From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Chapter 483 Dumbledore's guess

"Professor William, Professor Lupin, can you go and take Harry to the school hospital first?"

Dumbledore carefully unwrapped Harry from the mass of humanoid matter, his tone relaxed, "Let Madam Pomfrey take care of him, and then you can come back to my office."

"Okay, Professor."

William stepped forward and waved his wand, made a lot of bandages with his wand, and then used them to weave a simple stretcher to catch Harry, while Lupin started to use his wand desperately to put out the surrounding flames, Make way for their direction of travel.

With Lupin leading the way, William briefly inspected Harry's injury.

He was injured very, very badly, except for the head protected by the reinforced bubble head spell, and his body was covered with large burns - but this was not the most serious part, his face was as pale as paper, completely No blood was seen, the whole person was in a continuous coma, and the whole person was completely devoid of the state that a normal wizard should have, like a squeezed lemon, looking wrinkled.

If it wasn't for Dumbledore not asking for the use of potions, William would have been a life-saving potion at this moment - but he was extremely unfamiliar with this state and did not dare to use drugs indiscriminately.

Since the headmaster just asked him to send people to Madam Pomfrey's side, he didn't do anything unnecessary, and directly stabilized the stretcher in the most stable state with magic, and trotted with Lupin all the way to the hospital.

Madam Pomfrey had already been awakened by the strange noise in the castle. She looked at Harry in surprise, but didn't say anything extra, just opened her mouth to tell William and the others that Harry's life has been maintained, and now she needs to concentrate Go to therapy, so the unrelated people can leave.

William, who was finally relieved after leaving the hospital, could no longer contain his curiosity, "Professor Lupin, why are you with Karkaroff? When did the principal come?"

"Well, Karkaroff-" Lupin glanced nervously at the closed door of the school hospital, his eyes full of worry "this is a good question, I don't know why he was arrested by Professor Moody, he I was rushing to put out the fire and put people in my place..."

The co-author was caught by Moody - that's not surprising, Moody's main target for defense this semester is Karkaroff, and his wand was accidentally attacked by William...

What he said, Karkaroff said he was going to run for his life, why did he suddenly return to Hogwarts, he thought that Karkaroff had other plans and deceived him.

"As for Dumbledore," Lupin twirled irritably, "he showed up suddenly, took Snape, and then he told me to let Karkaroff go, just as Professor Flitwick arrived. , he stayed outside to guard the students, and a few of us came in to deal with the fire."

Lupin cursed as he spoke, "There are actually enough people, that Snape guy has to go into the Gryffindor lounge..."

The usual Lupin was not so irritable, but now—William can understand that Harry was still lying inside. Although Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey felt all right, Lupin obviously couldn’t be so at ease all of a sudden.

"Calm down, keep your head and breathe, there's no problem with rescue," William spread his hands, "I have collected several precious raw materials for resurrection medicine during this time, as you know, it's really not enough to use one medicine. Go down, you can pinch him a body, and it is guaranteed to be as easy to use as the original, but the cost is higher."

Taking advantage of the time before the release of Professor Snape's new work, he, the initiator who knew that prices would fluctuate sharply, bought several potions at a high price in case he needed it, which is why he looked at his head and was still not worried. important reason.

"Just that Snape..." A smile finally appeared on Lupin's face-although he was not very good at potions, he still knew something about resurrection, which most of the potions belonged to black magic rituals.

"It's true, at least the head is well wrapped by the bubble head spell..."

He finally made up his mind, he had seen the herbs William bought, just like William said - it's amazing to use potions below the head to stimulate another one. If it doesn't involve resurrection, it's not even black magic. It's just a matter of knowledge in the gray field, and it's not a big problem.

Although he was a little skeptical that Madam Pomfrey could treat Harry's injury, he was very sure that Harry would not be treated worse, and he was optimistic about the treatment when he had a clue.

"Speaking of which, it's You-Know-Who..." Lupin was finally able to turn his attention to other places, "If Snape and Karkaroff hadn't personally identified him, I wouldn't have believed that he actually became a group. A humanoid existence..."

"Yeah, and he didn't go straight to Harry with his wand and tried to burn him to death - but he wasn't burnt..."

William was stuck, because the Dark Lord didn't look like a human being.

"In short, we don't know how he broke through the school's protection, the school's protection is there, and we don't know why he broke through so many protections but just wrestled with Harry without a wand, and even cast a spell without a wand. It's on fire..."

William sighed, "This is very strange, it's almost like after crossing the layers of guards at Gringotts to reach the bottom treasure house, facing the mountains of treasures inside, but not willing to pick up the treasure even a bag. Use the same..."

"Your metaphor..."

Lupin was amused by William, "How can you describe it like this, who would think about the wealth of Gringotts..."

His joke came to an abrupt end because he instantly understood where the metaphor came from.

"Ok-"

The opening of the door interrupted Lupin's speech, and Madam Pomfrey stepped out, looking exhausted, "The situation has stabilized, you can go and see him, but you need to keep quiet the whole time - he can't wake up for the time being. Come here, you need a long enough sleep to accumulate strength and use the potion to repair your body..."

Lupin resisted the urge to rush in, and only walked into the hospital with William after listening to Madam Pomfrey's speech.

Harry had changed into his hospital gown now, and his original clothes had gone into the trash can, scorched and smelled of cooked food, making people nauseous.

Lupin looked at Harry—he was a little **** now, but still horribly pale, and his hair was shaved, just like how Sirius looked some time ago...

"Eh, Madam Pomfrey, Harry's hair—he's not…"

"The operation is needed. He has a wound on his forehead, which is covered by his hair, and also on his body. Although he has been burned in many places, it can still be seen that there are several injuries that are almost close to the bones..."

