the two back to the fourth-floor corridor, this time even faster than when they came. Sirius didn't even move; he only felt a blur before his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already standing on the trapdoor.

Apparition? Or perhaps a door key? Xiren glanced at the stretcher beside him.

But he quickly shook his head, dismissing both guesses.

First, Dumbledore had never touched him before, which did not meet the conditions for a follower to manifest, and second, he did not feel the dragging sensation unique to using a Portkey.

Could it be a phoenix?

Siren instinctively looked around for Fox, only to discover that the trapdoor beneath his feet was gone, replaced by a solid floorboard.

How could that be? He clearly saw there were still some left...

A bold guess suddenly popped into Xilun's mind: could it be that he himself hadn't made any changes, and all those levels and rooms had simply disappeared?

"Hogwarts is a magical place, and even I wouldn't dare say I know all its secrets."

Dumbledore then appeared on the other side and said softly, "I suggest you also take some Dreamless Sleeping Pills; they'll help you get a good night's sleep tonight."

He glanced at Xilen again, then quickly left the corridor.

Siren looked at the floor for a while longer, and only after finding no trace of the trapdoor did he push Harry towards the school hospital.

On the way, he also saw Professor Flitwick comforting the portrait, and Professor McGonagall who had just restored the stairs to their original state. Hermione and Ron were not there; they must have been sent back to their dormitories by Professor McGonagall.

Upon seeing Harry unconscious, Madam Pomfrey was very anxious. She quickly put him on a bed and examined him carefully with her wand. She soon determined that he had fallen into a coma due to extreme weakness.

"I've never seen anything like this at school," Madam Pomfrey exclaimed. "His physical and mental strength are both extremely weak. Did he fight the Death Eaters for three days and three nights?"

Xilun shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

Although it didn't last as long as three days and three nights, he did fight with the Death Eaters, and it was with the leader of the Death Eaters.

Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey didn't seem to care. She immediately gave Harry two different potions and then hurriedly went to prepare a third one.

"Silon, Siren..."

As soon as Madam Pomfrey left, Fred and George, who were also in the ward, immediately asked, "What happened to Harry?"

"And Ron, he was just brought over too, but Professor McGonagall didn't tell us anything."

"Ron?" Only then did Xiren notice that there was another bed in the room with curtains drawn, from which faint, intermittent snoring could be heard.

It must be Ron.

"He didn't tell you?" Xilun asked, puzzled.

Ron was probably brought here when he delivered the message; he and Dumbledore were still in the foyer at that time.

He didn't believe that Fred and George hadn't asked anything for so long.

"Don't even mention it," Fred said irritably. "Mrs. Pomfrey was always there, and we could only pretend to be asleep."

"She finally left for a while, and that idiot Ron fell asleep!" George said through gritted teeth, his bandaged body trembling slightly, clearly furious.

"Oh, actually they went to the fourth floor to try out the challenges," Xilun said casually.

"What kind of challenge?"

"I knew there would be a surprise there!"

The Weasley brothers' eyes lit up.

But before Siron could say anything more, Mrs. Pomfrey returned.

"Don't talk loudly, it will disturb other people's rest." She glared at Xilun.

"Is there anything else?"

"No, that's all, Mrs. Pomfrey," said Siren, then immediately turned and left, ignoring Fred and George's attempts to stop him.

The Weasley brothers were dumbfounded.

Their curiosity had just been piqued, and it's already over?

You can't act like that as a human being, and you certainly can't act like that as a wizard!

Even if you only say half, or a third, that's fine too...

Unfortunately, Celen couldn't hear the cries in their hearts. He resolutely left the school hospital, not because he was deliberately targeting the Weasley brothers, but because he genuinely had other things to do.

And it's very important.

"You two... if you don't go to sleep... I'll draw the curtains... and don't even think about letting any more friends in..."

Mrs. Pomfrey's scolding grew fainter and fainter until it was no longer audible at all.

Xiren returned to the castle, but this time he didn't linger and went back to the eighth floor as quickly as possible.

The lights in the common room were on. When he went in, Hermione was apologizing to Neville, saying she shouldn't have used the petrification charm on him.

Poor Neville, he lay on the ground for so long.

Upon seeing Siren, Hermione jumped up from her chair and fired off a barrage of questions:

"Sirlen, are you with Professor Dumbledore? How's Harry? What about the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Harry's fine, he's already in the school hospital," Celen said. "Sorry Hermione, I'm just too tired. Can we talk about it tomorrow?"

Before Hermione could answer, Siren had already gone upstairs to his dormitory and immediately turned around to lock the door.

After doing all this, he threw away the potion bottle in his pocket and carefully took out the Silvermane wand from it.

Unlike before, the wand now had a thin layer of gray mist on its surface, and it felt icy cold when held in the hand.

"Silver Mane Starfall".

The unicorn reappeared, and as soon as it took shape, it began to shake its head vigorously in disgust, trying to shake off the "dirty thing" hanging on its horn.

"Wait, don't move..." Xiren tried to calm the restless unicorn, but his eyes never left the gray mist, and his heart was beating faster and faster.

Voldemort's pitiful screams were for a reason; this thing was simply torn off his body by the unicorn...

Is this considered a loot drop?

Fragments of Voldemort?

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