Science and magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 154
While Kyle was observing, a huge phoenix flew out of the castle, roaring towards the dementors.

For a moment, the students seemed to see the sky divided into two parts, silver and dark.

Then the phoenix screamed and rushed across the dividing line.

The resistance of the dementors was like paper, and they couldn't even delay the Patronus for even a second. The phoenix rushed straight into the formation of dementors.

Just now, the wind was blowing, and the majestic monsters were forced by the phoenix to retreat hastily.

The silver brilliance of the phoenix dispelled the cold brought by the dementors, and returned the happiness to the little wizards.

The little animals wrapped in warmth stomped their feet and cheered loudly, but Kyle was anxious.

This old Dengtou doesn't talk about martial arts, but engages in sneak attacks, and even released the Patronus Charm without saying a word!
Seeing that the dementors were about to be kicked out of the stadium, Kyle quickly summoned his big silver dog: "Guardian!"

In order to prevent Dumbledore from seeing anything, Kyle deliberately controlled the intensity of the Patronus Charm.

The big dog's body has become much thinner, and its strength has dropped by more than a notch. Even if Dumbledore's Patronus Charm has also been advanced, Kyle's background is definitely not visible now.

Although the strength of the big dog has been reduced, this does not affect it at all. It has become the nemesis of the dementors.

Obviously without wings, the big dog soared into the sky and rushed towards the fleeing dementors.

The speed was so fast that the figure was blurred, and a long silver trail was drawn behind him, which looked extremely dazzling.

Before he had time to pick and choose, the patron saint opened his mouth wide and ate 4 dementors one by one, before being stopped by Dumbledore's phoenix.

Kyle was also very helpless, and could only watch helplessly as the remaining cuties fled.

After the huge phoenix stopped the big dog's movement, it turned its gaze to Kyle, and Dumbledore's voice came out of its mouth:

"Mr. Shafik, can those poor dementors be spared? After all, they belong to the property of the Ministry of Magic, and we cannot handle them privately."

Kyle controlled the big dog back to his side, and after a pretentious investigation, he spread his hands helplessly:

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm really sorry, you stopped it too late, those little... dementors have been completely killed by the patron saint."

After speaking, he made a helpless expression towards Dumbledore's Phoenix.

Dumbledore was a little helpless, he could only control the phoenix, and after circling the field several times, it dispersed into streaks of silver light and disappeared.

Although the dementors faded and the Quaffle stopped messing, the game still didn't resume.

Harry, who was attacked, lay motionless on the ground, apparently in a coma.

The right arm is bent abnormally, in the Muggle world, it is a comminuted fracture.

But Kyle didn't worry too much. In the magic world, this kind of injury is just a matter of a potion, and it can be cured in an hour without even staying overnight in the hospital.

Little Red, Hermione, and Mrs. Hooch, the flying professor, had appeared beside Harry.

In fact, when the dementors first appeared, they tried their best to run towards Harry, completely ignoring the threat of the dementors.

At this moment, the three of them surrounded Harry in a group. Besides, there was also a big black dog pacing anxiously.

I don't know when Sirius ran to the stadium, but the dementors had just retreated and rushed to Harry's side.

The little red hair looked very anxious, calling Harry's name over and over again.

Hermione cast several detection spells on Harry to check his status.

Madam Hooch performed a very beautiful polymorph, turning Harry's sleeve into a hard plank in an attempt to immobilize his apparently fractured arm.

Hermione and Mrs. Hooch were so anxious that their heads were sweating, they raced against time to deal with Harry's injuries and prevent secondary injuries on the way to the medical wing.

Little Red Hair was also so anxious that his head was sweating, and he shouted so heartbreakingly that his voice became hoarse.

Sirius couldn't do anything, he could only let out a low growl from time to time, spun around anxiously, and glanced at Little Red Hair strangely from time to time.

Some people don't understand why Arthur's youngest son, who is clearly a wizard, does the same thing as his own dog?
As the dementors exited the stadium, others rushed to Harry's side.

