Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 563 Pensieve

Chapter 563 Pensieve

Dumbledore found it hard to believe that Sirius could use Voldemort's soul fragments to create wand cores.

But on second thought, it seems there's no problem.

In pursuit of power, Voldemort underwent countless dangerous dark magic modifications to his body after graduating.

Tom Riddle, who was still studying at Hogwarts, was not actually like this now. He was handsome, academically excellent, and well-liked by other students and professors.

This is very similar to Cedric now, but he is even more popular than Cedric and can almost be called one of the most perfect male student council presidents in Hogwarts history.

But this very person, under the corrupting influence of dark magic, gradually transformed into the terrifying figure he is today.

With his pale skin, perpetually scarlet eyes, and upright nostrils, he looked like a snake with a human face from afar. There was no trace of the Tom Riddle he once was; he didn't even look like a human anymore. The name "Snake-faced, Human-bodied, Red-eyed Beast" suited him quite well.

Examples of creatures transformed into magical beings by dark magic are not uncommon. The most famous example is the werewolf, as well as vampires, five-legged monsters, and the like, all of which are related to dark magic.

If Voldemort were to appear in Newt Scamander's Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them someday, Dumbledore wouldn't be surprised at all.

Fantastic Beasts and Wand Cores—thinking about it this way, things suddenly make a lot of sense.

Dumbledore didn't dwell on the matter any further. His main purpose in coming to see Sirius was to confirm the Horcruxes.

Dumbledore was aware of the flying diary. He had seen similar scenes in Sirius's memories during the hearing when he used the Pensieve to help Sirius reconstruct the truth of what happened fourteen years ago.

At that time, Sirius transformed into a cat and, with the help of a flying book, easily defeated Sirius.

But at the time, he never imagined that the ordinary diary would actually be the first Horcrux Voldemort created.

It wasn't until yesterday, after Snape told him that Voldemort was furious and that Lucius Malfoy had been severely punished, that he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

So tonight, he volunteered to replace Snape in tutoring Siron on Apparition and asked the questions he wanted to know.

As for how Siren did it and what methods he used, Dumbledore was equally curious, but he refrained from asking too many questions.

Everyone has secrets they don't want others to know, and he was no exception. After ruling out some of the more frightening speculations, Dumbledore took the initiative to end the topic.

"When it comes to Apparition, I don't think there's anything better than experiencing it firsthand." He waved his hand, and the surrounding tables and chairs immediately moved aside, creating a large enough open space.

Siren hadn't expected Dumbledore to actually stop asking, but that was a good thing, so he went along with him and said, "But Professor, I've apparated many times, but when I Apparate, this experience is of no use at all."

"I'm not referring to that kind of firsthand experience," Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Come with me."

He turned and walked towards the front of the auditorium.

Xilun quickly followed.

The two arrived at the front, and Xiren then noticed a rough stone basin on the table where the professors were eating.

The stone basin was shallow, as if one could touch the bottom with their hand. A circle of intricate runes was carved around the rim of the basin, shimmering under the candlelight.

"This is----"

"The Pensieve," Dumbledore said. "Sometimes I feel like my head is crammed with too many thoughts and memories, so I pour them into the Pensieve and look at them again when I have time. You know, sometimes it's easier to see details that are overlooked when you're on the outside looking at them."

"But now, it has another use." Dumbledore took out a bottle about the size of a thumb, opened it, and poured a wisp of silvery-white substance into the Pensieve.

Then Dumbledore held the Pensieve in his hands and turned it like a sand tray until the silvery substance was completely absorbed into it.

Xilun saw a series of young and unfamiliar faces reflected inside. He didn't recognize any of them, but the long table behind them and the rain-soaked ceiling felt strangely familiar.

Looking up in Xilun, the weather was pretty good today; there was no snow or wind, and the moon was faintly visible through the thick clouds.

"Is this the Great Hall at Hogwarts?"

"Why don't you go and see for yourself?" Dumbledore said with a smile. "It's simple, you just have to stick your head in."

Siren took a deep breath and, as Dumbledore had instructed, put his head into the Pensieve as much as possible.

His nose touched the silver substance, and in an instant, the entire auditorium suddenly turned around. Xilun felt his body being sucked into a vortex, and he fell headfirst into the basin.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself still standing in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, but outside it had turned from night to day, and warm sunlight streamed in through the windows, as if even the seasons had changed.

Furthermore, Dumbledore, who had just been standing next to him, had transformed into a group of young wizards he had never seen before. These people huddled together, seemingly unaware that a stranger had just fallen from the ceiling into their midst.

This is—Dumbledore's memory?

Xilun quickly grasped the situation and immediately looked around curiously.

This was the first time he had used the Pensieve to enter someone else's memories. He reached out, wanting to touch the table, but his fingers passed right through the surface.

"Oh!" Xiren exclaimed, but no one else around him reacted, as if he didn't exist at all.

But Siren could hear them talking.

"Eric, I've told you so many times, it's all about determination! Why do you always hesitate at crucial moments?!"

A somewhat exasperated voice came from the crowd, catching Xilun's attention.

Curious, he walked over and found a middle-aged wizard scolding a tall, thin boy.

"This is your seventh time splitting into multiple parts. If there's a next time, I expect you'll have to pay for the White Dried Tomato Essence!"

The tall boy stood there awkwardly, his face flushed.

"Professor, could you demonstrate it again?" he pleaded, almost begging. "Just once."

"This isn't a problem with the demonstration, Eric; it's that you lack confidence in yourself." The man addressed as the professor frowned.

"Professor, I'd like to demonstrate it for you." At this moment, Xiren suddenly raised his hand uncontrollably and said confidently, "I've already learned it."

Moreover, this time, everyone else heard what he said.

"Alright, if you'd like," the professor nodded. "Come on, Albus, come to the middle."