Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 352 Awakening
'Young man, you don't understand! '

Jordan looked at Harry with that look on his face.

"Harry, don't be naive. Professor Dumbledore can defeat Grindelwald and make Voldemort fear not only because of the spells taught in Hogwarts classes. He must know the dark arts, otherwise how to defend against the dark arts. When he was young, he was a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Can……"

Harry couldn't speak, he couldn't reveal McGuffin's unique black magic talent, and other students must not accept that his classmates could perform dangerous black magic, and they couldn't accept that he could turn into a snake, not to mention that McGuffin even killed a dementor. Adult wizards probably couldn't accept this.

But all of this... the translucent black flames are so similar to what happened during the Hogwarts train incident... so much, so much like it.

And McGuffin was supposed to be in the Gryffindor locker room... but Harry hadn't seen him since the game started.

Seeing that Harry was speechless, Jordan thought he had been persuaded by himself.

So triumphantly, he continued to promote his point of view.

"By the way, where is Wood? The game should not continue! Harry, did you finally catch it?...The Golden Snitch!" George suddenly remembered and asked.

"Did Gory catch it?"

After hearing this, Fred pointed to Oliver Wood who was standing alone on the edge of the stands.

He looked up at the sky, drenched in rain, posing in a lonely poss, the look of an ancient Roman sculpture... Harry was stunned.

"No, no..."

"Did we lose?"

"No!" Harry answered, shaking his head.

"The two of us rode the new-style broomsticks and quickly arrived at the Snitch, but due to the speed of the brooms being comparable and difficult to control, and after hearing Mrs. Hooch's whistle, Cedric gave up the chase first...so I..."

"—shush!"

"Harry, stop talking, don't let Wood know about this!"

"Jordan, you can't talk nonsense, otherwise Oliver will probably plan to drown himself in the rain after he hears it!"

"Are we leaving him alone?" Harry asked, looking worriedly at Wood's melancholy look.

"Don't... let him calm down, Wood wants to win too much! Now he can't listen to anything, anyway, we are just tied!"

"Yes, we still have chances in the upcoming games... especially the chance to teach Slytherin a lesson."

"Look, Slytherin is really annoying! I'm right... DeLS Malfoy's voice is indeed scarier than Dementors!?" Fred couldn't hold back his smile.

What the twins were referring to... was the rising and falling soprano voice that was still coming from up there in the Slytherin stands.

This kind of voice even overwhelmed the voice of Professor McGonagall, who yelled over the stadium through the magic broadcast to maintain order.

Looks like the Dementors just stormed into the stands over there, and the scene where the Nightmare ripped it apart... did scare de L.S. Malfoy and her little group of sopranos.

Jordan, Harry laughed a little.

The little wizards of Gryffindor never tire of laughing at Slytherin.

Obviously, this time is not suitable for bursts of cheers, especially on this platform where professors gather.

Even though Harry and the others hid in the most secret corner of the stands, their laughter immediately attracted the attention of the professors.

"Potter, Weasley! Jordan! What are you guys doing?"

Professor McGonagall is being annoyed by De LS's sky-shattering screams (and he can't be shut up directly through the radio).

Harry and their laughter hit the 'mouth' of the wand all at once.

Everyone stared at him immediately.

Harry and the others quickly shut up and shrank back.

At this time, Cedric Diggory also saw Harry, and he squeezed out of a group of witches with great difficulty, and came to Harry's side.

"Hi, Harry! . . . George, Fred, Jordan! Hello!"

he said, watching Harry hold out his hand.

"Thank you, Harry! Was the spell you cast just now [the Patronus Charm]? It's amazing!"

"If it weren't for you, I would probably be caught by those dementors!"

"Nothing, nothing..."

Harry looked a little embarrassed.

After Cedric expressed his thanks, he was surrounded by a group of witches.

Harry saw Angelina from their Gryffindor team, and Arya and several female golfers among them, standing on the edge of the group of witches, blushing and smiling at Cedric.