Including his team members, Hufflepuff's opponents, several professors, and other lion cubs, they blocked Harry's surroundings tightly.

Kyle didn't go over to join in the fun. After getting off the stands, he went directly to the professor's office and knocked on the door, but there was still no one inside.

Seeing this, Kyle shrugged helplessly.

Since the professor was away, Kyle decided to go to the library for an afternoon.

As he walked, he wondered in his heart what Dumbledore was looking for the professor to study.

At this time, the professor who was missed by Kyle sat opposite Dumbledore expressionlessly, frowning tightly, staring at Dumbledore with cold eyes.

The old man who was stared at was calm, as if he didn't see the professor's dissatisfaction, and planned to continue the topic that was just interrupted: "Severus, this demon..."

"Aren't you going to care about your golden boy?" The professor interrupted him directly, his tone full of sarcasm: "This is a rare opportunity to show him that you care, and I don't believe you would be willing to miss it."

Dumbledore, who was interrupted, was a little helpless, but looking at the professor's persistent eyes, he could only give an explanation: "Harry's injury is not serious. I checked it just now, and it's just a broken bone."

"You have to trust your school girl, of course Poppy can handle this little injury."

Seeing the professor's brow loosen a little, Dumbledore tentatively said: "Speaking of which, Severus, I always thought you hated that child."

"Of course!" The professor replied decisively: "As arrogant and ungrateful as his disgusting father."

As he said that, he gave Dumbledore a cold look, his eyes filled with disgust: "As expected of your favorite little lion, it's really... handed down in the same vein."

Dumbledore, who was disliked by the professor, said something that made the professor's heart bleed in a cheerful tone as if nothing had happened:

"Harry has a very likable personality, doesn't he? You've paid a lot of attention to him recently, and I thought you liked his lively and cheerful personality. After all, Harry has the same green color as hers..."

"Shut up!"

Before the old man finished speaking, he was interrupted by the professor's anger.

The professor stood up abruptly, and the resentment welling up on his face was deep into the bone marrow.

He slapped his left hand on the table and approached Dumbledore hunched over.

The hair that was originally carried on the back of his head fell down a little, casting shadows on his face.

His eyes were fixed on the old man, his right hand pointed at him tremblingly, and he sprayed his anger almost word by word: "Albus Dumbledore! Don't mention this in front of me, don't mention it in front of me!" she."

After a pause, the professor gritted his teeth and said the last words as if he had exhausted all his strength: "Never, never, don't mention her in front of me, you are not qualified!"

After finishing speaking, he fell back onto the sofa as if exhausted, stroked his forehead with one hand, and let the falling hair cover his eyes.

Dumbledore looked at the professor silently, not knowing what to think.

There is no joy of confirming the professor's mind, nor the anger of being questioned.

It's just that there is some regret and some self-blame in the eyes.

Unfortunately, in the end, it all turned into an unshakable firmness.

After a long time, Dumbledore changed the topic indifferently: "Severus, we must solve the mystery of this potion."

"I'm pretty sure that what's hidden behind this potion is his ultimate secret."

As he spoke, he shook the glass bottle in his hand, and the potion in the bottle rippled amidst the emerald green.

It took a long time before the professor came to his senses, and silently took the potion without saying a word.

The whole afternoon passed, and the professor never left Dumbledore's office.

At this time, he was frowning and staring at the bottle of potion, constantly testing his ingredients with various spells.

Regrettably, with little success.

Looking at the time, Dumbledore took the initiative to interrupt the professor's research: "Severus, it seems that the secret of this potion cannot be understood in a short period of time. Let's go eat first and relax."

After finishing speaking, he sighed self-deprecatingly, "Maybe Voldemort will give us enough time."

Listening to Dumbledore's reassurance, the professor didn't show any emotion, but just glanced at him with disdain.

He didn't speak, but snorted dissatisfiedly, picked up the potion, swept the robe fiercely, and slammed the door away.

Kyle doesn't know what happened in the office.

