Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 66 The Unicorn's Revenge

What's going on?

Xilun stood there, completely bewildered, not quite understanding what was going on.

Dumbledore wasn't using the Elder Wand, and strictly speaking, it couldn't even be considered a normal wand.

"Mr. Ollivander, what's wrong?"

Dumbledore's voice brought Shiren back to his senses.

"Excuse me..." Sirius said, glancing at Dumbledore again before finally asking, "Professor, your wand..."

"Ah, I knew you'd figure it out," Dumbledore said without turning his head. "Yes, it's broken. It almost broke in two during a battle."

Dumbledore walked through the flames, and just as Siron was about to follow as before, the flames that had been separated closed up again.

"It seems my magic has become a bit rusty. I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander. Could you please wait here for a moment?"

After saying that, Dumbledore pushed open the door behind the flames.

Xilun twitched the corner of his mouth...

If you don't want him to see the final scene, just say so. Don't pretend you're unfamiliar with magic and try to fool him like a fairy.

So what if he's Voldemort? Who cares? He insisted on coming along this time just to see if he could fulfill the boast he made before.

It's about what I told the unicorn before, to find an opportunity for it to take revenge itself.

He originally wanted Harry to take his place, but it was all ruined by the sudden outburst of Fluffy.

Now Dumbledore isn't even giving them a chance to watch.

"There's nothing I can do, I've done my best." Xilun said softly to the silver mane in his hand, "Why don't you wait a little longer, there will be other opportunities later."

Since Silvermane didn't react, Xilun took it as agreement.

However, although he was kept outside, when Dumbledore opened the door, Sirius still managed to catch a glimpse of what was inside.

Harry seemed to be unconscious, but he was still tightly gripping Quirrell's arm...

It might be Quirrell, because Siron simply couldn't reconcile the unknown creature with two faces, one arm, and half a body that looked like stone with that cowardly Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Quirrell roared, his face contorted as if he were experiencing some unspeakable pain.

The next second, his entire body rapidly dried up and faded, disintegrating like sand under the scorching sun, turning into ashes.

Then the door was completely closed, and not a sound could be heard.

Siren wandered around the cramped space aimlessly, then picked up a small bottle from the ground and shook it.

This should contain a magic potion that can penetrate black flames.

Siren shook it...tsk, Harry really drank it all up, so it's impossible for him to sneak in now.

Suddenly finding himself with nothing to do, Siren walked to the long table and looked at the five bottles of potions on it.

There were originally seven bottles, but Harry drank the potion that allowed him to pass through the black flames, and Hermione took the potion that allowed him to pass through the purple flames and return the way he came, so only five bottles were left.

Based on the empty spaces, Xilun reconstructed the locations of the two potion bottles that had been taken, and using the clues nearby, he quickly deduced what was in each bottle.

The second bottle from the left and the second bottle from the right are nettle wine, cheap stuff, just ignore them.

Pack up the remaining poison and take it with you.

Since we're already here, we can't just leave empty-handed. After all, it's Snape's poison; we never know when we might need it.

The only question is whether there is really poison in here. Snape and Dumbledore are in cahoots, and he must have known that Harry would come here.

What if Harry's deduction is wrong and he drinks the wrong potion...?

If it were just a matter of deducting points from Harry's grades or putting him in solitary confinement, Snape would certainly have done it without hesitation, but he would never have killed Harry.

Perhaps all five bottles are nettle wine, but three of them have been made to look like poison.

Of course, even so, Siron still took the potion. After all, these were Snape's creations, and they looked like poison. Even if he sold them in Knockturn Alley, they would be worth a lot of money.

Just as Siron was forcefully stuffing the bottles into his robe pocket, his wand began to tremble violently again, and a chilling aura swept over him.

Xilun suddenly looked up, and without warning, a rift was torn open in the black flames, followed by a cloud of shadowy mist that rushed out rapidly.

Even more bizarrely, there was a terrifying face in the middle of the fog, cursing Dumbledore and Harry Potter as it flew.

Upon seeing that face, the wand trembled even more violently.

Xilun knew very well that it was the unicorn urging him on.

Alright, there was no other way before, but now that there's another chance, he won't go back on his word.

"But whether it works or not depends on you!"

In a flash, he raised his wand and aimed it at the oncoming cloud of smoke.

"Silver Mane Starfall!"

Before Xilun could even finish chanting the incantation, a blue light shone from the tip of the staff, and a unicorn made of smoke leaped into the air, its long horn gleaming coldly, and slammed its head into the black mist with all its might.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Xiren then realized that Voldemort in his ghostly state could also make such a sound. He was even more surprised that the unicorn's soul could actually cause substantial damage to Voldemort in this state.

Voldemort's screams are the best proof.

"Who are you!"

As if filled with endless resentment, Voldemort roared as he looked at Siron.

Siren's response was simple: she turned her head away so he couldn't see her face.

No way, that's Voldemort. He'd have to be crazy to actively attract aggro.

Although this method may not necessarily work, what if Dumbledore is nearby? Voldemort probably wouldn't dare to linger.

Moreover, given Voldemort's arrogant and conceited nature, he probably hadn't even noticed him, this nobody.

As Siren had expected, although Voldemort wished he could cast twenty Killing Curses on Siren, he dared not stop or waste time checking Siren's appearance.

Aside from Dumbledore's threat, the unicorn showed no sign of backing down, turning around and charging at him again.

Under this double threat, Voldemort could do nothing and dared not do anything, so he could only rush further outside without looking back.

The unicorn chased for a while longer, but Voldemort ran even faster this time, disappearing into thin air almost in the blink of an eye. Without a target, the unicorn had no choice but to return.

Xilun noticed that something seemed to be hanging on its horn, gray like a dark cloud, with a familiar chill.

Ok?

Before he could even take a closer look, Dumbledore came running out and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Siren was alright.

"Professor..." Siren spoke up, "Just now, some kind of thing ran out."

"Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Ollivander. The most important thing is that you're alright," Dumbledore said. "Could you get Mr. Potter to the school hospital? I'm afraid I need to deal with some more urgent matters first."