Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 145 Wake Up
The next day, at dawn.

In the ward of the school hospital.

The sunlight gradually spread into the room through the glass, gradually dispelling the darkness and coldness, and covering the place with a layer of golden-red tulle.

At this time, it should be deserted here.

But now...a few anxious and anxious voices sounded softly.

"Madame Pomfrey... why isn't McGuffin Albert awake yet!"

"Hasn't he returned to his original form?"

"Professor Snape...is the unicorn blood you prepared correct?"

In the darkness, McGuffin could hear the whispers of these people, but he couldn't respond. He didn't know what it meant... What did it mean to him?
He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know who he was?Or what did you do before?

——I just feel as if I have been stuffed into a body holster that does not belong to me. Every time I breathe, every time my blood flows, every time I feel the touch is extremely uncomfortable.

"Ha!... If there is a mistake, it is the solution to the [Blood Curse] you provided...the three materials...the blood of the unicorn...is wrong..."

A casual voice came from afar.

...[Blood Curse]...Unicorn...Phoenix...Solution...Voldemort
"What am I..."

"I'm going to kill you... Voldemort!!"

McGuffin opened his eyes suddenly.Roaring, he stood up abruptly from the bed.

He is lying in the hospital.

The people around were startled by this sudden situation.

…Harry (drinking the antidote this morning, back to normal), Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, surrounded his bedside.

Among them, Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey shuddered when they heard the name, and heard a little wizard utter wild words here in disbelief. He heard his tone as if he wanted to chop the most terrifying dark wizard in the modern magic world... to pieces.

——What does this little wizard mean?Could it be that that night... something else happened that they don't understand?

Professor McGonagall had doubts in his mind.

As for Dumbledore, he was thoughtful when he heard the words, and a light flashed behind his glasses.

And Snape, who was sitting on the other bed, didn't care about all of this at all, his whole attention was on his hands...he was holding something that looked like a silver necklace, which seemed to contain photos...like some kind of pendant.

The expression on his face is very strange, McGuffin has never seen it before... Let's put it this way, it has changed from the emoji of the scorpion spirit (murderous and indifferent) to the emoji of the grandpa gourd baby (friendly).

"McGuffin!...Are you all right?" Harry asked eagerly, but his eyes wandered, not daring to look directly at the MacGuffin.

——What can scare this tough guy like this.

McGuffin felt a little strange.

As he gradually wakes up, the memories in his mind are coming back quickly, even including those memories after turning into a snake:
...Living in a glass box...Harry feeds himself a milk mouse made by a strange magic, sausage birds...all look like chocolate frogs, alive and kicking...and Snape pours himself a blue light shining potion or blood...

Memories of these days flooded into my mind. Since I had such experiences many times, McGuffin just accepted it in a daze, knowing his current situation.

Madam Pomfrey hung a strange pocket watch around McGuffin's neck.

The pointers of the three colors kept spinning... Finally, the red pointer kept trembling on a black and white skull, while the other two colors moved slowly, walking in circles.

"It's okay... The [Blood Curse] in your body has temporarily stabilized... It seems that it can last for a while... But this is not certain... The most important thing is to quickly remove the [Blood Curse]!" Madam Pomfrey said calmly without hiding anything from McGuffin.

"Madame Pomfrey...you shouldn't have said it so directly..." Professor McGonagall had a slightly reproachful expression on her face. Her eye bags were severely swollen, and she looked like she hadn't slept well for a while.

She stared at McGonagall, "McGuffin Albert...do you know what happened?"

"Come on!"

With a snap, Snape closed the pendant containing the photo.

He sneered and said, "This little wizard forced out the solution to [Blood Curse] from an adult wizard like Quirrell alone... Doesn't he seem to know what he's going to face?"

"I'm afraid this little wizard knows more than you...Professor McGonagall..."

"I was skeptical at first... Now it seems that congratulations! McGuffin, the [Blood Curse] solution method you got seems to be true..."

"But now that he's back to his original state, I don't have anything to do. I'll go back to my office first... There are still so many students whose test scores need to be judged and sorted out."

