Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 64 Special Contribution Award

Professor McGonagall looked at the secret room left by Slytherin unexpectedly. The dark and humid environment made her expression dignified, and even her breathing was a little difficult.

"Oh, it's really disturbing that such a place still exists in the underground of Hogwarts."

Her eyes moved away from the treacherous ceiling, and fell on the three little ones who were all injured, "How could you break into such a dangerous thing."

Realizing that he was still alive, Ron touched his body excitedly, "Where's my injury, what's the injury, oh, it's gone, it's really gone!"

With one arm around Fox's neck, Ron rubbed his face against Fox excitedly, "You saved me, didn't you? I remember your tears."

Harry and Hermione smiled at each other, and he looked at Professor McGonagall for the rest of his life, "Professor, we won, the basilisk was killed."

"I know, but you shouldn't take such a risk." Professor McGonagall clutched his chest with some heartache, his expression serious, "Since you have violated dozens of school rules, I will detain you—"

Before Professor McGonagall finished speaking, Dumbledore interrupted her directly, "Minerva, don't worry too much."

He smiled benevolently through his half-moon glasses, "We should be more lenient with them, shouldn't we?"

Patting Harry on the head, Dumbledore smiled and said, "Let's go, we have to get out of here first."

Hogwarts Infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey was painstakingly treating the wounds for the three of Harry.

She wrapped Harry's whole body tightly with long bandages, like an Egyptian mummy.

"Madame Pomfrey, is this really necessary?"

Harry waved his stiff arms and legs, thinking about how he was going to solve the problem of going to the bathroom later.

"Oh, poor Harry, you don't even know how many wounds you have, it's necessary."

Madam Pomfrey held Ron on the hospital bed, and poured a large bottle of dark green potion into his mouth.

"Ummmmmm... Pang... Ma'am, I can't drink anymore, really..."

Ron struggled desperately, and the bitter taste in his mouth made his eyebrows almost twist together.

"This can quickly replenish your physical strength. It's not good to be exhausted." Madam Pomfrey opened the curtain, revealing the remaining six large bottles of potion on the shelf.

"Mr. Weasley, please drink it all within 10 minutes, or we will have to start from the beginning." Madam Pomfrey warned.

Ron hiccupped loudly, and when he saw that there were still six large bottles of potion, he hurriedly pulled a tin bucket, and "wow" threw up.

Madam Pomfrey shook her head, then turned her gaze to Hermione, who immediately backed away in fright, "Madam Pomfrey, I'm completely healed, really, thank you."

"Oh, Miss Granger, if you hadn't been cured by me, I'd have given you some more potions."

In today's infirmary, all the beds have been vacated.

Under the action of the mandrake, Mrs. Norris and Colin Creevey both got rid of the petrification effect and went back to recuperate.

Not long after, Dumbledore came over with Hardy, Snape, and Professor McGonagall, who had sealed the Slytherin chamber.

Except for a few of them, no one can break in wantonly, even if the mysterious person comes.

"Oh, Poppy, can we have a private talk?" asked Headmaster Dumbledore, sitting by Harry's hospital bed.

Madam Pomfrey pushed the six large bottles of potion in front of Ron, "Of course, by the way, please supervise Mr. Weasley to finish drinking these."

Hearing this, Ron vomited more diligently holding the tin bucket.

Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey left the infirmary together. Dumbledore, Hardy, and Snape looked at the three little ones in the room.

"Now, let's go over everything." Blinking, Dumbledore smiled.

Harry looked at Hermione and Ron, and after a little thought, couldn't help but ask, "Principal Dumbledore, will we be punished?"

Dumbledore looked at Hardy and Snape, "Of course not, children, you have eradicated the basilisk and rescued the students of Hogwarts."

"To be honest, we are discussing whether we should give you three schools special contribution awards." Dumbledore said: "As for the punishment..."

He paused, "Is there any punishment that is more severe than putting you in a dangerous situation?"

"That would be great!" Ron wiped his mouth with the tin bucket in his arms, "If mom knew, I would die a very ugly death."

"Tell me, Harry Potter." Snape said indifferently at the door of the infirmary, "From the beginning to the end, what do you know and what have you experienced."

Adjusting his glasses, Harry took a deep breath and began to talk about their suspicion that Malfoy was the heir to the Chamber of Secrets.

When he heard that they were preparing to make Polyjuice Potion, Snape straightened up suddenly, "I knew it!"

The three little ones were obviously taken aback by Snape, and all lowered their heads.

They disrupted Snape's Potions class and stole into his storage room in order to obtain the ingredients for making Polyjuice Potion, which was enough to deduct dozens of points from Gryffindor.

However, Dumbledore stood up again and promised that the three of Harry would never receive additional punishment.

"Miss Granger, tell me about your experience in the bathroom." Hardy started the topic again.

"Okay, Professor Ollivander." Hermione gave him an excited look.

"Originally, I was waiting for Harry and Ron in the bathroom, but the scales of the basilisk accidentally fell into the polyjuice potion, which caused an explosion."

Hardy nodded as expected, "Sure enough, the effect of the compound decoction and the scales of the basilisk will produce an explosive potion out of control effect."

Not far away, Dumbledore and Snape were also very surprised by this. This is a situation that has not been recorded in the potion books.

"Later, the explosion exposed the pipes in the secret room, and I was frightened by the Myrtle who appeared suddenly, so I accidentally fell down."

When mentioning Myrtle, Hermione showed a guilty expression on her little face. Because of her, she completely destroyed the bathroom where the other party lived.

"And then?" Hardy asked.

Hermione replied: "I was wandering outside the wall of the chamber of secrets and couldn't find a way out. It didn't take long before I encountered the basilisk. I saw its eyes with a round mirror, and then I lost consciousness."

After learning about Hermione's situation, Dumbledore began to ask Harry.

"Oh, Headmaster, I just don't want anyone to be hurt by the Basilisk."

Harry, who was tied up as a mummy, was lying on the bed. "After Malfoy was attacked, I chased the basilisk to the secret room, and then witnessed Hermione being petrified."

"I didn't want Hermione to continue to be hurt by the basilisk, so I brought it into the Chamber of Secrets."

Dumbledore looked at Harry appreciatively, "Ah, I'm so proud of you for your courage to protect your partner."

The stories of Hermione and Harry were completed, and the whole picture of the third attack was completely revealed in front of everyone.

"Well, looking at it now, the performance of the three of you in this attack is worthy of sharing Hogwarts' special contribution award."

"Also, regarding your suspicions about Draco, I can draw conclusions—"

Dumbledore's eyes swept across the faces of the three of Harry one by one, "The heir to the Chamber of Secrets is not him."

"We all know that already," Ron muttered. "If he's really the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, the Basilisk won't attack him."

After asking about the whole process of the matter, Dumbledore left the infirmary with Hardy and others, leaving the three cubs to recuperate from their injuries.

"Hey, Hogwarts Academy Contribution Award! I never dreamed that I would get this!" Ron squatted by the sewer, secretly pouring out a large bottle of potion.

"I saw the trophy for this award in the school's trophy room before." Harry suddenly remembered, "That trophy is really big."

Last year, Hermione took herself to the school's prize showroom to see the Seeker Medal that his father had won that year.

The trophy for the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award was on the shelf next door.

"Harry reminded me that the previous winner of the Special Contribution Award seemed to be called... Tom Riddle? It should be the right name." Hermione recalled.

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