Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 188 Dementors

Chapter 189 Dementors

Soon, the two cats and the dog ran away screaming, and Xilun turned back into a cat and walked straight out of the forest.

Now is not the time to expose Sirius's identity. He would rather catch him on the spot, as Sirius Black, not as an ordinary black dog.

What he just said was to dispel Sirius's doubts and make him subconsciously believe that he hadn't discovered Sirius was a wizard.

Moreover, what he's about to do isn't something that should be seen by others; no one should be allowed to see it.

It's fine as it is now.

Anyway, given the size of that big black dog, it wouldn't matter if Tom beat it up; at most, it would only suffer some minor injuries.

Soon, Xilun emerged from the forest.

Ahead was a winding path, and a statue of a winged warthog could be vaguely seen.

That's the statue on the gate of Hogwarts, standing tall there, visible from a great distance.

After arriving here, Xilun slowed down.

He walked slowly forward on the withered grass, and after turning a corner, the temperature seemed to drop a bit.

A Dementor shrouded in a cloak appeared not far ahead, hovering back and forth as if on patrol.

Xiren immediately transformed back into human form, trying hard to recall the things that had made him happy.

When he made his first wand—his first visit to Hogwarts—and when he made Silvermane, the Horcrux, and Snake Eyes, Sirius's actions were like cutting a hot steak. A delicious aroma wafted from afar into the nostrils of distant Dementors (if they had nostrils).

So delicious.

The delightful aroma reminded the Dementor of its days eating at the buffet in Azkaban, a place it hadn't eaten in a long time since arriving.

Its instinct to eat makes it subconsciously drift towards the "fragrance".

The flavor was growing stronger, and it could already imagine how delicious it would be when it sucked that happiness into its mouth. This was the kind of food that Dementors would truly crave, unlike the food in Azkaban, where the food always had a musty, strawy taste.

The Dementor couldn't help but speed up, and before it knew it, it had completely left its guard area and entered a lush forest.

It was surrounded by tall trees, so even if someone passed by, they couldn't see what was inside.

The "fragrance" became even stronger—no, it should be said that it exploded, reaching its peak, as if it had solidified into a tangible substance, and slammed heavily onto the Dementor's face.

Dementors enjoy devouring wizards' happiness, but if that happiness becomes too intense, they become less interested.

It is food, and also its nemesis.

The Patronus Charm works like this: the wizards' pure joy and hope, under the influence of magic, transform into various animals with physical forms, easily driving away Dementors.

And this is exactly the feeling the Dementor is experiencing now, and it terrifies it even more than the Patronus Charm.

Its face felt as if it had been hit hard by something—oh, it saw it, it was a creature that looked like a horse.

It also has a long horn growing on its forehead.

It had never seen such a creature before, but its body instinctively began to tremble.

That fear from the depths of its soul compelled it to want to escape as quickly as possible.

Before it could make a move, the unicorn lowered its head and charged again, crashing headfirst into the Dementor.

"Throat—. Hiss—"

The Dementor let out a long, chilling howl, followed by hoarse panting.

Despite being hit twice by the unicorn, it was still alive and was even shakily drifting out of the forest.

It was on its way to find its companions, but as soon as the Dementor turned around, it saw a cat, and a cat with orange eyes at that.

Then it stopped moving, and the unicorn came galloping up from behind. If someone were to pass by at this moment, they would find that the forest was suddenly covered with a layer of white frost that only appears in winter.

However, the white frost quickly disappeared under the sunlight.

A few minutes later, Siren returned to Hogsmeade and entered Honeydukes.

"Sirius, so you're here—" Ron squeezed through the crowd. "We've been looking for you!"

A little while later, Hermione arrived, carrying a brown paper bag with the name Honeyduke printed on it.

"We've already made our choices, what about you?" she asked.

"I was just about to pay." Celen picked up a few boxes from the shelf. "These, plus two boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, should last a long time."

"These are all high-end candies," Ron said with a hint of envy.

He and Hermione bought only five silver sieves of candy together, while Siron took a box that cost one gallon, and he took five boxes in total.

If they were all replaced with Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, five Gallons would be enough for him to eat until graduation.

"We can eat together then," Siren said with a smile.

"Really?" Ron's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "I want to try that soft bee, but forget about the swamp mud cake, I heard it smells a bit bad and it's expensive—why would you like that?"

"What?" Only then did Xilun notice that he had also taken a box of special snacks.

This is one of Honeydukes's special features. They make a lot of unique and special snacks, but these snacks are complicated to make, so they are not cheap.

"Ah, it's not because I like it." Celen said calmly, her expression unchanged. "Tom got a new pet dog, and this is a gift I prepared for it."

"Wait, what did you just say?" Ron rubbed his ears.

"Tom's pet dog, but isn't Tom your pet too?"

"Yes, but these two things don't conflict." Xiren shrugged and went to pay the bill.

Ron was still standing there, deep in thought, feeling like he was about to burst into flames.

After leaving Honey Duke, they went to Owl Post Office together.

There were about two hundred owls there, all perched on the perch, their claws marked with different colors, each color representing their flight speed.

Across from the post office is Devis-Bans Store, a magical equipment and repair shop that mainly sells various practical magical gadgets, such as peepholes, memory balls, and automatic stirring cauldrons, and also provides repair services for them.

Hermione bought a spyglass, specially made for Hogwarts students, whose purpose is to scream wildly when you forget to do your homework.

"You must be crazy to waste money on something like this."

As they walked out of Devastar, Ron couldn't help but say, "If only one student at Hogwarts turned in their homework, Hermione, I bet it would be you."

"Normally I wouldn't forget," Hermione said, "but now I have so many things to consider, it's better to be prepared."

"I'm a bit tired, how about we go to the Three Brooms? I heard it's better than the Leaky Cauldron."

"It's not that exaggerated," Siren said. "But some people do prefer three brooms, and you'll find out why in a moment."

As they spoke, they arrived in front of the three brooms.

Ron, who was walking at the front, couldn't wait to push open the door and immediately saw a beautiful and charming lady with long blonde hair, Rosmerta, behind the counter.

“You’re right.” Ron’s throat seemed to bob. “The Three Broomsticks are definitely more appealing than the Leaky Cauldron.”