Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 78 1 string of 6

Walking on the cold, damp ground of the overturned alley, Xilun sighed helplessly.

To be honest, the methods they used weren't particularly sophisticated; at the very least, the timing was problematic.

Aside from dark wizards, no one would enter Knockturn Alley at night.

Unfortunately, Xilun still fell for it and stepped into this clumsy trap... or rather, for some reason, he subconsciously ignored the danger of walking into Knockdown Alley at night.

"Based on this, you think you can guess that our target is the wand shop?" A cold, hoarse voice came from behind.

"You've gone to such lengths, it can't be just to grab some random Hogwarts student, it must be because of me."

Xiren took a deep breath and smiled. "If there's anything special about me, it's probably that my last name is Ollivander."

"Perhaps we could also add your... clever brain," the man said slowly, sounding like praise, but his tone was full of mockery... as if a beast were complimenting its prey on its vitality.

"Can you tell me your purpose?" Xiren asked, instinctively clenching his fists as if ready to fight to the death at any moment.

"Of course, it's for the wands!" A tall figure on the right suddenly became agitated. "Last time, it was because those wolf cubs lacked wands that we didn't kill that damned Potter! Dark Lord..."

"Shut up, you idiot!" A sharp shout interrupted him, and then the voice returned to its previous tone, devoid of any emotion.

"You're very smart, but I also have a way to empty your mind. Would you like to try?"

Xilun knew very well that these words were directed at himself.

"Don't do that, I just want to help you." He quickly explained, "A wand chooses a wizard; you can't just take it and use it, you should know that, right?"

The other party did not speak again, clearly determined not to answer any of Xilun's questions.

However, he quickened his pace.

This seemed to be a signal, and several people around also began to move closer to Xiren, subconsciously tightening their grip on their wands.

Upon noticing this, Xiren immediately stopped in his tracks and refused to move.

"So you finally want to rebel?" A magic wand was pressed against his head.

"Boking-Bock is just ahead," Siron said. "I can't go past that shop."

"That's not up to you."

"This isn't fair." Siren turned to look at him. "There are six of you, all adult wizards, and you still managed to lie and ambush me, a first-year student. Is this what Death Eaters are like?"

"Yes, these are Death Eaters," the man said without hesitation.

Xilun paused, not expecting the other party to be so shameless as to admit it.

Wait, why isn't this guy playing by the rules? Shouldn't he give himself a chance for a one-on-one fight?

"Since you don't want to leave, we'll take care of it for you... Is the compound decoction ready?"

"It was all prepared long ago," the old witch who had first met Xiren said in a shrill voice, staring greedily at Xiren's head and fingers.

"Let's get started." She grinned, revealing her uneven teeth, her laughter becoming even more unrestrained. "The taste of fear... how sweet it is..."

"Soul..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

A sharp, shrill roar could be faintly heard in the void. The sound seemed to come from people's hearts; it was indistinct yet overpowered all the other sounds in the alley.

Then, a strange green light appeared out of thin air in Xilun's hand.

No one knew this better than the Death Eaters—the Killing Curse, but it was different from what they remembered. It seemed to be made of countless intertwined chains, like a thirsty venomous snake, frantically splitting and coiling in the air.

The first one to be hit was the dark wizard who wanted to use the Imperius Curse on Siron. He didn't even have time to finish the incantation before the Killing Curse pierced his chest.

His pupils dilated suddenly, his life was snatched away in an instant, and before his body could fall, the green lightning had already veered towards its second target.

The old witch, who was still staring at Xilun's head, didn't even have time to react before she was struck in the throat, her body going limp like a puppet with its strings cut.

The remaining wizards witnessed this and tried to retaliate, but they underestimated the speed of the Killing Curse and overestimated their own abilities.

Their eyes were still frozen in terror, but the wands they had been gripping tightly in their hands had loosened, slipping from their fingers and hitting the damp stone slab with a hollow sound.

"Thump...thump...bang!"

The six bodies crashed to the ground almost simultaneously, plunging the alley into a deathly silence.

Xilun's face turned deathly pale in an instant. He stood there, feeling numbness in his fingertips, a buzzing in his ears, and his vision stretched out endlessly.

Is this the Killing Curse? It's easier than stomping on an insect.

However, before Xilun could recover from the shock, things took a new turn.

The green light of the Killing Curse did not dissipate after piercing the chest of the sixth cannibal. Instead, as if sensing something, it changed direction again, drawing a strange arc in mid-air.

The green light dimmed slightly, but still carried a deadly chill as it swept across the damp alley wall and pierced through a decaying wooden door beside it.

A muffled thud came from behind the door, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Following the sound, Xilun could vaguely see the faded signboard of Bokin-Bock on the door.

His legs were stiff, as if he were stepping on two blocks fixed to the ground. No matter how hard Xilun tried, he couldn't take a step forward.

Until he reached into his pocket and touched the silver mane of the wand.

A warm current quickly spread from his fingertips to his entire body, and Xilun felt his body again, taking a shaky step forward.

He hadn't expected the consequences of using the Killing Curse to be so terrible. In that instant, it was as if all the hatred, anger, and killing intent in the world rushed towards him, engulfing him like waves. Then those waves condensed into pale hands, trying to drag him deeper into the ocean.

Siren gripped the silver mane of the wand tightly.

"The fireflies are twinkling."

A silvery-white halo appeared, completely dispelling the coldness in Xilun's body.

Of course, it's not the Illumination Charm that works, but the wand itself.

[Purification]: When using magic against curses and dark creatures, the effectiveness is increased by 100%.

That feeling I just experienced, I guess it could be considered a kind of curse...

probably.

In any case, after casting an Illumination Charm with Silvermane, Siron's body was completely restored.

But every time I see those six Death Eaters on the ground, my stomach still churns, a feeling that the unicorn tail can't dispel.

So once he was free to move around, Siron immediately changed his location. Instead of leaving Knockturn Alley, he followed the light of the Illumination Charm and pushed open the door of Borgin-Bock.

That is, the place where the Killing Curse finally disappeared.

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