Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 819 The Destroyed Wooden House

A strange scene unfolded in the courtyard outside the school hospital: the wounded, who had been afflicted by dark magic and tortured to the point of near death, suddenly let out sharp screams one after another before fainting.

Apart from Mad-Eye Moody, no one else could remain sane after being subjected to the unicorn's purifying power.

Mrs. Pomfrey was terrified and screamed as she ran to check on them.

The good news was that all the unconscious wounded were still alive. Mrs. Pomfrey breathed a long sigh of relief, and some color returned to her face.

Although their breaths were extremely weak, at least they weren't dead, which was the best outcome.

Meanwhile, Mad-Eye, having recovered, did not choose to rest any longer, nor did he exchange a few pleasantries with Sirendor. Instead, as soon as he regained consciousness, he staggered to his feet and, together with Arthur, rushed back to the battlefield in the castle.

"I hope you can stay here," Mrs. Pomfrey said, looking at Siron with eager eyes.

What's the scariest thing about fighting Death Eaters?

If this were a Hogwarts final exam question, most students would probably answer the Killing Curse.

But that's not the case.

While a killing curse that can take a life in an instant is certainly terrifying, such spells are extremely difficult to cast, and very few wizards can master them.

They had no control over the terrain, let alone the freedom to use it at will on the chaotic battlefield.

What's truly terrifying about the Death Eaters is their bizarre and varied dark magic, which they themselves have researched.

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For example, Snape's Shadows spell is a relatively legitimate form of dark magic. In addition, there are spells that make teeth grow infinitely larger, or spells that make hair grow backwards into the body.

These dark magic spells may sound ridiculous, but once they land on you, the pain is so intense that even the most seasoned fighters will instantly lose their ability to resist. Moreover, if you can't find a corresponding counter-spell quickly enough, your life will be in danger.

Before Siren arrived, three wizards had already died from these dark magic spells, so Lady Pomfrey desperately wanted Siren to stay.

And this is indeed a good choice. Staying here to treat the wounded not only minimizes the danger, but also makes them heroes worthy of being recorded in the history of magic after the war because of their outstanding contributions.

Under the influence of Felix Felicis, these images appeared clearly before Siron's eyes, like a hymn written in a book.

As long as he does as instructed, it will definitely come true.

"Please forgive me, Mrs. Pomfrey," Siren gently shook her head, "I have other matters to attend to and I'm afraid I cannot stay here indefinitely."

Mrs. Pomfrey was somewhat disappointed.

Given her usual personality, she would definitely have tried to persuade Xilun to stay no matter what, but she didn't do so today.

Seemingly realizing that Sirren had already made a decision, after hesitating for a moment, Lady Pomfrey simply sighed and did not continue to persuade her.

"When are you leaving?" she asked.

"Now," Siron said, "I want to go and see the Forbidden Forest."

"No!" Lady Pomfrey stopped Siron almost without hesitation. "Most of the Death Eaters are outside right now. Leaving the castle at this time is tantamount to suicide, not to mention going to the Forbidden Forest—"

Before Mrs. Pomfrey could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a scream.

"Help, Mrs. Pomfrey, his leg is broken!"

Charlie stumbled into the courtyard, carrying Percy on his back.

One of his legs was broken, and Charlie was holding it in his hand; blood was flowing uncontrollably. His glasses were nowhere to be seen, and his arms hung limply at his sides.

For a moment, Siron was also startled by Percy's miserable appearance, but he soon realized that the silver mane in his pocket did not react much.

This means that Percy's injuries were not caused by dark magic.

There's nothing to worry about then. Without the interference of dark magic, Madam Pomfrey can reattach his severed leg in seconds.

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To be precise, it took three seconds, and it also reconnected his broken nose.

But just as Madam Pomfrey capped the bottle of White Dessert Essence and was about to turn around to say something, she discovered that Siron had already left.

Siron knew, of course, how dangerous it was to leave the castle at this time, but it didn't matter; Felix Felicis knew how to get through the chaotic battlefield.

Professor Sprout, along with Professor Flitwick and many Aurors, had just moved a batch of herbs from the greenhouse. They had almost completely cleared out the nearby Death Eaters, and Siron easily crossed half the field following the direction they had come from.

Not far ahead was the Beating Willow, and a dozen or so Death Eaters lay sprawled around this volatile plant.

Further ahead, a Death Eater spotted the lone Siron, but before he could do anything, he was suddenly grabbed by a large, thick hand and thrown into the air like a ball being flung away, before slamming down several meters away.

"Pah! You cowards, scum, vermin!"

Hagrid didn't even glance at the Death Eater he had thrown out, nor did he notice Siron beside the greenhouse. He waved his wand and turned to find a new target.

The Death Eaters around them ran away incredibly fast when they saw this; although they were dark wizards, they weren't completely out of their minds.

Even Mad-Eye could hold their own against this opponent due to their numerical advantage, but this half-giant was truly something else.

Row.

Not only does he possess physical strength comparable to a giant, but his Ironclad Curse also emanates like it's free. If you can't stop him or break through his defenses, what are you doing but running away? Are you just waiting to be a walking ball?

"Stop! Coward! Wimp—" Hagrid immediately gave chase.

Now there was no one around, and a strangely empty gap had appeared in the surrounding area.

Without even taking out his wand, Siron walked straight across half the arena to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

To be honest, Xilun didn't really know why he came here, but he just wanted to. When he was at the school hospital, this thought was stronger than any other.

But apart from the relatively small number of Death Eaters, there doesn't seem to be anything special about this place.

Siron looked around, unsure whether it was the effect of the Felix Felicis or the fact that the outermost perimeter of Hogwarts had little strategic value, as there wasn't a single Death Eater nearby.

Not far away was Hagrid's cabin, where Professor McGonagall had imprisoned several Slytherin students who supported Voldemort before the war. Partly to prevent them from causing trouble, and partly to save their lives.

After all, once they appear on the battlefield, they can only be enemies, and no one will show mercy, including the professor.

But now, looking at it, the door to the wooden house had been smashed open, there were several holes in the walls, and the furniture inside had been...

It was blown to pieces, and all the Slytherin students who had been locked inside were gone.

As for who rescued them, Siron didn't know. As classmates, he only hoped these people wouldn't turn around and join the Death Eaters in attacking Hogwarts.

They'd better not be like that.