Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 63 The Vengeful Three-Headed Dog

Although Siren didn't join, the Weasley brothers, unwilling to give up, still secretly went to find the Whomping Willow that very night.

And then... that was it. When Ya Ya found them in the early hours of the morning, they were fast asleep on the road between the Willow Tree and the Castle.

One person was lying face down in the middle of the road, with their head on their feet, while the other was 500 meters away south of the castle, with their face on the ground and their legs hanging from the bushes.

It's easy to see from their strange behavior that they clearly don't actually like sleeping outside.

Hagrid thought so too, and after hearing Awful's cries, he rushed over and carried them to the school hospital, one in each arm.

Because it was still dark, not many people knew about it.

Xilun only learned of this news from others the following evening.

After dinner, when Xilun went to visit them at the school hospital, neither of them felt embarrassed at all.

"I was sent flying in an instant." Fred even vividly described his experience last night, "It didn't hurt as much as I imagined, but the force was really strong, like hitting a walking ball."

"Yes, we're the walking ball," George said, sticking his head out. "We have absolutely no chance of fighting back."

His injuries were more severe than Fred's; not only were several bones broken on the spot by the Whomping Willow, but he also broke his leg when he fell from the sky.

It took Mrs. Pomfrey ten minutes to set all his bones, and then she wrapped him up tightly from head to toe in bandages.

"Bill would be very kind to see you like this," Fred said more than once.

Bill is the eldest child in the Weasley family and works as a mummy breaker in Gringotts, Egypt, where his daily work involves dealing with mummies inside the pyramids.

If he were to take care of George, it would probably be considered a good fit for his profession.

"Speaking of which, your younger brother hasn't come?" Xilun asked.

"Brother? Who's that?" Fred blinked, asking in confusion.

“We only have one sister,” George said, “but Ginny won’t be able to start school until September.”

"What about Ron?"

"We don't know each other," they both said in unison.

Well, ever since they walked right into Professor McGonagall's trap and were caught red-handed, they've unilaterally denied any familial relationship with Ron.

According to them, the Weasleys don't have such a stupid child; he must be an imposter.

Percy, that tattletale, at least has one advantage: good grades. Fred and George copied his notes quite a bit when they did their homework.

Xilun believed they were taking their anger out on each other, since their negligence was a major reason they were arrested that night.

But Fred and George wouldn't listen, insisting that the root of all this was Ron letting Malfoy know their nighttime outing times.

"So Ron really didn't come?" Siren asked again.

"Well, he just left before you arrived," George said. "He came with Harry and Hermione, but left quickly."

"Are they trying to break the school rules again?" Fred suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I can tell," Fred said, adopting a knowing look. "They were distracted in the school hospital and were always whispering to each other."

"I didn't hear very clearly, but I know they were talking about Snape, Professor Quirrell and stuff like that... Oh, wait, they're not thinking of tearing Professor Quirrell's scarf off, are they?"

"It could also be that he put that scarf on Snape's head." George's eyes lit up immediately. "Sirlen, you must know something... If we're right, you must tell Ron that he's our dearest brother."

"And tell him to wait for us, so we can all move together," Fred said.

"We'd also like to know what's under Professor Quirrell's scarf."

"Hmm... I'll try my best." Xilun shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

In a sense, the Weasley brothers were right; Harry and his friends really were after what was hidden under Quirrell's scarf.

But probably no one would like that thing, and it's best not to even look at it, or you'll have nightmares.

"Why are you still here? Hurry up and leave, they need to rest!" Just then, Mrs. Pomfrey also came over to shoo them away.

With no other option, Xilun stood up and walked towards the entrance of the school hospital.

"By the way, if you're looking for Ron, you can check the fourth floor of the school," Fred said loudly from behind, as if suddenly remembering something. "They've mentioned this place several times when they're whispering."

"Keep quiet!" Mrs. Pomfrey said sullenly, closing the door and keeping Siron out.

It was completely dark outside.

Siren returned to the castle, intending to first go to the common room.

However, when he reached the fourth floor, he suddenly heard an angry roar and equally angry curses.

"That damned beast...why isn't it asleep!"

Then the sound disappeared, as if someone had closed a door, blocking out all the sounds inside.

Could that voice just now have been Quirrell?

At this time and in this place, it's definitely Quirrell, but what does it mean that he said he wasn't asleep...?

Driven by curiosity, Xiren left the stairs and came to the familiar corridor.

A few months ago, he blew out two of Louie's teeth here and then delivered an extra-large takeout to him.

For most wizards, the suffocating stench emanating from a troll is torture, but if it were a three-headed dog, the smell might be "fragrant."

Thinking about it that way, it probably won't rush out and bite me.

Xilun wasn't sure either, fearing that Lu Wei would hold a grudge, so he didn't dare to get close.

Just then...

"Idiot, moron!"

Another voice came from behind the door, sharp and cold, completely different from Quirrell's.

The wand in Siron's hand seemed to sense a familiar aura and suddenly began to tremble violently.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush." ​​Xiren gripped his wand tightly. "The key person hasn't arrived yet. If we go now, we'll just be sending ourselves to our deaths."

With Siron's reassurance, the wand finally calmed down, and he looked up at the door in front of him again.

A pool of blood slowly seeped out from under the door...

Wait a minute, didn't Quirrell trick Hagrid into revealing Cerberus's weakness with a dragon egg? If you can clear a level without taking damage just by playing some music, why is there blood?

Xilun's expression immediately became quite interesting.

Could it be that my magic wand earlier actually cured Lou Williams's problem of getting sleepy when he hears music?

Well, I hope Quirrell is alright, and I hope that Voldemort on the back of his head can hold his own. It would be too embarrassing if he got stumped by a dog.

"Woof...woof...woof!"

Seemingly sensing something outside, the three-headed dog behind the door began to howl again, its barking sounding even more ferocious than before.

"I knew it..." Siren sighed softly; the three-headed dog hadn't forgotten him after all.

Luckily, it's trapped behind the door right now, so as long as it stays outside, it'll be fine...

"Bang!"

A muffled, strange noise suddenly interrupted Xiren's thoughts. He instinctively turned his head to look, and the scene that came into view almost made his blood freeze instantly.

The door opened!

In the pitch-black corridor, three pairs of blood-red eyes were staring straight at him.

Even more terrifying, Celen could clearly see that the three-headed dog still had half a broken chain hanging around its neck.

"***!"

In the nick of time, instinct kicked in Xilun's body first, and without the slightest hesitation, he turned and ran!