Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 810 Dumbledore's Hint

After a brief silence in the principal's office, the whispers of the principals resumed immediately.

“We understand your concerns. But Minerva, you should know that we only serve the headmaster,” Sirius’s great-grandfather, Phineas Black, said slowly.

"Of course I know, Principal Phineas Black. You don't need to remind me," Professor McGonagall said coldly, showing no respect for the principal.

On her way here, she encountered Horace Slughorn, who was rushing over in his pajamas, and learned from him that none of the Slytherin students were willing to stay and help.

In this situation, it was really difficult for her to maintain respect for this standard Slytherin headmaster.

Phineas sensed it too, but before he could voice his opinion, he was interrupted by an even louder voice.

“Severus Snape was a Death Eater, and I support Minerva’s assessment,” Delis de Winter stepped into the nearest frame. “And I believe she is qualified to exercise the headmaster’s authority in this time of crisis.”

"I agree."

"I agree."

"I object—uh-uh-uh-uh—"

"Very good, no one objects."

The principals tacitly ignored Phineas, who was being dragged away by Dipett, and went into the topmost picture frame.

That was the smallest painting in the entire headmaster's office, about the size of a book, and it seemed to depict a corridor in Hogwarts.

The reason for the uncertainty is that Xilun has never seen a corridor with so many doors, and it is so continuous that it is impossible to count how many there are.

After the six principals entered the painting, they each went through a door.

A few minutes later, they came out, and Professor McGonagall immediately looked over.

"No problem, Minerva." After a brief discussion, Delis de Winter said, "All the protective magic is intact, and we found no signs of modification."

Professor McGonagall was somewhat surprised to hear this result.

She always thought that Voldemort made Snape the headmaster in order to destroy the school's protective magic, but Snape did not do that.

Professor McGonagall couldn't understand it, but the headmasters certainly wouldn't lie to her. Besides, it was a good thing that the protective magic hadn't been destroyed, so she stopped thinking about it.

"Well, now for something else." Professor McGonagall turned to Hillon and Harry and said, "I bet you're wondering why I brought you here."

They both nodded at the same time.

"To be honest, I don't know either," Professor McGonagall said. "Dumbledore told me to do it."

"Headmaster Dumbledore—" Harry's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Is he still alive?!"

Professor McGonagall's eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, she gently shook her head.

"I wish that were true, Harry, but unfortunately, he told me this six months ago."

"He said that when I have to come to the principal's office one day, I must bring you and Siron with me. I don't know why, and he didn't tell me."

"But I think he probably wants to offer you some help." Professor McGonagall looked around, her gaze lingering briefly on the table and bookshelves.

"Dumbledore never liked to give the answer directly. Perhaps you can look here and find the clues he left behind."

"Hurry up and good luck."

Professor McGonagall left after she finished speaking; she had many things to do and couldn't stay there for too long.

In the headmaster's office, Harry and Siron searched aimlessly for a while. They thought it would be troublesome, but to their surprise, they quickly found their first clue.

Harry opened a cabinet and found the Pensieve inside, as well as a bottle containing memories placed next to it.

More importantly, the bottle also had a few small words written on it in blue ink: "To Harry's Last Lesson."

Last year at the school, Dumbledore gave them a few extra lessons, all of which involved viewing past memories through the Pensieve.

This can already be considered an explicit statement.

"Thank goodness Snape didn't find it," Harry said, as he poured the memories into the Pensieve.

Xilun shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his words.

Because the bottle only had Harry's name written on it, it was clearly a clue meant only for him. Therefore, Siren didn't go with him to view that memory.

But what are my own hints?

boom!

Just then, a dazzling red light flashed in the principal's office, like a flame that ignited and then quickly went out.

It's very familiar; Xilun has seen this scene before.

So when the firelight disappeared, the first thing he looked at was the golden perch behind the door.

Sure enough, a large, golden-red bird had appeared on the previously empty perch.

It is Dumbledore's phoenix, Fox.

When Celen looked at Fox, Fox was also looking at him, his black, gem-like eyes sparkling brightly.

Since Dumbledore's death, Fawkes has disappeared and no one has seen it since.

But now, a phoenix has appeared out of nowhere in the headmaster's office. Needless to say, this must be a hint from Dumbledore.

Xiren scratched his head, somewhat puzzled. Could it be some kind of help for the upcoming war?

Unlike the others, he did not believe that Dumbledore had actually been killed.

But now Voldemort is already on his way to Hogwarts, and war is about to break out. Why can't he just show himself and give Voldemort a surprise?

Just as Xilun was wondering, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook, and several silver items on the nearby table were shaken and knocked over.

Even Fox, who had just arrived, was startled and flapped his wings a few times on the perch.

"What happened!" came Harry's panicked voice from behind.

"I don't know either." Xilun turned around. "You've seen all the memories so quickly?"

"Ah, yes." Harry's expression changed, as if there was something terrible in the memory he had just seen.

Siron noticed his unusual behavior, but since Harry didn't want to talk about it, he didn't ask any further and just quickly walked towards the door.

Harry, regaining his senses, quickly followed.

"That tremor just now—was it Voldemort coming?"

"I don't know either, but it probably won't be that soon," Celen said. "Does your scar still hurt?"

"It still hurts." Harry touched his forehead. "It's about the same as before, nothing particularly different."

The two ran down the spiral staircase and onto the outer corridor.

Then, Xilun witnessed an incredibly shocking scene.

The stone statues that were originally used as castle decorations have all come to life and are jumping down from their bases.

The tremor just now was caused by these stone statues, each over two meters tall and holding various weapons, jumping off the wall and onto the ground simultaneously.