Lee Jordan frowned with some taste.

"That's from Hufflepuff College, what are Angelina and the others doing!"

"Come on, buddy, who makes a parent tall and handsome?" George said.

"You probably don't know, even most of the little witches in Slytherin like this fool very much!" Fred also said sourly.

"He's still very personable!"

Perhaps after fighting side by side just now, Harry had a good impression of this Hufflepuff senior, so he justified it.

"Harry, Harry,... you are not our age after all! This kind of guy is the common enemy of most wizards!"

"Tsk tsk..."

The twins and Lee Jordan shook their heads, looking at Harry as a young man who didn't understand.

"But we don't care. How can a girlfriend play pranks? Jordan, you'd better not offend this guy, or I'm afraid you won't be able to find a girlfriend in the remaining years at Hogwarts."

The twins also kindly 'persuaded' Lee Jordan, causing him to roll his eyes.

It was then that Harry understood what they had just said.

So he immediately changed the subject in embarrassment.

"George, Fred, what do you think of this broom? I heard from McGuffin that it will be purchased by the British Quidditch team in the Quidditch World Cup this year. That's why the officials from the Ministry of Magic and [Universal Light Wheel Company] came over in the stands..."

"And with such a big incident today, it seems that Wood's original plan has failed..." Harry was interrupted as he spoke.

"By the way, speaking of that new broom, where did the MacGuffin go?" The twins immediately realized.

Harry had nothing to say.

This is unlucky,

——Why did it go back to McGuffin again?

……

"Thanks to Dumbledore for your quick response!"

"Otherwise, after this incident is exposed, Hogwarts and this little wizard will be in trouble."

"Madame Pomfrey, have you noticed anything? According to what Professor Snape said... the [Blood Curse] on this little wizard McGuffin should not have occurred so quickly."

"It's a miracle—for some reason, the [Blood Curse] on this little wizard once reached an extremely dangerous situation, but suddenly he recovered. I can see the traces of this situation on him, don't you think? Professor Snape?"

"It seems that there are still many things we don't know about this little wizard, such as why he suddenly recovered, why he would cast such a spell..."

"In that scene, thousands of dementors were easily scared away, Dumbledore! Do you really know the true face of this little wizard? Look at the curse for these suspicious things? I'm sure it's a black curse in black witchcraft... It's comparable to the Unforgivable Curse... That monster must be the long-lost nightmare, the distant ancestor of thestrals..."

McGuffin could clearly hear people whispering in his ear, but he couldn't understand what was going on.

He only knew that he had to wake up quickly, but his whole body seemed to be out of control, as if he was being pressed against a mountain, even if he tried to get up with all his strength, he was powerless.

It feels like I can get up in the next moment, and it seems that there is no progress at all.

He felt like he had turned into a puddle of melted chocolate, paralyzed in place and unable to move, to be frozen like this forever.

"Albus, is that spell... that horrible Thestral... a nightmare?"

"Don't try to hide it from us, Dumbledore, everyone saw it all."

"Professor! Minister Ludo Bagman and Mr. Jordan Mandela have been waiting in your office for half an hour... and Mr. Cornelius Fudge said that he will rush over after he settles Mr. Goodman and the others in St. Mungo's Magic and will deal with this matter with you."

"I see!"

The whispers of these people buzzed in McGuffin's head, leaving him dizzy and with a splitting headache.

After an unknown amount of time, McGuffin finally had the strength to at least be able to tell who was speaking in his head.

"Babber, why are you here!" - this is Ron.

"Ron don't look at me like that, it's not Crookshanks, it's not it!" Hermione hurriedly argued.

"—Hush! If you continue to quarrel, I will kick you out too!" Madam Pomfrey reprimanded severely.

"No, ma'am, we will be obedient!" McGuffin recognized that it was Harry, but at the same time there was a vague sneer, which seemed to be an illusion.

McGuffin suddenly opened his eyes, and he was lying in the middle of the hospital.