After speaking, Snape was full of joy, humming, and walked out of the room briskly.

——There is no usual aura that comes with the cold air of Siberia, and the robe automatically shakes and dances.

And it can be seen that when Snape passed by, Harry shook his body, looking scared?
No, no, it wasn't fear...but disgust, helplessness... mixed with a bit of instinct to dodge...he shrank inside.

—— Between them... It seems that something happened to the two of them that he didn't know about!
Very suspicious!

The McGuffin turned to stare at Harry with his chin protruding, and remained motionless.

"McGuffin...you-what are you looking at?" Harry stammered.

"Ah! It's nothing... It's just that Harry, you seem a little different..."

"Ah! What's the difference...it's nothing different! What could be... am I still that little wizard?..."

Harry Potter was sweating profusely, and hurriedly discerned, but it seemed that he was more deliberate.

Fortunately, at this time, Dumbledore, who was silent at the side, spoke. He took off the half-moon glasses and took out a velvet purple towel to wipe.

"Harry, Professor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, if possible, can I talk to Albert alone... After all, I still have a lot to learn..."

After Dumbledore put on his glasses, he said to the rest of the people in the room.

Harry let out a sigh of relief. Although he also had many doubts in his heart, he really didn't want to stay in front of McGuffin's scorching eyes in his current mood.

—He always had the feeling that McGuffin seemed to guess what happened last night!
After several people left the stage.

Dumbledore waved his wand, moved the chair to lean against the bed and sat down, looking at McGuffin with a smile.

"Good morning, MacGuffin!" he said.

——It feels a little bad!

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore..." McGuffin looked away, and could only say in the familiar routine, "The weather is nice today..."

"It's very good..."

The two of them looked at the half-dark dawn sky, and exchanged polite expressions...the corners of their brows almost disappeared from the smile...

"Hehehe... o(*￣︶￣*)o" (Dumbledore smiled and raised his forehead)
——This little fox!

"O(∩_∩)O haha~" (McGuffin's heart twitches)
—You old bee!
These two guys have their own ghosts and thoughts.

"I think for you...you can probably guess what I want to say to you!"

Seeing that going on like this would be a no-brainer, Dumbledore simply showed his cards and said directly to McGuffin.

McGuffin also felt that if he stretched his head and retracted his head, it would still be a stab, and he was able to recover this time... It seems that these professors have put in a lot of effort, and he must explain Voldemort's final fate clearly.

And I also have some questions to ask Dumbledore about the [Original Blood and Serpent Poison] in the [Blood Curse]!
……what does that mean?
Then McGuffin told Dumbledore his 'story' after being 'polished' by the language.

Of course, the things I know in advance are summarized as intuition, and the very cheeky descriptions related to the system are my talents.

He started with the black mist he saw himself on Halloween.

"That's the source of everything..."

"At the time, I didn't realize it was Voldemort... just thought it was some kind of dark sorcery floating behind the troll's head... until that night... when Voldemort tried to break away from Quirrell... I didn't realize it was the Dark Lord..."

"Wait! Your consciousness is that you can see the Dark Lord... and Harry, Ron, Hermione and other little wizards don't see it? Didn't you tell them about it?" asked Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, if you can see what others can't, and do things that others can't... wouldn't that be a good thing?

While wizards and Muggles are different, in this respect there is no difference.

For things that we can't understand, we can't do...we are either afraid, or disgusted and rejected...For aliens, in this respect, from ancient times to the present, there is no difference between wizards and Muggles..."

"What's more, I saw the Dark Lord, the Mysterious Man, Voldemort... This is not a good omen!... Sir, can you keep this secret for me?"

McGuffin said with a wry smile.

He knew that keeping a secret was one of the best ways to draw someone closer.

This estimate would make Dumbledore feel a little more credible.

"Okay... I'll keep this a secret. Do you know why you can see Voldemort later?" Dumbledore agreed, and then asked along the topic.

"Perhaps it has something to do with my wand..."

