Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 632 Dumbledore's Lessons, Pensieve

Chapter 632 Dumbledore's Lessons, Pensieve

In the days that followed, Siren took some time to learn the spells he had discovered in the book "Advanced Potion Making".

Apart from the slightly more difficult Divine Sword Shadowless Spell, the other minor spells are very easy to learn and master.

Siren even had Malfoy test the Long Nail Charm, and it worked wonders. Malfoy writhed on the ground clutching his foot, looking just like a fish thrown onto the shore, clearly in considerable pain.

And the book "Advanced Potion Making" and its owner, the Half-Blood Prince, became an indispensable topic in their conversations.

Of course, Hermione still didn't think this was right and refused to let them copy her homework anymore.

On Saturday night, they argued about it again, and because Ron stood firmly on Harry's side, an angry Hermione simply snatched away the homework he was peeking at.

Ron whispered something, but Harry didn't respond.

"Sirion, I think we should get going." Harry glanced at the time. "It's five minutes to eight o'clock; we'll be late for Dumbledore's."

"I'm coming right now." Xilun put away his homework.

"Good luck to you." Hermione looked up. "I'll be waiting for you to come back and hear what he taught you."

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"I hope everything goes well," Ron said.

Siren nodded and walked quickly with Harry down the empty corridor. They encountered Professor Sybil Trelawney, who was leaving get out of class.

She seemed a bit neurotic. As she passed the two of them, she was shuffling a deck of cards, muttering something that sounded completely illogical, as if she were making a prediction.

Harry was curious and wanted to hear what she had to say, but Siren walked straight past him.

There's no need. Professor Trelawney in this state can't make any real predictions, and besides, Siron just smelled a very strong sherry aroma. Judging from how unsteady she was, unable to walk in a straight line, she must have drunk quite a bit.

The two quickly walked past Professor Trelawney and arrived at the other side of the corridor, next to the gargoyle stone beast.

"Sour Pop Candy," said Xiren, who was walking at the front. The statue jumped to the other side, and the wall behind it split in two, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it.

"I always thought nobody would buy Honeydukes cockroach skewers and sour popping candy."

As Harry climbed the spiral staircase, he said, "Those things don't look like they're meant for normal wizards—you know, that candy was so sour it could burn a hole in your tongue."

Xilun couldn't help but swallow hard.

Just like Harry said, Sour Pop Candy may have sugar in its name, but it's really just pure sour, and Siron can't think of anyone who would like that.

There were also cockroach skewers. Xilun couldn't understand who would put so much effort into a single candy, making it look exactly like a real cockroach, with every detail perfectly replicated. And it was filled with peanut butter; one bite and brown syrup splattered everywhere, enough to make anyone with a low tolerance spit it out on the spot.

But these two things happen to be Dumbledore's favorite snacks.

"Maybe he wasn't a normal wizard to begin with," Siren said, knocking on the door.

"Please come in," said Dumbledore.

"Good evening, Professor (Sir)." The two said as they walked into the principal's office.

"Ah, good evening, Siren, Harry. Please have a seat," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I imagine you've had a pleasant first week of school."

"Not bad." Xilun nodded.

This year's Hogwarts professors are perfect; the Potions professor won't deduct points randomly anymore, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's lessons are full of practical, useful information.

If this continues every year, Celeste believes Hogwarts' ranking among the world's magic schools will definitely rise.

Incidentally, if ranked by students' average grades and the number of certificates, Hogwarts is not high among the eleven magic schools in the world; in fact, it could be considered one of the lowest.

But there's nothing we can do about it; Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic are just too much of a drag on my overall level.

Fortunately, neither professors nor students really care about these rankings.

While Dumbledore and Harry were talking, Siron aimlessly looked around. Nothing seemed to have changed; strange silverware spun on the tables, emitting puffs of smoke. The portraits of the old headmasters, both men and women, dozed off in their frames.

Xilun knew very well that they were just pretending to be asleep and would open their eyes immediately if anything happened.

Dumbledore was still talking to Harry, and he seemed to have revealed everything, including why Harry occasionally saw Voldemort's perspective and the prophecy from more than ten years ago.

Siren also noticed an antique-looking stone basin on the corner of the table, filled with a bright blue liquid. It seemed they were planning to use the Pensieve again.

This is not surprising; Dumbledore would definitely tell Harry everything, and the simplest way to do that would be to let Harry see his past memories.

But if that's the case, why would Dumbledore call him himself?

Did Dumbledore intend to teach him while Harry was viewing his memories?

"Sirlen, come here, what are you doing over there?" Dumbledore's voice called out, beckoning Sirlen, who was looking at Fawkes.

"For this first special coaching session, I've decided to take you all inside the Pensieve to take a look."

"Wait, am I supposed to come along too?" Xilun pointed to himself and asked.

"Why do you ask?" Dumbledore looked up. "I think I've made myself quite clear. You and Harry came together, haven't you?"

"Hmm————" Xilun didn't know what to say.

"Come on over here, I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone with Fawkes," Dumbledore said, mostly jokingly.

Since Dumbledore had said so, Celen didn't hesitate any longer and strode over to the Pensieve under Fawkes' wary gaze.

To be honest, he was also quite curious about his memories related to Voldemort. Although he knew some of them, it was completely different from experiencing them firsthand.

"Sir, is this still your memory?" Harry asked. This wasn't his first time using the Pensieve, and his previous experience had made him less nervous.

"No, we want to see Bob Ogden's memories," Dumbledore said.

Who is Bob Ogden?

"He used to work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic. We're going to a place he visited during a mission—"

Oh, here it is.

Dumbledore found what he wanted on the shelf: a crystal bottle containing a silvery-white substance.

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