Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 708 Trap

Chapter 708 Trap

When Siron and his companions returned to the common room, their conversation returned to the Voldemort attack on the Ministry of Magic.

Harry never understood what could be so important that Voldemort would do it without hesitation, even knowing that Dumbledore was also there.

But this time, Xilun didn't know how to answer, because he couldn't figure it out either.

Moreover, according to the Daily Prophet, Voldemort and Dumbledore's battle this time will take place in the main hall, not the sixth floor as before.

Of course, it's also possible that Voldemort was stopped by Dumbledore before he even got there.

There's also something that Xilun cares about.

When Rufus Scrimgeour died in battle, the Daily Prophet devoted nearly half its front page to listing his contributions as an Auror and after becoming Minister for Magic, which moved countless people.

But this time, apart from Pierce Sinkness's name appearing in the headline, there was no further mention of him in the newspaper.

Is it because he has only been in office for a short time and cannot make any contributions?

and----

Siren picked up the newspaper again and glanced at it—Minister of Magic Piers Sinkness had been struck in the back by the Killing Curse and died on the spot!

Hit in the back — this phrase is also quite interesting. If Siron remembers correctly, the Killing Curse shouldn't be able to curve.

He told Harry and the others about his discovery, and they quickly understood what he meant.

The three looked at each other, but Harry, Hermione, and even the usually carefree Ron were all unusually quiet, and none of them offered their opinions or guesses.

Fortunately, someone came over at that moment.

"Hello, Siron."

Xilun turned around and found a student standing in front of him whom he did not recognize but remembered.

It should be third grade, or maybe second grade.

"Hello," Siren said. "Did you need something from me?"

"Professor Snape wants to see you." The young wizard looked a little nervous and stammered, "Professor Snape wants you to go to the underground classroom to find him—you'd better go now."

"Snape—" Harry asked, puzzled, "What does he want with you?"

"Whatever it is, it's definitely not good," Ron said in a low voice. "Don't forget, he's a Death Eater."

"If you ask me, you'd better not go." Harry frowned. "With Headmaster Dumbledore not here, it would be troublesome if Snape forcibly took you away like Bellatrix did last time."

"Yes." Ron nodded; he thought so too.

However, Xilun wasn't worried at all.

There's no doubt that Snape wouldn't take him to Voldemort. He's probably looking for him because of Dumbledore's curse.

He had contacted him many times in the past few days, but he had always made excuses. Now that Hogwarts is about to have its holiday, he was probably getting a little anxious.

"It's alright, I'll still go," Xilun said, standing up.

"But—" Harry was still a little worried.

"Don't worry, Snape can't take me away. Don't forget this is Hogwarts. Neither Apparition, Portkey, nor FlooNet works here," Siron said.

"Oh well."

After saying goodbye to Harry, the other two, Siren left the common room and headed towards the underground classrooms. At the same time, he was thinking to himself, what excuse would he use to fool Snape this time?

Although he wanted to resolve the matter as soon as possible, he couldn't go back on his word since he had promised Dumbledore.

There were many students in the castle.

Because of the Daily Prophet's morning broadcast, no one was in the mood to play outside, so they all went back to the castle to exchange information with the others.

Xilun was quite interested at first, but after listening for a while, he found that a lot of it was ridiculously fake, so he stopped listening.

What does it mean that Voldemort and Pierce Sinkness were driven by love to hate, so that even though he knew Dumbledore was in the Ministry of Magic, he still forced his way in? The first person to say something like that was truly fearless; I, for one, am ashamed of myself.

Passing through the bustling lobby, we descended another staircase to the underground classroom.

Once we arrived here, the sounds of conversation outside seemed to vanish instantly.

Even though it was already June and the weather was getting hotter, and everyone was wearing summer school uniforms, the underground classrooms were still chilly.

Only Snape would like to live in a place like this, and even now that he is the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he still hasn't moved his office.

Siren continued forward, and the light grew dimmer and dimmer, but thankfully Snape's office was just ahead.

The door was closed, and just as Xiren was about to reach out to knock, the pocket of his robe suddenly began to shake and make a buzzing sound.

It was his wand, Silvermane.

Strange, why would Silvermane...?

Xilun's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly retreated, leaving the doorway.

At the same time, a stream of dark purple liquid sprayed out from the doorknob.

"Armor for protection!"

With a hissing sound, the liquid was blocked by something in front of Xilun, as if it had been poured onto a red-hot iron. It evaporated into a darker smoke and condensed into a purple skull in mid-air.

A few wisps of smoke landed on Xilun's clothes, instantly corroding several holes in his once-perfect robe.

It goes without saying that this thing is definitely not a joke product bought from the Weasley Studios.

A bubble enveloped Xiren's head, blocking the purple smoke, and he began to run quickly toward the foyer.

It's too narrow here, there's only one corridor. Under these circumstances, it's difficult for him to avoid the smoke formed by the black magic. He needs to go to a wider place.

At this point, Xilun realized that this was a trap set for him.

But the question is, who wants to kill him?

Snape?

Probably not. He has no reason to do that, and he wouldn't do it that way.

The staircase leading to the foyer was getting closer, but then two figures appeared, blocking the light from outside.

"They're here!"

Xilun knew that the person who tricked him into coming here would definitely keep an eye on the situation and wouldn't just watch him leave.

Without any hesitation, the [Soul Weapon Codex] flew out of his pocket, tumbling and turning in mid-air.

Less than a second later, the sound of pages turning disappeared, and at the same time, the person at the end of the stairs raised his wand just as Siron had expected.

A crimson flame, filled with an aura of destruction, ignited half of the corridor.

The other half, however, turned into an even more striking emerald green.

A cold, emotionless voice faintly drifted through the air.

"Avada!"

"boom!"

Siren thought the Killing Curse would pass through the flames and hit the perpetrator behind it, but it didn't.

These flames seemed to be a real thing, actually blocking the Killing Curse, and then being killed by the Killing Curse.

The once raging flames extinguished even faster, emitting a mournful cry before disappearing completely.

With a loud boom, a scorching heat rushed towards them, forcing Xilun to stop in place and do his best to maintain his Iron Armor Charm to withstand the impact.

Behind him, the purple skull was instantly ignited upon contact with the scorching impact, then vanished like exploding fireworks.

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