Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Muffled thunder sounded in the sky one after another. Under the influence of the wind, the dark clouds gathered together and continuously collided and shrank. After a burst of thunder, it finally sprinkled with rapid rain.

The students on the grass had already left the scene, but Eric was still standing there, wearing a white shirt and black wizard pants, staring closely at the fallen wooden wall and the wooden thorns on it. Discourse.

Even after experiencing Sunday's battle, he still maintains a nonchalant attitude towards the magical world, not only because he has a system, but also because he believes from the beginning that this is just a fairy tale world and the threat is not that great. .Especially after Wushang killed three enemies, his contemptuous attitude towards the enemies made him even more arrogant.

But what happened today taught him a thorough lesson. School is not a pure land, and the enemy is not a sheep. It will also hide in the dark, like a poisonous snake, spraying venom on unwary prey.

"It's good that the host understands. Since your accident happened a month ago, I haven't seen your cautious attitude for a long time."

This sentence was refreshed in the system log. Eric read it and remained silent.

He took out a few pieces of paper from Little Eric's notes that he had torn out from his backpack, and silently looked at some of the thoughts written by Little Eric on them. He waited until the rain almost wet the paper before putting it away. .

Wiping the rain off his face, Eric glanced at the wooden wall for the last time, turned and walked towards the castle.

The school doctor's office was on the second floor of the castle. He arrived there quickly. Looking at the anxious classmates gathered around the door, Eric asked, "How is the situation now?"

Jimmy's roommate, a black boy named Jack Falconer, was lying at the door of the school infirmary, looking into the school infirmary through the crack in the door. When he heard Eric's question, he looked back at him and said: "The situation is very serious. Oops, when Madam Pomfrey saw George's wound, she said that there was a strange magical power on his wound, and she could only sprinkle white...white..."

"White powder, come and stop the bleeding," Barry Hoffman next to him said, and pushed him away impatiently: "If you don't want to look, get out of the way. I'll take a look at the current situation inside."

Falconer was pushed away by Barry, scratched his head, and continued to Eric: "Originally Madam Pomfrey wanted to make the piece of wood smaller and take it out, but she couldn't change it, and Professor McGonagall tried again. After a while, they still failed. I heard them say that the thing was the same as something, until finally Professor McGonagall conjured a saw and sawed off the wood."

Eric frowned and looked at a group of classmates scratching the cracks of the door: "Then what are you doing around the door?"

"Mrs. Pomfrey wouldn't let us stay in, saying it would affect his treatment of George. Crown said that his parents were both doctors in the Muggle world, so Madam Pomfrey kept him to kill him, and Fred was also Stay inside." Falconer shrugged, suddenly with a serious expression, he kicked the classmates behind him, knocking all of them to the ground when they were caught off guard. He stood still and faced Eli. A voice shouted from behind: "Good afternoon, Principal Dumbledore."

The students who were staggered by his kick were about to reprimand him when they suddenly heard his shout. They all scrambled to their feet, lowered their heads and stayed away from the door, and stood obediently by the wall.

Eric turned around and saw Professor Dumbledore with the short Professor Flitwick, and Professor Snape, who was holding bottles and jars with a look of disgust on his face, standing behind him.

Snape looked at Eric who was soaked all over, with curly hair sticking to his head, and the legs of his pants were still dripping slowly, and the look of disgust on his face seemed to overflow.

"Okay kids, Madam Pomfrey will cure your classmates. Please don't make any noise here and go back to the dormitory as soon as possible."

Principal Dumbledore looked at the little wizards in front of him with a smile. He stretched out the Elder Wand and pointed it at Eric's clothes. A burst of magic instantly surged through his clothes, emitting a burst of steam to dry them: "Child, You'll catch a cold in wet clothes, and I'm sure Mr. Filch would be unhappy to see you soaking the corridor."

After doing all this, Dumbledore opened the door to the school doctor's office and walked in with the two professors.

The students looked at each other, whispered to each other, and left together. Looking at Eric who had no intention of leaving, Aaliya pulled his sleeve: "Aren't you leaving? Welfare?"

"You go back first." Eric shook his head and walked into the school doctor's room.

The beds in the school infirmary are divided into two rows. At this moment, Li Qiaodan is lying on the fifth bed on the right with his left arm hanging, eyes closed and groaning. Mrs. Huo Qi is not in the school infirmary and is probably sent back to her dormitory. rest.Diagonally across from Lee Jordan's bed, several white screens surrounded a bed. The lightning reflected from the window projected several figures onto the white cloth. They were the figures of Dumbledore, Snape and Professor McGonagall. .

Jimmy Crowne came out of the school doctor's office with a basin in his hand, trotted all the way into the screen, and whispered: "Mrs. Pomfrey, the potion you asked me to dilute is ready."

"Thank you, Mr. Crown."

Walking closer, Eric heard Professor McGonagall's voice and Fred's small choking sound.

"Severus, do you have any blood-replenishing potions over there? The effect of white essence on this child's wounds is too weak. If this continues, the child will bleed to death."

He heard a strong and unfamiliar female voice, which must be Madam Pomfrey.

Snape's voice sounded, his tone unhurried: "Unfortunately, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's stupid teaching during class yesterday used up my inventory, and I only have the last two left. bottle."

Professor McGonagall's body swayed, and Eric turned around the screen and saw the anxious look on her face: "Two bottles are definitely not enough, Albus, we must find a way to send him to St. Mungo's."

Jimmy once again ran out of the screen with a basin and passed him by. His hands were trembling a little because he was so nervous that he didn't even see Eric standing on his left.

Eric's eyes saw the blood in the basin and the scarlet bandage, as well as the wooden thorn that had been pulled out by Professor Dumbledore, and the hideous hole in George's body.

Due to excessive blood loss, his face lost its rosy luster, and his pale skin reflected his red hair, like a weak flame burning on the pillow, which could be blown out by a gust of wind at any time.

The wound around the chest was sprinkled with white powder, which had turned into a mixture of white and red due to the blood. Professor Dumbledore put down the wooden thorn in his hand, looked at George on the bed, and looked at The anxious Professor McGonagall nodded: "Minerva, please go and communicate with George's parents. I'll say hello to St. Mungo's and let Mr. and Mrs. Weasley meet you there directly."

As he spoke, he turned his head, looked at Professor Flitwick, who had been silent beside him, and continued: "Filius, I hope you can bring Mr. Foley to my office later. I also want to discuss this afternoon." understand the situation.”

Professor McGonagall then saw Eric standing behind her and glared at him with a frown, as if to say you shouldn't be standing here at this time.Then he turned to Principal Dumbledore and said: "Albus, I don't think what happened today has anything to do with Mr. Foley. I saw what happened next at the scene. Mr. Foley also tried his best to save Weiss." Mr. Lai..."

Professor Dumbledore raised his hand to stop Professor McGonagall from continuing to speak: "Don't worry, Minerva, I'm not looking for trouble with Mr. Foley, I just want to know something. In addition, Severus, I would like to ask You can give another Weasley a bit of a palliative later, he's in dire need of calming down."

The second part of the sentence he said was pointing at Fred. After they came in, Fred stopped crying there, but he kept sobbing, and his body was out of breath from every sob. Trembling for breath.

Professor Snape nodded gloomily, rummaged through the bottles and jars to find a test tube, pulled out the oak cork, and let Fred take a sip, which immediately stopped his sobbing.