Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 551 Learning Apparition

Chapter 551 Learning Apparition

For the next hour, Harry spent nearly an hour telling them how Snape had taken revenge.

Moreover, it was clear that this experience left him with a terrible memory; Harry didn't even want to do his homework anymore and stuffed the textbooks he had just taken out of his bag back in.

"I'm really not in the mood for this today, I'll do it tomorrow."

"You'd better write it down in your homework planner so you don't forget," Hermione advised.

Harry nodded, took out the Christmas present Hermione had given him a few days earlier from his backpack, and carefully opened it.

"Don't talk about the future, you second-rate piece of trash!" the Japanese man shouted.

It seems that this thing, like Wizard's Chess, is one of those little gadgets with a wizarding feel, and the way they talk about it isn't very polite either.

Siren wasn't initially that nervous, but after Harry's repeated reminders, she started to feel a little uneasy.

They waited until 9 p.m. the next day, when Siron left the common room with Harry and the others watching him go, and went to the entrance to the underground classroom on the left side of the hall.

His private tutoring session started much later than Harry's the day before. By then, the castle was almost deserted, except for the library.

The underground classroom was as dimly lit as ever. Siren walked to Snape's office, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door before entering.

This was a dimly lit room, just like the corridor outside. Hundreds of glass bottles were placed on the shelves, with sticky plant and animal specimens floating in colorful solutions.

Snape was already waiting, hiding behind the table as if he were one with the dim surroundings.

Just as Xilun was about to enter, his icy voice came from the shadows.

"Don't close the door, Ollivander. This isn't a good place to learn Apparition."

Xilun did as instructed, bracing himself against the doorframe with one hand.

By the dim light of the candles in the hallway outside, Sirius saw Snape take a small bottle, about the size of a thumb, from a drawer in the table.

He put the bottle in his pocket.

"Olivander, I think you know why you're here, don't you?"

"Learn Apparition," Siron said.

"Very good." Snape nodded. "Then you must know how dangerous this spell is, right?"

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at Siron with a sinister gaze.

"I don't mind reminding you again, if you make a mistake in the steps, a part of your body could be several feet away—it could be your hand, your head, your heart. Are you sure you want to continue learning?"

"Yes, Professor," Siron said.

"Very well, in that case, come with me."

Siren followed Snape and left the underground classroom.

The two arrived at the entrance of the Great Hall, and Snape waved his wand, causing the doors to open automatically.

Snape went in first, and Siren quickly followed.

All the candles in the Great Hall were lit, and Snape waved his wand again, moving four long tables to the wall and stacking them up, instantly making the Great Hall much more spacious.

"Olivendell," Snape's voice was smooth, with a familiar sneer, "First, I must tell you that Hogwarts prohibits Apparition. Only during sixth-year students' classes is a portion of the restriction lifted for a short period."

"It just so happens that the sixth-grade students had their Apparition class here this afternoon, and the principal extended the usage rights until midnight tonight. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I can only learn Apparition here today; I can't practice it privately at other times," Siron said.

Do you know why?

"So that my classmates won't find my head lying in the hallway or classroom one day."

Snape raised an eyebrow.

"Ah, it seems Gryffindor isn't just full of arrogant fools," Snape said sarcastically.

He seemed to suddenly realize something, his tone paused, the sarcasm from just a moment ago vanished without a trace, and his face darkened again.

Siren guessed that it was probably related to the "counterattack" that Harry had mentioned yesterday, but on the surface he still pretended to know nothing.

"Professor," he asked, "can I learn Apparition alongside sixth-grade students later?"

"In fact, that's what I suggested to the headmaster as well," Snape said coldly. "But no, underage wizards are forbidden from learning Apparition, and Dumbledore doesn't want too many people to know your secret."

"But if you're ready to go to Azkaban, I can help you too."

"Then that won't be necessary," Xilun said.

He almost forgot that his relationship with the Ministry of Magic was not what it used to be, and even some minor rules that were not so important could be magnified infinitely.

"That's a real shame—" Snape glanced at Cyren. "Whether you still have questions or not, shut up now. In the limited time you have left, you need to focus all your attention and carefully observe my movements."

He took out his wand, made a mark on the ground a short distance away, and then swung it forcefully.

"Apparition".

A sound like a whip cracking through the air echoed in the auditorium.

Snape disappeared, only to reappear a second later at the spot he had marked.

"Did you see it clearly?" he asked.

"I see it clearly." Xilun nodded.

"Did you learn it?"

"----No."

"Tsk—" Snape pursed his lips in disgust, as if it were something shameful that Sirius hadn't been able to learn Apparition after watching it once.

Xiren twitched his lips, pretending he hadn't seen anything—if he could learn it after watching it once, would he need to come here specifically to learn it? During the Christmas holidays, the Order of the Phoenix had Apparated at least eighty, if not a hundred, times at the Burrow's door. Couldn't he just pull up a stool and sit down to watch?

Snape sighed in disappointment.

"Goal, determination, composure," he said. "Almost every wizard hears these when they learn Apparition, but what I'm telling you is that what you need is not these—absolute control over your own magic, an extremely clear vision of your destination, and the will to crush all distractions."

"What should I do?" Siren asked.

"Practice," Snape said. "If I were you, I would be taking out my wand by now."

"But we've only just begun," Siren asked. "Don't we need to do some preparation to get used to it? Like overcoming dizziness, for example. I remember reading in the book that you feel very dizzy the first time you learn this spell."

"I'm very busy, Mr. Ollivander, and I'm afraid I don't have much time to spend with you slowly practicing a spell," Snape said, a cold, almost gleeful smile playing on his lips.

"But don't worry, I have a better way."

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