Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 552 Snape's Ideas

Chapter 552 Snape's Ideas

"Apparition!"

In the middle of the Great Hall, Siron waved his wand as Snape had instructed, but nothing happened except for a slight dizziness and nausea.

"Again," Snape said calmly. "Imagine your destination, not by reciting a name in your head. You must clearly see everything there, let magic touch it, and then pull you there."

"continue!"

"Don't just stand there daydreaming, it makes you look stupid!"

Siren never expected that Snape's method would be to learn by brute force.

There were no special techniques or practice involved; it was simply a matter of teaching Siron the incantation and gestures, and then having him practice them over and over again.

It's okay to fail; just learn from the experience and try again.

Even if he splits into two, it doesn't matter. As the Potions professor at Hogwarts, Snape has plenty of potions.

Generally, when wizards practice Apparition, they prepare a bottle of Dictamnus Essence in advance. As long as they reconnect their bodies in time when they separate, and apply Dictamnus Essence, they can heal in a few minutes.

Snape certainly didn't lack White Essence. In fact, before Siron arrived, he spent an afternoon improving the potion, making it even more effective than before.

In this way, Siron could even save time to rest. After Snape reattached the body and applied a special healing potion, it would be fully restored in a few seconds.

But this is not good news for Siron. Although the split body caused by Apparition does not cause pain, it is not easy to accept to see one's arms and toes appear in other places.

Not to mention, there were a few times when he actually separated his head off, but his body remained in the same place. In that instant, Xiren felt like he had two different perspectives at the same time.

He could see his own body and clearly feel that he was still in the same place, but he couldn't control moving even a finger. That severing, chilling sensation was far more torturous than the pain that occurred directly to his body.

"What are you still standing there for? Waiting to eat breakfast tomorrow?"

Snape started urging him on again, and Cyrus could only muster his strength and raise his wand once more.

"Apparition!"

boom!

With a loud bang, Siron stumbled and looked up to see Snape standing in the spot where he had been standing, his back to him. Snape was now standing in the middle of the Great Hall, about two feet from the mark on the ground.

It was a success. Although the distance was pitifully short and the stomach felt like it was all crammed together, it was a successful apparition. And more importantly, this time there was no splitting.

His arms, toes, and neck were all in their original positions.

Snape slowly turned around, his face revealing neither joy nor anger. After a moment, he spoke, his tone unusually calm, devoid of sarcasm or harshness.

"Remember that feeling you just experienced. It wasn't a spell or a technique, but that intense impulse—you didn't want to split, so you succeeded."

By the time Siron came to his senses, Snape was no longer in the Great Hall.

The table that had been moved was returned to its original position, and apart from the hundreds of burning candles overhead, everything seemed unchanged.

I glanced at the time again; it was already 11:30.

Xilun rubbed his eyes; he had always thought he had only practiced for an hour at most.

Snape's voice seemed to echo in my ears again—because I didn't want to split into two, I succeeded.

It sounds simple, but is it really?

Xiren glanced at his wand, hesitating whether to try again.

Snape said the Great Hall restrictions would remain in place until the end of the day, half an hour from now.

But the idea only lingered in Xilun's mind before being thrown out.

Previously, he had been constantly urged by Snape and had to Apparate repeatedly. Now that he had suddenly relaxed, Siron felt his stomach churning and his head spinning. He could barely stand.

In this situation, he finds it difficult to concentrate on thinking about something.

Snape restored everything to its original state before leaving, probably to remind Siren that today's practice was over.

With so many tables and chairs here, the difficulty of using Apparition has increased several times over.

Ten minutes later, Xiren also staggered out of the auditorium.

On his way back to the common room, he also encountered Filch, who was inspecting the castle.

"Staying up all night instead of sleeping!" Filch was overjoyed and immediately grabbed Siron to take him to the professor for his punishment.

"Let him go, Filch," a portrait said. "He was just locked up in the Great Hall; it doesn't count as a night stroll."

Confinement?

Xilun paused for a moment, but didn't say anything.

Perhaps because he couldn't personally punish Siron, Filch seemed unhappy and reluctantly went to another floor.

After that, there were no further obstacles, and Xilun returned smoothly to the eighth floor, in front of the portrait of the fat lady.

"Go forward bravely."

Xilun read out the command.

The plump lady was awakened by the noise and mumbled as she opened the door, revealing a passageway leading to the same common lounge.

Xiren didn't quite understand why the fat lady's portrait would be depicted as sleeping, but now was clearly not the time to ask such questions.

He crawled into the passageway—

It was already very late, and almost everyone had returned to their dormitories. The common room was quiet and empty—wait a minute.

Xiren took a few steps forward and then noticed three people sitting in the armchair next to the fireplace.

Harry and the others also heard the sound of the portrait opening and looked up to see Siron walking towards them.

"Thank God, Celeste, you're finally back," Hermione said, visibly relieved.

"We thought you'd been taken away again," Harry said. "If you're not back in five minutes, I'm about to put on my Invisibility Cloak and go look for you in the underground classrooms."

"Don't worry, this is Hogwarts," Siron said. "Besides, Dumbledore hasn't left yet, so the Death Eaters shouldn't dare to come here and cause trouble again."

"And even if you go to the underground classrooms, you won't find me. Snape and I are in the Great Hall."

"hall?"

"To learn Apparition," Siron said.

"But isn't Apparition forbidden at Hogwarts?" Hermione asked, frowning. "I read that in a book."

"That's why we're going to the Great Hall. Headmaster Dumbledore lifted the restrictions there ahead of time," Siron said, adding that he also told them what had just happened.

To put it simply, just hearing Siren's description made Harry feel like the hairs on his body stood on end.

For two and a half hours straight, he practiced Apparition continuously, splitting into multiple forms dozens, even hundreds of times, only to be reassembled the next second, then splitting again, and reassembling once more.

In comparison, the Legilimency he experienced yesterday seemed incredibly mild.