When McGuffin took out his wand from his pocket, he realized that even though he was still wearing the black wizard robes from that night—the clothes were covered with dirt and dust from head to toe,...but the wand was no longer by his side.

Dumbledore saw what McGuffin was going to do... He clapped his hands, the door of Madam Pomfrey's office was suddenly opened, there was a sound inside, and the wand flew over and fell into Dumbledore's hand.

——Can he do this kind of thing?

"It seems that I have to trace the strength of Dumbledore and Voldemort again...The depth of their research and exploration of magic is purely compared to other professors. Wizards can be regarded as two different species..." Seeing this incredible scene, McGuffin thought to himself
Dumbledore returned the wand to McGuffin.

"Albert, you can't cast spells... Otherwise Madam Pomfrey will kick me out..."

McGuffin stroked his wand which he hadn't touched for a long time.

——The body of the staff is cold and smooth, and the handle is slightly blurred with concave and convex reliefs.

As the McGuffin strokes, the wand seems to respond... humming and trembling, a purple halo emerges from the tip... slides to the bottom, and then begins to slide back and forth between the two ends.

"Professor Dumbledore, I guess it has something to do with the material of this wand...Ollivander said that the wand chooses the owner, maybe he knows something..."

Dumbledore raised his hand to stop McGuffin from guessing.

"Albert... You should continue to talk! We will discuss this issue at the end..."

McGuffin raised his head, put his wand aside, and continued talking about himself.

...before the duel...Professor Quirrell began to train himself...

"I guess he was the one who started the big squid 'riot'...and then used [Imperius Curse][Inspirit] to find out what happened on Halloween night and why I was able to see 'Voldemort'...Of course he didn't say it clearly at that time...but this also aroused my suspicion..."

Although Dumbledore listened carefully and did not interrupt McGuffin's narration, he still explained to the old bee.

"Because I know [Occlumency]...so I dealt with Quirrell...but at this time I started to be wary of Quirrell..."

"I don't know what's going on... Maybe Quirrell found out that I can [Occlumency]... Now think about it... It should be at that time (before the Christmas duel), this guy Quirrell cast the [Blood Curse] on me
...Maybe it was because he wanted to take the Sorcerer's Stone, he didn't want to make trouble...Maybe it was because Voldemort wanted to take my body through the [Blood Curse] at that time...So there was this plan at that time..."

Then McGuffin reversed the cause and effect, and continued:

At Christmas, Quirrell began to threaten him with [Blood Curse]... Then he started to search for information about the blood curse, and was going to find something to deal with Quirrell's...

"Why did you seek the help of the professors?" interrupted Dumbledore.

——He became more and more curious about the mental journey of this little wizard. As Snape said, this little wizard was too sophisticated, or to put it directly, he was almost crazy with paranoia.

——I started learning [Occlumency] at such a young age.

"Yeah? Why didn't I ask the professors for help?" McGuffin asked himself. "Perhaps out of fear?"

"fear?"

"Yes, fear that no one will believe a young wizard, only an adult wizard's statement... Fear that [curse] will be activated...Professor Dumbledore, have you ever seen this [blood curse]?...or do you know how it feels after this [blood curse] is cast?" McGuffin said in a faint tone, as if he was talking about what happened to others.

"When this spell is activated, you can feel your body melting and reshaping into an animal bit by bit... I don't know what it feels like to cast a transformation on a human body... but this way... is absolutely different...

And after transforming... that beast's instinct is constantly changing your consciousness and feeling... Even more frightening and disgusting, you know all of this... You are like being locked in a small dark room... Unconscious, half asleep, you can realize your own existence... Realize that this endless torture seems to last forever... Or worse, you will gradually give up, and finally become a bloodthirsty, irrational beast..."

"Okay...don't talk!" Dumbledore's face was very bad, and he raised his hand to interrupt McGuffin.

"I see...can you tell me what happened that night?"

McGuffin's words reminded Dumbledore of the person he knew many years ago... Thinking of what happened to 'her' now, he didn't want to listen anymore, and asked the question he was most interested in directly.

——What happened that night?
(End of this chapter)