Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 696 Seeking Help

Chapter 696 Seeking Help

Dumbledore's words made Harry's face turn bright red instantly.

"I, Professor, I didn't—"

Harry wanted to explain, but he stammered and couldn't get the words out. He did have that idea, but before he could say it, Dumbledore had directly rejected him.

Harry wished he could Apparate out of the headmaster's office immediately.

"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I, I'll just—"

"You've misunderstood, Professor Dumbledore." At that moment, Siron suddenly spoke up. "We're here for something else. Harry led me to something that I think is very important, and we should come and take a look at it."

"Oh, what is it?" Dumbledore shifted his gaze to Siren, and then saw him pull a dirty, tattered crown from the shapeshifting lizard skin pouch.

“This,” said Celen, “if I’m not mistaken, is the Ravenclaw tiara.”

Buzz————

Dumbledore felt as if his ears were blocked by something. He stood there, his eyes fixed on the tattered crown.

Without needing any explanation from Siron, Dumbledore knew what it was the moment he saw it.

As a somewhat accomplished alchemist, he immediately saw through the filthy exterior and realized just how much of a treasure was hidden beneath it.

Ravenclaw's tiara is one of the greatest masterpieces of alchemy in legend, second only to the Resurrection Stone, which grants immortality.

Dumbledore had considered countless possibilities, but he never imagined that he would see this thing on an ordinary morning in his office.

"You are—where did you find it—" Dumbledore asked.

Even the principals in the portraits on the wall were awake, all huddled together in the frame closest to Siron. Even the usually calmest Principal, Delis Deventer, craned her neck to try and see the legendary crown that was said to grant its wearer extraordinary wisdom.

"In the Room of Requirement, a very large room," Sirius said. "Voldemort probably thought he was safe hiding it there, but Harry accidentally found the Horcrux, and I happened to see it. You know, Professor, nobody knows Horcruxes better than me."

Dumbledore glanced at Shiron’s shoulder subconsciously. Although there was nothing there, he nodded thoughtfully. Shiron really knew a lot about Horcruxes. Not only did he know them, but he also turned one of the Horcruxes into a wand (or perhaps a spellbook).

While Dumbledore was deep in thought, Harry, who had just been mentioned, looked at them with a blank expression.

Siren just said that was some kind of Ravenclaw tiara—isn't that one of Voldemort's Horcruxes?

Did he find this?

Did he look for it?

No, I don't think so.

But upon closer inspection, it does look somewhat familiar; it seems like I've seen it somewhere before. The Room of Requirement... Could it be—no, that's not right, but Siron wasn't there at the time!

Harry's head was spinning; he had no idea what was happening.

"You just said Harry found it?" Dumbledore asked again.

"Yes, he seems to have a special connection with this crown; he found it just by flipping through the pile." Xiren pursed his lips. "I was right next to him the whole time and didn't even see where it was hidden."

"Ah, yes, you're right—in a sense, they are attracted to each other—" Dumbledore muttered to himself, saying things that were incomprehensible.

He glanced out the window, then looked at Harry.

"Harry, if it's alright, could you please have Professor Snape come to the Headmaster's office right away? I have something to discuss with him. Thank you."

"Ah, okay." Harry nodded instinctively. "But Professor, my detention."

"I'm sorry, Harry, this may have to be postponed; it's a very important matter," said Dumbledore. "How about next week?"

"No problem!" Harry shouted, as if a ray of light were shooting out of his eyes.

He stopped thinking about Horcruxes and crowns and turned to leave the principal's office.

There's still time. It's only 10 o'clock, and the competition has just begun. He still has a chance.

After Harry left, only Dumbledore, Sherren, and a group of portraits of the headmasters remained in the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore carefully took the crown from Sheryl, gently stroking it with his fingers as if trying to clean away the rust, but without success. The crown remained filthy, unchanged.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Dumbledore's eyes.

"Professor, can you fix it?" Siren asked.

"I'm sorry," Dumbledore shook his head gently, "After being turned into a Horcrux by Voldemort, the Crown took its own life."

"Take the initiative to end it?" Xilun frowned, seemingly not understanding.

"A crown that can increase the wisdom of its wearer must itself possess extraordinary wisdom," Dumbledore said softly, sighing again.

He felt he had found a priceless treasure, but the key to open it was locked inside the box, which, unfortunately, could not be destroyed.

Voldemort deserves to die!

Dumbledore closed his eyes and returned the crown to Sheron.

"You came to me wanting me to help you destroy the soul fragments inside?" he asked. "How's it going now? We can go watch the game together when Severus arrives."

"No, Professor," Siron shook his head and said, "Actually, I wanted to try making it into another wand, like the Horcrux."

"Huh?" Dumbledore was stunned, staring straight at Siron as if he were watching a Golden Snitch wielding a stick and whipping Quidditch players.

As if he hadn't noticed his expression, Xilun continued, "There's just one problem: I'm not sure what the consequences of doing this will be."

"You mean, Voldemort's soul fragments?" Dumbledore asked, regaining his senses.

"No, I'm not worried about that. If it dares to come out, the unicorn's soul can tear it to shreds," Siron said. "What I'm worried about is Voldemort himself. He knows too much dark magic, and he might be able to do something with Horcruxes."

Dumbledore nodded in realization, understanding what Siren meant.

"So you want me to protect you?"

"Is that alright?" Xilun asked.

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"Yes, but not now," Dumbledore said after a moment of silence. "If you're willing to wait a little longer—"

He raised his right hand, where a very obvious mark remained—the curse left by the Gaunt ring. One more time, and the unicorn's soul could completely remove it, but Dumbledore hesitated to do so, even asking Cyren to help him deceive Snape.

"My previous plan—" Dumbledore looked out the window, lost in thought, "perhaps, these two things can be done together."