Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 818 Guidance

Celeste transformed into a cat, nimbly weaving through the fighting crowd, and headed towards the courtyard. She didn't know why she was going to the courtyard at this time, but that didn't matter, because Felix Felicis knew.

The courtyard is on the side of the castle. Many students like to come here for a walk and chat after dinner. You also have to pass through here if you want to go to the school hospital.

Perhaps because so many students were injured during the Magical Creatures and Herbology classes, the school specially built a wooden bridge leading directly to the courtyard near the Forbidden Forest on the playground. If a student is injured during class, they can be immediately taken to the school hospital.

However, to prevent Death Eaters from entering the castle from here, Neville and Seamus had blew up the bridge not long ago, eliminating a large part of their worries.

Afterwards, all the injured were brought here. Mrs. Pomfrey from the school hospital had set up dozens of makeshift cots in the courtyard and was treating the wounds caused by the dark magic as quickly as possible.

To Celen's surprise, he actually saw Mad-Eye Moody there.

He looked completely different, his body convulsing uncontrollably. A strange, deep purple smoke was billowing from his scarred face, and even his signature demonic eye had turned from blue to deep red, as if it had been soaked in blood.

"We've run out of potent healing fluid! I need mandrake, belladonna, and fang geranium!" Madam Pomfrey shrieked, her gaze sweeping over the cots to Mr. Weasley, who was struggling to control Mad-Eye Han.

"Arthur, I hope you can find Pomona as soon as possible; these herbs can only be found in the greenhouse."

"But—Moody—I can't let go!" Mr. Weasley's face turned red; he had to use all his strength to barely control Mad-Eye.

"Then let's stun him first, with a Stunning Charm!"

"No, it's no use!" Mr. Weasley took a deep breath. "Even if he passes out, the Madness Curse will continue to control his body—and once Moody loses his own will to resist, the situation will only get worse—oh, bad!"

Mad-Eye seized on a moment of distraction while Mr. Weasley was speaking and suddenly broke free from his arm.

Mr. Weasley's heart pounded as a familiar fist grew larger and larger before his eyes. It was Mad-Eye's fist, and he was attacking him.

Mr. Weasley tried to get away, but his body was as if he were under a petrification spell, and he stood there unable to move.

Not far away, Madam Pomfrey had already raised her wand. Even faster than her magic was a translucent blue unicorn.

The unicorn suddenly appeared in the sky above the courtyard, and then pierced through Mad-Eye's body like an arrow.

In an instant, Mad-Eye stopped convulsing, the deep purple smoke on his face disappeared completely, and even his demonic eyes returned to their original color.

"What happened?" Mr. Weasley, who had narrowly escaped death, quickly regained control of Mad-Eye and asked in a low voice, "—"

—Moody's?

There was no response until a few seconds later—when the blue demonic eye finally twitched slightly.

"Thank you—" Mad-Eye regained consciousness and his throat moved.

"Thank you—Silen—" he said, his voice even hoarser than usual, sounding like two pieces of iron rubbing together.

"Who did you say?" Mr. Weasley looked up and saw Sirius put down his wand.

"It really is you, Siren! How did you see him?"

"It's not just what I saw. A unicorn that can dispel all dark magic—this is magic only Siren knows—" Moody struggled a few times and broke free from Mr. Weasley's grasp.

"You arrived just in time. If you had been any later—Arthur and I probably wouldn't have been able to continue fighting."

"That was very timely," Celen said.

Before he could say anything more, Mrs. Pomfrey walked over quickly.

"Mr. Ollivander," she stared intently at Siron as if he were some precious treasure, "Alastor just said you can dispel all dark magic, is that true?"

"It's true, but it might not be what you think—oh well, you'll see when you see it."

Siren raised his wand again and pointed it at another cot, on which lay the most seriously injured person in the area, his entire body twisted up.

As the unicorn's soul passed through his body, he instantly returned to normal, then sprang from the bed with a bang, letting out a mournful howl that could echo throughout the entire castle.

The next second, he slammed back onto the cot, his entire body quickly losing all color, looking as if he were dead.

Mrs. Pomfrey was terrified and rushed over to check on him. The good news was that he was still alive, but barely clinging to life.

"This, this is—"

"As you can see," Siren said, "the soul of a unicorn dispels dark magic instantly, but not everyone can withstand it."

"But Alastor, how come he's alright?" Madame Pomfrey glanced at Mad-Eye.

Xiren clearly saw Mad-Eye's lips twitch violently.

What do you mean he's alright? For a fleeting moment, he regretted not dying on the battlefield. Or perhaps it would have been better if Arthur had died on the battlefield, then he wouldn't have ended up here.

Normally, Moody would never have such a thought, but he really did just think that way, and very strongly at that.

No wonder it terrified Dumbledore; this magic is a hundred times more terrifying than the Crucifixion Curse.

"Not everyone has the same willpower as Professor Moody to withstand the pain of a soul being torn apart," Celen said.

"But in an emergency, we can't worry about that. A little pain is better than death, right?" Xilun said, then looked at the others on the cots.

It's worth mentioning that the Avada Kedavra curse is not something anyone can learn. It requires the simultaneous manipulation of emotions and magic, making it one of the most profound forms of dark magic. At least most Death Eaters cannot use this spell proficiently.

Therefore, their attack methods mostly consist of all sorts of bizarre and unorthodox black magic. This kind of magic cannot kill immediately, but it is much more troublesome.

Right now, the school hospital only has Mrs. Pomfrey, with at most two or three students helping out. Even if everyone had eight hands, they couldn't take care of so many injured people.

Siren raised his wand once more.

"Wait, wait a minute," Mrs. Pomfrey stopped him, stammering, "I think—maybe things haven't gotten to that point yet—"

It's like tearing your soul apart. It's hard to say whether the damage caused by this unicorn magic or the dark magic itself is greater. What if Siron makes a mistake, or someone can't withstand the pain and dies?

She felt she could try a little harder.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Pomfrey." Seemingly sensing her concerns, Siren smiled confidently and said, "I certainly won't kill them, at least not today, I promise."