Hogwarts Melting Ice Journey

"Okay, now it's time to explain the previous situation." Piette and Stephen faced off in a secret place in the dense forest.

"I don't know what happened." Stephen shrugged, he was also confused now.

"Your friend even knows some weird black magic." Piette put down his wand and found a place to sit down and rest. "The spells she cast are full of weirdness. But what makes me most curious is, Why would those elves obey her commands?"

"We can only think about this later." Stephen insisted that this matter was full of weirdness from beginning to end.

"Damn it, they're here again." Piette cast a thunderbolt explosion in the distance, blowing up a forest and slightly blocking the elves' progress, "Why do they always find you?"

"I" Before Stephen could even begin to think, he was grabbed by Piette and ran away.

But before running far, Stephen was hit by a green light.

"Ah" he screamed and fell to the ground. Piette hurriedly turned back to look at him.

"Damn it, it's the Death Curse." Before Piet could fully react, another green light flew towards him and hit him directly, "S..."

Piet looked reluctantly at the direction where the green light was flying. He knelt down and collapsed, completely losing his life.

Stephen lay on the ground, looking sideways at Piet's death. He slowly closed his eyes, "It seems that my journey is finally over."

He completely lost sight, his breathing continued to weaken, and his consciousness continued to blur, until a series of shouts woke him up again.

"Stephen, wake up, Stephen." "Wake up, Stephen." "Look, his fingers moved."

It was Martin's voice, and Rowan's. Among the noisy shouts, the most anxious voice was Petunia's.

"He's awake. He's awake. Go call Madam Pomfrey."

"Quiet, I don't mind kicking you all out." Madam Pomfrey's voice appeared not far away, "Thank God, he finally woke up."

Stephen struggled to open his eyes, but the bright light made him unable to open them for a while. It took a while before he could squint and observe the surrounding situation.

"How do you feel?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she examined Stephen.

"It doesn't seem to be good." Stephen felt that his head hurt, and he still hadn't realized what was going on, "What happened?"

"You suddenly fainted in the kitchen three days ago. Petunia and the elves saved your life." Martin walked up to Stephen and explained, "We rushed back after hearing the news. Do you still remember what happened? What happened?"

"Let me think about it." Stephen suppressed his headache and recalled the situation he encountered, but he couldn't think of anything. "Well, the headache affected me. I'm afraid I won't be able to remember it for a while."

"It's okay, Stephen, you can remember slowly. You really scared me at that time." Martin moved a position, allowing Penny to face Stephen's eyes. "You collapsed without warning. In the kitchen, it fell off the long table, and by the way, your pocket watch also fell off at that time."

"It seems like something happened again." When Stephen heard about the pocket watch, he realized that this matter was probably closely related to the treasure trove, but now he only had some vague memories.

"Did I really be in a coma for three days?" He turned to look at Martin.

"Yes." Martin nodded.

"Okay, the patient needs to rest. You all need to get out." Madam Pomfrey finally reached her limit and kicked the three of them out of the school hospital. "This is already the most lenient situation. Don't push it too far."

Rowan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he had not said a word to Stephen until now, but he saw Pomfrey's gloomy face and wisely closed his mouth.

"You can be discharged from the hospital after one more day of rest." After Mrs. Pomfrey drove the three of them out of the campus hospital, she walked to Stephen's bed and said, "It's nothing serious, but your mental state is indeed not very good. I'll give it to you. Prescribe some refreshing medicine, it will help you."

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey." Stephen thanked Madam Pomfrey with a smile.

......

"...This is what happened." Stephen, Rowan, Martin and Petunia were sitting in Hagrid's hut, drinking tea and talking about what Stephen had encountered in the fantasy world.

"Wait, you mean I commanded the elves to attack you." Penny was very surprised by what Stephen introduced, "Are you mistaken?"

"Shouldn't we ask why your and Stephen's descriptions of the cause of the incident are completely opposite?" Rowan put down the teacup in his hand, "Thank you, Hagrid."

"You're welcome, Rowan. To be honest, I'm glad you're here and consider me a true friend." Hagrid grinned broadly at Rowan and refilled his cup.

"Why don't you make sure that thing is still there?" Martin asked, holding his chin, "You probably didn't give it to the Piet you mentioned, right?"

"That's my impression." Stephen nodded, took out a cloth bag and fumbled for it. The touch on his hand clearly told him that he had touched it.

"It seems to be the same as the book I got." Stephen raised the wall clock with both hands and placed it on the table. "They can ignore the limitations of the environment and become something in reality."

"So what is this?" Rowan opened his eyes curiously and observed the wall clock. "It looks very ordinary, just like our common wall clocks."

"I don't know." Stephen leaned back on the chair. In his impression, the Weasley family's wall clock should not be like this. It also marked the status of the Weasley family members. But here, there is only time. If there is any real difference, I am afraid it is only that it is two hours slower than the current time.

"The treasure house brings more and more mysteries." Martin said casually as if unconsciously.

"Well, personally, I don't recommend you to find any treasure house. That thing is too dangerous and even killed a student." Hagrid looked very uncomfortable, and his tone was completely different from before. So enthusiastic, "Okay, okay, everyone, it's getting late, you should go back."

"But we" Rowan glanced at Stephen, found what he was indicating with his eyes, and immediately cut off what he wanted to say.

"Stephen, what's wrong?" Rowan asked Stephen just after leaving Hagrid's hut, "We really haven't been here long."

"Mr. Nerd, you can take a closer look." Petunia complained to Rowan, "Knowledge is not just in books."

"Of course I know, isn't it just that Hagrid's tone is a little strange?" Rowan countered, "Wait, you mean the treasure trove."

"What if, Mr. Nerd?"

"It seems Hagrid knows something." Rowan looked back at the hut, "We have to find a chance to investigate."

"No need, what Hagrid said is not the same as what we are looking for." Stephen stopped Rowan. He didn't want to waste time and cause more trouble for himself now. "We have more important things to do." .”