The first feeling was - his arms were cold, and he turned his head to look.

Madam Pomfrey was drawing blood with a giant glass needle.

Very scary.

And beside her, Snape stared at him with very complicated eyes, all of which were guarded.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were also there, and they were using magic spells to clean up the rainwater and mud on their bodies, especially Hermione's fluffy hair was now sticking to her head wetly.

"McGuffin!" Harry yelled when he saw McGuffin open his eyes.

"what do you think?"

"You scared us just now, your body turned into a half-snake, half-human appearance, with snake scales all over your face, hands, and neck!" Ron said.

"Madame Pomfrey spent a lot of time to drive out the Gryffindor Quidditch players who came to see you, especially the twins, and restore you to your original form together with Professor Snape." Hermione replied.

"No, it wasn't discovered!"

McGuffin sat up immediately, startling Madam Pomfrey.

She quickly pulled out the syringe in her hand.

"Don't be so reckless! I almost pierced your arm just now!"

Madam Pomfrey stared at McGuffin with a bad face and taught.

"Oh, I see!" McGuffin agreed embarrassingly.

"By the way, thank you, Madam Pomfrey, and...Professor Snape... Has the [Blood Curse] incident been discovered by others?"

McGuffin said worriedly.

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore handled it in a timely manner. Ludo, Mandela, and the others didn't find any clues, but you must no longer be able to cast related ancient magic, especially black magic that contains negative emotions. Otherwise, sooner or later, we will not be able to stop the [Blood Curse] from eroding your body."

Hermione let out a low, piercing sound, her eyes bloodshot.

"Ma'am, are you saying that the [Blood Curse] on McGuffin cannot be lifted? But... But isn't there an antidote? And can it be temporarily controlled?"

"Granger! Self-righteous Mr. MacGuffin Albert... he knows it."

"I have warned him a long time ago, he must be alert to the erosion and infection of [Blood Curse] on his mind and magic power."

"He didn't listen. He asked for this situation now."

Snape snorted coldly, and said, "You've also seen the curse on the field just now! It's a genius... A genius who seeks his own death, that kind of self-created black magic, combining [Patronus Charm] and negative emotions, plus a casting method similar to ancient spells... to form this terrifying black curse."

"Achieving achievements far beyond the imagination of most wizards, Albert, you almost scared the dementors out of their wits. These monsters are now spreading and fleeing like crazy throughout Scotland... The entire fog of fear has spread across half of the UK, and the Ministry of Magic is now about to explode."

"If you ask me...you can be regarded as Sirius' best partner. The Aurors of the entire Ministry of Magic have been transferred away to deal with this matter...Now that criminal can come to Hogwarts at will...Maguffin, do you have a grudge against Harry, so you did this."

Hearing Snape's tired and cold voice, Harry was very disgusted in his heart, but when he said that McGuffin had helped Sirius and had a grudge against him, he fell into some confusion again, not knowing what this guy was talking about.

Madam Pomfrey seemed to know something, and she interrupted Snape anxiously.

"McGuffin, this time you were able to calm down temporarily. It's a miracle that [Blood Curse] didn't continue to deteriorate."

"I want you to promise me that you will never use ancient magic and the magic you invented... and all the spells that use emotions as fuel to intensify the magic power to cast spells...including [Guardian Charm] can't be used!"

"Of course... [Occlumency] is a magic you still have to master."

At this moment, the door was knocked.

Filch came in, holding the cat (Mrs. Norris), and looking nervously at Professor Snape.

"Professor, Principal Dumbledore called you to the Gryffindor lounge, something happened there?!"

"The Gryffindor lounge?" Snape asked, his voice rising twice.

"Well, according to the Fat Lady, Sirius Black invaded the Gryffindor lounge." Filch gave Harry a careful look, and hurriedly finished.

"what?"

"what!"

After Snape gave Harry a strange look, he followed Filch and turned away, his cloak quivering like a black bat.

(End of this chapter)