Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

She stretched out her wand and pointed it at Mrs. Lorris.

"Petrification removed."

A flash of white light appeared at the tip of the wand, but nothing happened.

Hermione looked at Dumbledore and shook her head, saying, "It wasn't caused by the petrification curse; it was something else."

The petrification spell she mentioned was not a full-body binding spell like "petrify everything," but rather the true black magic of "petrification."

"Petrify All" only makes people appear petrified; its essence is still binding the limbs. The real petrification spell, however, can turn a person into real stone.

Just like Mrs. Lorice before me.

The counter-curse of the petrification curse can only remove the curse's effect, but cannot remove petrification caused by other reasons.

Hermione knew this, Dumbledore knew this, McGonagall knew this, and Snape knew this too.

“Indeed.” Dumbledore nodded. “However… that was a beautiful petrification counterspell. It seems you’ve made quite a haul in the Forbidden Books area these past few days.”

"Thanks for the compliment."

Hermione smiled.

"If that's the case, what exactly is the reason?"

Snape looked at Mrs. Lorris, his brow furrowed.

"There could be many reasons, and further investigation is needed."

"Dumbledore said calmly."

Snape seemed to realize something and suddenly looked at Harry:

What were you doing last night?

Harry glared at Snape, about to say something, when Hermione interrupted him:

“Last night, Professor Lockhart and I were preparing lessons in the classroom, and we asked Harry to come and help us.”

Snape glanced at Hermione and nodded, saying, "Since Miss Granger is testifying for you, there shouldn't be any problems for now."

“Well, I can do that too…” Lockhart immediately said.

Professional performing artists never miss any opportunity to make their presence felt.

Snape ignored him completely and said to Dumbledore:

“Once the mandrake matures, it can be used to make a petrification-removing potion. I can help when Professor Sprout’s new batch of herbs matures.”

“Alright, then I’ll leave it to you, Severus…”

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Hermione, upon hearing Snape's words, suddenly realized something and said:

"By the way, I just happened to brew a bottle of petrification antidote."

As he spoke, he opened his bag and dumped out all the contents in one go.

Apples, clothes, books, flower pots, brooms, Galleons, cauldrons, snacks...

Soon the items were piled up into a small mountain.

Dumbledore: ...

Mag: ...

Snape: ...

Harry Ron: ? ? ?

For a fleeting moment, Dumbledore couldn't help but think of another of his prized students who "held a secret within a bag."

He then gazed at Hermione, his thoughts drifting away, lost in thought.

After searching for a while, Hermione finally pulled out a glass bottle filled with a yellowish-brown liquid.

Snape took it immediately, opened the cap, and smelled it.

"That's right, it's a petrification neutralization agent."

He looked at Hermione, then at the potion in his hand, his tone incredulous: "You made this yourself?"

Hermione shrugged: "There weren't many ingredients, so we only made one bottle."

Upon hearing her admission, Snape seemed somewhat dazed. After regaining his composure, his brow relaxed, and for the first time ever, he said:

"Well done."

Harry and Ron stared wide-eyed.

God!

I can't believe I got to hear Snape praise someone one day!

Is this still the Snape he knows?

Could it be that it's possessed by something?

The potion was given to Lady Loris, and soon the cat was revived.

Filch immediately rushed forward and hugged it, then went to Hermione, beaming with a chrysanthemum-like smile, and repeatedly expressed his gratitude:

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you..."

"Alright, alright..." Hermione waved her hands repeatedly, unable to bear the old man's face.

Anyway, she only had one bottle of medicine, so she chose the cat. The rest of us can only pray for good luck.

Chapter 79 Poisoning

Snape stared at the empty potion bottle, still in a daze.

Dumbledore sighed softly, "Let's go, Severus."

Then he looked at Harry Ron:

"You two should be more careful lately, and try to go straight back to the dorm after class."

After the professors left, Harry said angrily:

"I didn't do it! That wretched Snape is deliberately making trouble for me again. If Hermione hadn't testified for me, I would have been framed by him!"

Poor Stanford… Hermione probed:

"Do you think it's possible that he asked you where you were last night to help you? If anyone could vouch for you, he could easily remove you from the list of suspects."

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, seemingly shocked by her novel remarks.

The next second, Snape's gloomy face flashed through both of their minds, and Harry waved his hands repeatedly, saying:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Ron chimed in:

"Hermione, are you alright? That's Snape!"

Sensing the two's resolute emotions, Hermione looked helpless.

Fine, Si Jiao, you can go move the mountain yourself, I can't help you anymore.

"I really don't know why Snape is always targeting me!"

Harry looked indignant, even though he had never provoked him.

"It's probably because he graduated from Slytherin. They're all like that. Look at Malfoy."

Ron expressed the Gryphon family's disdain for the Slytherin people.

Hermione's eyes darted around, and she suddenly said:

"Harry, do you want Snape to treat you more normally from now on?"

Harry nodded. "You have a way?"

Hermione smiled mysteriously, leaned close to Harry's ear, and whispered two words.

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief:

"What kind of crazy idea is this? Are you serious?"

"Trust me, go back and try it and you'll see. Even if it doesn't work, it won't get any worse, right?"

Hermione coaxed.

Just as Harry was struggling with his decision, Hermione looked down into the empty corridor.

I felt like it looked familiar when I arrived this morning.

I finally recognized him just now.

Isn't this the place where she used to beat up the giant?

This really is a place where accidents happen frequently.

And a brief moment of remembrance for the departed, Quirrell.

After the memorial service ended, Harry finally came to his senses, as if he had made up his mind about something.