Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 66 The Night of the School Hospital

"Unprecedented!"

In the school hospital, Professor McGonagall's stern reprimand overwhelmed the weeping of the little wizards one after another, Madam Pomfrey's yelling in a hurry, and the deans of the colleges tried their best to comfort them. Principal Dumbledore and Amosta stood at the gate of the school hospital In addition, facing the furious Professor McGonagall, his expression was a little helpless.

In the corridor, many senior students wanted to pass by pretending to be nonchalant, and inquire about the wonderful details of Professor Brian's Defense Against the Dark Arts "practical class" this afternoon, but they were all "violent" by Professor McGonagall. The ground gaze was scared away.

"Since Hogwarts was founded, there has never been such a serious teaching accident. Professor Brian, maybe your whimsical teaching method is innovative enough, but I think you have to stop, unless, you want to That heir sent all the children home in one step!"

Dumbledore blinked and became interested in a panoramic telescope on the ceiling, as if he had no intention of taking Professor McGonagall's questioning at all.

".You know, Professor McGonagall, we have taken a lot of protective measures to ensure that there will be no problems. Principal Dumbledore himself cast several powerful restraining spells on the two yin corpses. No one will be injured."

Amosta defended herself with a wry smile,

"I just want to exercise their guts"

"Do you think it's just a matter of injury, Professor Blaine!"

Professor McGonagall stared at Amosta angrily with a terrible gleam in her eyes,

"Don't say it's just a group of children, how many adult wizards can withstand the fright of the corpse?"

"That's the problem, Professor McGonagall—"

Amosta pouted helplessly,
"No one is born a warrior. If we want those children to be able to quickly make accurate and effective responses to life-threatening situations, we must train them, exercise their courage, and test their determination. Professor McGonagall, if under the premise of our comprehensive protection, the children can't even deal with two infernal corpses that can be dealt with with only a small spell. Please forgive me, can Hogwarts Is the purpose of teaching just to let little wizards pass two meaningless exams?"

"A test that doesn't make sense?"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and stared at Amosta with eagle-like sharp eyes,

"Do you think so, Professor Blaine, those are the two exams that determine their fate, well, let's not mention this for now. Maybe your starting point is good, but I think, they are still too young, you may be able to wait until."

"Wait until when?"

Amosta smiled back and asked,

"Waiting to teach children how to use wisdom and courage to resist danger when the dangerous fangs are on their necks?"

Seeing that the debate gradually turned into a quarrel, Dumbledore finally stopped standing still. He walked between Professor McGonagall and Amosta, and said sharply,
"The way I see it, how about giving the decision-making power back to the kids?"

Due to time constraints, only half of the young wizards participated in the trial this afternoon, and none of them thought of how to deal with the Yin Corpse.

Quite a few of them gave up crying and went back the same way not long after entering the maze, and among the little wizards who persisted, there was not even one who successfully joined forces like Harry and Draco.

Unfortunately, Hermione fell down while passing the small ditch. When she was struggling to climb up the overturned piece of wood, she accidentally found a pair of eyes covered with white shades, and there was a stabbing sound. After screaming with her eardrums pierced, she simply passed out.

And Daphne Greengrass, who was in the same group as her, was scared by the corpse falling from the ceiling and ran in the wrong direction, so she also failed in the trial.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the most remarkable performers were first-year Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom.

Ginny quickly discovered that there was something wrong with the piece of wood. She used a small magic spell to activate the wood. After discovering that the wood was actually a dead body, Ginny did not run away, but suppressed her fear and used the Freezing Curse to freeze it. After reaching the bank of the canal, the insidious corpse kept spinning in the water but couldn't come up, but unfortunately, Ginny didn't know how to kill the corpse, and finally failed because the time exceeded.

And Neville Longbottom, who has always been submissive in the eyes of everyone, did not expect to be a foolish and bold man. He fell into the ditch just like Hermione, and then, screaming in fright, he played with the Infernal Corpse in the ditch In the end, the ashen-faced Snape directly fished him out of the water
Madam Pomfrey just fed everyone a can of chocolate milk with euphoria. The atmosphere in the school hospital is much better than before. Because of Amosta’s magic contract, no one can Discuss what happened in that classroom this afternoon.

"What happened to the flowers and peanuts?"

Lying with Colin and Justin on the innermost bed in the school hospital, Professor Lockhart, who looked like a squirrel with swollen cheeks, struggled to stretch his head and kept asking, but Hermione, who was closest to him, did not always Pay attention to him.

"There's no way we can deal with that kind of thing."

Hermione obviously hadn't escaped from the fear yet, she curled up under the quilt, her body trembling slightly, her tear-filled eyes were at a loss.

Harry was lying next to her, he seemed to be in good condition, but his face was a little pale, but he didn't know how to comfort Hermione, he was thinking about what Malfoy said this afternoon with his empty eyes pointing at the white ceiling Those words——Dark wizard, privately cruel Professor Bryan?

What exactly does Malfoy know?
"Potter."

Leaning on the opposite bed, Malfoy, who had been staring at Harry's face since entering the school hospital, spoke sullenly.

"Any advice, Malfoy?"

As the most identifiable opponent in the school, it was obviously impossible for Harry to settle down with Draco just because of a failed cooperation. While he was thinking, he subconsciously gave Malfoy an angry look.

The insulted Malfoy pursed his lips tightly, his cheeks flushed at a speed visible to the naked eye, he glared at Harry hatefully and then turned his head away.

However, after a few minutes, Malfoy still couldn't hold back the doubt in his heart, he stared blankly at Harry's cheek and asked,
"Why did you do that this afternoon?"

Harry understood what Malfoy wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to answer. At that moment of life and death, the decision he made was completely driven by instinct, and even, when he recovered, he felt that The decision is very ridiculous.

Just kidding, why did he choose to save Malfoy, the one he hated the most among all the little wizards in this school?
"...If you'd like to tell me what you mean when you comment on Professor Blaine, Malfoy, maybe I can tell you frankly why I made that stupid decision at the time."

"Potter!"

At this moment, the slight uneasiness derived from gratitude in Malfoy's heart disappeared completely, and he bared his teeth like a threatened hyena and glared at Harry viciously,

"You expect me to thank you for your little help, eh? In fact, you, like everyone else, have accomplished nothing!"

"Aha, thanks!"

Harry also came alive, he sat up from the bed, his eyes were equally sharp,
"I've never dared to ask for your thanks. Seriously, Malfoy, I doubt you really understand what that word really means?"









　The list of book friends suddenly has 1 people, which is a bit inexplicable. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)