Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 695 Harry's Hope

Chapter 695 Harry's Hope

Although the House of Requirement is magical, capable of conjuring up various rooms as needed, it also has limitations; it can only conjure one room at a time.

When someone is using the Room of Requirement, the door to the room will be fixed in the hallway. At this point, even if other people wander along the hallway, no new doors will appear in the walls.

Harry wasn't sure if leaving a cat inside counted as using it, but when he got to the corridor and saw that there was nothing on the walls, he immediately became nervous.

Although Xilen said the cat had run away on its own, he didn't think so—the room before was really big and messy, like a huge maze, and even he almost got lost.

Harry found it hard to believe that a cat could find the right exit and open the door itself.

Perhaps the cat is dead—if that's the case, the door to the Room of Requirement will also disappear.

But whose cat is that? What if its owner comes looking for it? How am I supposed to explain this?

Harry grew increasingly panicked. He believed that he hadn't looked around carefully when he opened the Room of Requirement, which allowed the cat to sneak in, and he should be held responsible for it.

On the other hand, he couldn't tell the truth to other unrelated students. This dilemma left Harry in a difficult position, and he remained preoccupied for the next few hours.

"What's so strange about that?" During dinner, Siren tried again to comfort Harry.

"Most of the cats in Diagon Alley have some kind of raccoon ancestry, like my Tom and Hermione's Crookshanks, and are much smarter than ordinary cats. Opening a door is just too easy for them."

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"That's right." Hermione nodded in agreement. "When we were in third grade, Crookshanks already knew how to open doors, windows, and even take out the cat treats I bought from the cupboard and tear open the packaging with its paws and teeth."

"Maybe that's true," Harry said. He was finally less nervous, but still not completely at ease.

It wasn't until a few days later, when Harry realized that no one had come looking for him and no one had posted any missing cat notices in the castle, that he fully believed Siron's words.

It seems that the cat really did leave the Room of Requirement on its own — it's incredible, are pets these days all so smart?

Harry's good mood didn't last long. Just as he finally relaxed, the final Quidditch match quietly began.

That morning, Harry not only had to endure the ridicule of the Slytherin students, but also the anger of the Gryffindor students, because their captain had caused trouble and was banned from the final game of the season.

No matter what Harry said, he still showed obvious disappointment as he watched Ginny and Ron head to the Quidditch pitch.

"Sirlen—" he asked in a very low voice, "If I drink all of the Felix Felicis right now, is it possible for Snape to lift this confinement?"

"Felix Felicis isn't a cure-all, Harry," Cyren said. "Snape's determined to make you miss the game, and he'll find some other excuse even if he doesn't put you in confinement."

"However—" Xiren paused for a moment before continuing, "if you really want to compete, there are ways."

Harry watched as his classmates, wearing rose ribbons and hats, waving flags and scarves, left the castle and squeezed into the sunlight outside.

He didn't react immediately after hearing Xilun's words, and it wasn't until a few seconds later that he realized what they meant.

"Can you let me participate in the competition?" Harry asked eagerly, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"You can give it a try," Xiren said. "Come with me. It might be too late to start, but if you're lucky, you should still have a chance to play before the end of the game."

"No problem, where are we going?"

"The Headmaster's Office," Sirren said. "If anyone can get Snape to rescind this punishment, it's only Dumbledore."

Harry was a little nervous.

He knew, of course, that Dumbledore could do that. There was a precedent; on the first day he went to the headmaster's office to teach, he was also punished by Snape and put in solitary confinement, but Dumbledore helped him postpone it until the following week.

This time, he doesn't need to postpone it for a week; one day is enough. As long as he can participate in this final match, he's willing to accept double the punishment afterward.

How could Sirius possibly convince Dumbledore?

Although he hates to say it, Harry has to admit that he almost killed Malfoy—if Snape hadn't arrived in time and used the Counterspell of Vanish to heal the wounds, Malfoy might have been dead.

Nearly killing his classmate would be a serious violation of school rules for any professor, and even Sirius Black repeatedly expressed in his letters how fortunate he was that the school did not expel him directly.

As for being confined and unable to participate in the final Quidditch match, no one mentioned it, seemingly believing that this was the best possible outcome and a special favor from Dumbledore.

Lost in these thoughts, the two arrived at the principal's office on the eighth floor.

Harry suddenly felt a pang of regret. What if Dumbledore saw him and thought the previous punishment was too lenient, and wanted to expel him directly?

At least for now, he can still stay at Hogwarts.

"Silon————"

"Thump!" The sound of the stone beast standing up interrupted his words, and Xilun immediately stepped onto the spiral staircase behind the wall.

With no other option, Harry hesitated for a moment before reluctantly following along.

In fact, Siren had noticed Harry's constantly changing expression and guessed what he was thinking, but he didn't say anything.

Just kidding. Even if Harry really killed Malfoy with his Shadowstep, he wouldn't be expelled.

However, the eight-eyed giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest are probably in a bit of trouble, since they broke into the castle and killed a student.

After reaching the top of the spiral staircase, Xiren knocked on the oak door.

Dumbledore's voice soon came from inside.

"Please come in."

When Sherren opened the door, Dumbledore was standing by the window.

"You've arrived just in time. I was just about to watch the game," Dumbledore said with a smile. "It's the last game of the season, it would be a shame to miss it."

"Oh, Harry—" Just then, he seemed to have just noticed that there was someone following behind Siron.

Dumbledore glanced at the time; there were only three minutes left until ten o'clock.

"If I remember correctly, you should be in solitary confinement with Professor Snape by now," Dumbledore said softly. "If you've come seeking help, then I'm sorry, Harry, even I would find it difficult to change your mind this time."