abnormal hogwarts

Obviously I can't attend today's class.

More than 70.00% of Gryffindor and Slytherin students failed.Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing was overcrowded, and those who were not seriously injured were rushed back to their dormitories.

In this case, there is no need for them to occupy precious medical resources.

The Hogwarts infirmary obviously has no experience in treating so many students at one time, so the situation in the infirmary is a bit messy. After a busy afternoon, many students' injuries were simply treated without further treatment. Treatment.

Obviously, Madam Pomfrey alone cannot handle this situation.

Many professors volunteered to help.

Professor Snape was brewing a healing potion in his office. Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick were all helping to treat the less injured students. After simple treatment, they were left to their own devices. Back to the dormitory.

Even the old homegirl Sybill Trelawney, the professor of prophecy who had been stuck in the tower for thousands of years, put down her beloved bottle of wine and participated in the work of rescuing students.

And Professor Dumbledore, who also uses the Elder Wand to repair those broken wands.

You know, a broken wand is no small matter in the wizarding world.

……

The door to the auditorium was pushed open.

A group of Gryffindor students walked in talking and laughing. Even though their faces were still bruised, they could not hide the bright smiles on their faces.

If you look closely, you will see that some of them have a beautiful shiny silver badge on their heart. The badge shows a spear thrust diagonally behind a shield.

Others who did not wear badges looked at those with badges with admiration.

It only took the twins one morning to make these badges and gave one to every Gryffindor knight who charged into battle.

The badges of other combatants are still being produced. After all, they also have a share of credit and cannot be left out.

The group of Gryffindors who were preparing to eat deliberately walked a few steps further to the Slytherin table. They walked around in a circle with their heads held high and their chests held high before returning to the Gryffindor table. Take a seat over there at the table.

Compared to Gryffindor, who had high morale, the atmosphere on Slytherin's side was a bit dull. They had changed from their usual proud attitude and were eerily quiet.

There was a Slytherin girl who couldn't bear the depressing atmosphere and sobbed softly.

The students at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were all whispering.They noticed that the long tables in the other two courtyards were almost half empty.

Those people should be the "killed personnel" who are still in the infirmary and have not come out.

This depressing atmosphere was shattered until one person stepped into the auditorium.

"Albert!"

"Albert!"

The long Gryffindor table burst into warm applause, and the applauding students couldn't help shouting Albert's name loudly.

Standing in the center of the auditorium, Albert opened his arms to the long Gryffindor table, enjoying this moment.

Then he waved his hands to signal everyone to quiet down.

"My brothers, my sisters, my friends."

Everyone fell silent and stared at the wizard standing in the center of the auditorium.

"Your applause is not for me. It is for you."

"Magic blooms only in a few souls."

"As a noble wizard, he should have a noble character worthy of this rare talent."

Albert turned and looked at Marcus Flint at the Slytherin table.

As the first student to faint in the secondary melee, he was lucky enough to be rescued by his peers immediately, so that he did not suffer much subsequent injuries and can now sit in the auditorium and enjoy lunch.

Albert turned back to Gryffindor again.

"I am very proud, among you people. There are very few such despicable people!"

"In front of me are a group of wizards with rare and noble blood! No matter what your background is, this blood has flowed in the veins of our ancestors!"

"Now, they are surging inside our bodies, tell me. Do you want it to be defiled!?"

"No! We don't want to!" Whether it was Gryffindor or Slytherin, someone responded excitedly to Albert.

"Marcus Flint, what you did is a great disgrace!"

Albert walked to the long Slytherin table, stepped on the chair next to Marcus, and looked down at Marcusu, whose face was red with anger, with contempt.

"If you feel that my words have insulted you, then please pick up your wand and have an honest wizard duel with me."

"Do you dare?" Albert said word by word.

Marcus clenched his hands tightly, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood flowed from between his fingers, but in the end he did not muster the courage to duel with Albert.

He just slumped down on the chair in despair and let go of his hand.

Albert sneered, ignored the defeated dog's inner struggle, and left Marcus.

"You must remember that a wizard who only knows how to sneak backstab and win by attacking the weak is a wizard without bones."

"What we need is not victory won by such despicable behavior! But the pride of being a wizard!"

"My fellow wizards! Long live!"

After a brief silence, a roar like a mountain roaring and a tsunami came from the auditorium.

"Wizard! Long live!"

Outside the auditorium, Snape watched everything happening in the auditorium with a gloomy expression.

Then, he turned and walked in a certain direction.

Albert, who was denounced as a "Slytherin traitor", finally sat down at the Slytherin table.

Some pure-blood students walked up to Albert and shook his hand.

"Albert, you are right, the honor of a pure-blood noble should not be tarnished by such despicable behavior."

"Flint is a disgrace to the pureblood nobility."

Albert no longer looked aloof and arrogant just now, and shook hands with them with a smile.

"Does it hurt?"

A soft and weak female voice came from Albert's side.Albert turned his head and saw a girl with clear gray-green eyes.

The girl asked again: "Does the injury on your body hurt?"

"Fortunately."

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on Albert's glorious achievements. Only the girl next to him noticed the scars left by the curse on his body.

The girl's beautiful eyebrows were lightly frowned, and a hint of worry appeared on her delicate face, which made her originally surprisingly beautiful appearance even more pity-inducing.

Only then did Albert notice that there was such a beautiful girl among Slytherin's classmates.

(Actually, the dog author didn’t think of a good hostess before)

"What's your name?" Albert asked gently, looking at the girl with a delicate face in front of him.

"Elizabeth Olsen." Scarlet light lit up on the girl's hand, and magic gathered in her palm.

She took Albert's hand and pressed her palm on the scar on the back of Albert's hand.

"This is..." Albert felt like he was soaking in a comfortable hot spring, and all the pain on his body was swept away.

The girl retracted her hand tiredly, and the warm feeling disappeared.

Albert was surprised to find that the injuries on his body that had only been treated briefly had disappeared without a trace.

After curing Albert's injuries, the little witch was very happy and smiled sweetly at Albert.

Albert felt as if his heartbeat had skipped a beat.

Oops, is this what a heartbeat feels like?

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Yes, it's the Scarlet Witch.

Ah ah ah ah ah!Omei, my wife!

Licking the screen, prprprpr…

Ah, by the way, I’ll keep updating for a while.

When I finish my thesis, I can do two updates on Wednesdays and weekends when I don’t have classes, and I can only do one update on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays when I have classes.