At this time, he had already left the library, and was planning to go to the auditorium to fill his stomach, and then arrange today's itinerary according to the situation.

If the professor can be found, take him to the old house and let the portraits communicate with the professor about resurrecting Voldemort.

If you can't find him, go back to the dormitory, lure Sirius back to the old house, and start your own plan.

Rubbing his growling stomach, Kyle came to the auditorium full of expectations, and then sadly found that today was British food again.

Steamed potatoes, fried potatoes, potato sticks, potato cubes, the auditorium was filled with a strong fragrance of potatoes.

What can Kyle say, I can only praise, the house elves of Hogwarts are indeed British, and the craftsmanship is really authentic!

Kyle, who originally wanted to turn his head away from the auditorium and go back to the old house to let Kreacher prepare a dinner alone, happened to bump into Hermione at the door.

At this point, it is not surprising that the little witch came to the auditorium to eat.

The strange thing is that Sirius is also following her, although his ears are drooping, but his eyes are shining like a thief.

Looking at Hermione suspiciously, the little girl certainly understood what Kyle meant, and explained helplessly, "I just came back from the medical wing."

"I was going to visit Harry, but I happened to meet Black." He said, rubbing Sirius' head with a disappointed face: "This guy was hanging on Professor Lockhart's... ass, and then he tore a piece of flesh from the professor's body."

Speaking of this, the tone has been extremely low.

Kyle didn't understand at first why Hermione was unhappy.

Then it suddenly occurred to him that this little girl was also one of Lockhart's fans.

Speechlessly pouted, Kyle rubbed the little witch's head, completely messing up the fluffy and messy hair.

The little witch glared at Kyle fiercely, and slapped Kyle's hand away angrily, but after Kyle's interruption, the disappointment on her face disappeared, and she complained to Kyle angrily:

"I figured it out. Harry and Ron were right. That fellow Lockhart is indeed a liar. I really don't know how he made up those damn novels!"

"The story is not made up, it is just borrowed from others."

Kyle slandered in his heart, but didn't say it.

Seeing that the little girl was still struggling with Lockhart, Kyle quickly changed the topic: "How is Harry? Why do you still need to visit him?"

"I think Harry is just broken. Madam Pomfrey should be able to heal him soon. A dose of potion can fix it. Why did you take it off for so long?"

As he spoke, he seemed to think of something, and asked a little seriously, "Harry didn't just have a broken bone? Did he also suffer some magical damage that I didn't notice?"

Hearing Kyle's serious question, Hermione twitched the corners of her mouth, and said an answer that Kyle could never have imagined: "It was just a broken bone, but Lockhart jumped out at that time, claiming that he has a lot of experience in dealing with this kind of injury."

"Then disregarding Harry's obstruction, he used magic on him."

Kyle was a little silent.

Thinking about what the portraits told him about Lockhart abusing memory magic, he asked cautiously, "What did Lockhart do? Has Harry been greatly affected?"

"Too much impact?" This question made Hermione think of the scene in the afternoon again, and screamed angrily: "It doesn't have much impact!"

"He just lost Harry's hand bones!"

"Senior, you don't know how lucky Harry and I are, it's a good thing that guy's magic didn't pull out all of Harry's bones!"

Speaking of this, Hermione knelt down and rubbed Sirius: "Blake, it's wrong to bite people, but you bit Lockhart today, you really vented your anger on me and Harry!"

After finishing speaking, he greeted Kyle, and angrily took Sirius to the long table, as if he planned to take Sirius to a big meal as a reward.

Hermione's words made Kyle realize, no wonder Lockhart was torn off a piece of flesh by Sirius, it turned out that the dog godfather was venting his anger on Harry.

After thinking about it, Kyle changed direction and walked towards the medical wing.

Since his dog bit someone, Kyle decided to take this opportunity to visit this suspicious Professor Lockhart.

By the way try to find Harry's missing bones.

After all, this is the bone of the savior, maybe it will be of great use somewhere.

(End of this chapter)