"How long does it take for him to wake up?"

"At least a week of lethargy is unavoidable... Well, it's time for your visit, leave now!"

Madam Pomfrey started chasing people involuntarily—in the school hospital, she sometimes even threw Dumbledore away, which was quite normal.

The two had no reason to stay. Dumbledore still had things to talk about, and both of them were at the moment of the most curious moment, so no one delayed, and went straight to Dumbledore's office.

—

Today's headmaster's office even felt crowded. The four deans were there, Moody was there, and a group of people gathered around there. Dumbledore didn't speak, and no one spoke.

After William and the others arrived, Dumbledore finally stopped looking at the middle table and looked at them.

"Is Harry okay?"

"Mrs. Pomfrey said she needed to be in a coma for more than a week, but the injury has stabilized."

"That's good," Dumbledore nodded, "please sit down, Professor William, and find a chair, and maybe we should talk about something serious."

As William and Lupin sat down, he finally saw what the deans were looking at.

It was an inhuman being, almost charred, and a powerful spell had struck him, killing him.

If William guessed correctly, this coke-like thing is the existence that Harry hugged tightly not long ago.

"Is it, or he, dead?"

William looked at the presence on the table, to Moody—he wasn't judging whether he was dead or alive, but wanted to know how he died.

"Karkaroff moved his hand," Moody said with a strange look on his face, "Albus was going to take him alive, and then Karkaroff took out his wand and pointed it at himself, claiming that either Dumbledore Take Voldemort, he committed suicide on the spot, the friendship between the two schools completely collapsed, or let him kill Voldemort himself."

? ? ?

And this operation?

There was a look of surprise on William's face - should he be Karkaroff?

Anyway, let him think that he couldn't think of such a slapstick operation, threatening Dumbledore with his own life - but he can't beat him, you Dumbledore can't stop me from committing suicide.

He could even imagine the frantic face of Karkaroff's bet on his life, and he obviously won the bet.

Voldemort's loyal Death Eater, he did not hesitate to die with him - yes, just like his crazy performance of preparing to escape before, when Voldemort appeared before him, if he didn't kill him, I'm afraid he would regret it in his life...

"So we can only be blackmailed by him..."

The expression on Snape's face was also very strange, but judging from Karkaroff's performance, William suspected that Snape's strange expression did not come from the death of the Dark Lord, but rather a bit of hands-on. my regret...

'Really let Professor Moody's say halfway, the Alliance of Betrayers... fight one by one..."

"Okay, don't talk about Karkaroff..."

Dumbledore sighed and shook his head, "It can't be that a headmaster of the Triwizard Tournament died as a guest at Hogwarts, or in front of a group of professors..."

So Karkaroff can really play - if he dies, Durmstrang's people will never accept it, and their headmaster will kill himself under the onlookers of Hogwarts headmaster and professors? You Hogwarts lied to us when we were three years old?

However, judging from the calm attitude of the professors present, Karkaroff’s wave was at best a head-scratcher—William felt that the professors present had plans to kill Voldemort, even Dumbledore might be no exception.

"Now, what we can confirm is that the same scene happened three years ago..."

When Dumbledore actually spoke, William was stunned for a moment - the same as three years ago?

Fortunately, Dumbledore began to explain to him.

"At that time, Professor William didn't come to you. The school's self-defense course—of course it wasn't called that name at the time, was in charge of Professor Quirrell."

"And unfortunately, Professor Quirrell and Voldemort at the time," Dumbledore glanced at William, "that is, the one lying on the table, reached an agreement."

"He brought Voldemort back to life, and Voldemort personally instructed him in black magic and some other things, and maybe other..."

"They were eyeing the Philosopher's Stone. I found out about this plan, and asked Hagrid to bring the Philosopher's Stone back to Hogwarts, and the professors here personally arranged a mechanism to guard it, but Quirrell managed to get through the level successfully. In the end, until Harry himself went to stop him."

Dumbledore briefly and William recounted the situation at the time, "It was the same at the time, Harry tried his best to use his magical power to stop Quirrell and let him finally die in the school - he was also the first to die. The professor on the post…”

'No wonder…'

William suddenly realized that it was because of the dead that he could not find the professor for the time being, so he went to the ghost place of Azkaban to find someone... He co-authored the previous professor and played himself to death with Hu Miaopi.

"And this time, too, but Professor Quirrell never hurt him again... So, he was left here."

"Okay, that's about it, everyone can disperse, in order to prevent unnecessary panic - please don't tell the students that this time it was Voldemort's own hands, this disaster was a disaster that came from being sent to prison. The trap laid out by the Death Eaters was sent to the school in the form of gifts on Easter Day. The school will inspect the gifts on a large scale and quickly cooperate with the Ministry of Magic to search the rest of the Death Eater's arrangements. "

"Professor William, stay here... Your efforts to avoid the worst tonight, I think, we need some special, um, awards..."

There were still many doubts in William's mind, UU reading www.uukanshu. com but can only be put on hold for the time being.

When all the professors left, Dumbledore's face immediately became tense, "Professor William - you are the first to arrive at the scene, do you trust my judgment?"

"I do not believe."

"I don't believe it either," Dumbledore said decisively. "I can now say with certainty that he is not dead, and I even speculate that he is healthier than before!"

"But I can't figure it out - why did he activate this significant back-hand to remind me, even I think it's the last threatening back-hand he deploys when he has the ability..."

Dumbledore looked at the remains of Voldemort on the table, "I don't know, it's even trickier than the others, but it's just cracked..."

As he spoke, he took out a book and handed it to William, "It was originally intended to be given to you after our first action—Professor William, you always have a sharpness and audacity that other wizards don't have..."

"Maybe you can guess... I don't understand..."