Overturning Hogwarts

Fortunately, things changed quickly and Ron was hospitalized.

Zhang Rui was finally free from the vengeful woman - he no longer had to go to the cafeteria to find Ron, he could just go to the school hospital.

"I didn't expect such a small thing to be so poisonous. My hand hurts as if it's about to break." Ron's wounds turned green, and his hand swelled twice as much as before.

"Yeah, if I had known I could have divined in advance." Zhang Rui continued, "It's not that I'm incompetent, it's that I didn't divine."

"What I didn't expect was that I was also bitten and I was already in the hospital. Why are you okay? You were bitten twice!"

Ron looked dejectedly at Zhang Rui, who was sitting by the bed and looking at him with a rosy face and full of energy, although his hands were bandaged.

"When I went back, I remembered that Hagrid said that fire dragons are poisonous, so I gave myself some blood to drain out the poison. Your brother doesn't raise dragons. I thought you knew this common sense, so I didn't remind you." Zhang Rui said nonsense.

"It's a bit ironic for someone born in a Muggle family to tell me common sense in the wizarding world." Ron muttered, and then remembered the big event last night, "By the way, they went to the rooftop to see off Norbert. What's the matter?"

With Harry here, how could something not happen? And it's already noon. If it was okay, they would have come to see you long ago.

The things that the protagonist encounters in his life are things that ordinary people will never encounter in ten lifetimes. Otherwise, why would he be the protagonist?

"There will be no big dangers, but small troubles will certainly be inevitable." Zhang Rui said casually.

The biggest danger is probably that Noble can be sent away. If this is discovered, he will be sent to Azkaban. Of course, Harry will not be treated like this.

As for the minor troubles, it's hard to say. There are too many possibilities and Zhang Rui has no impression. But it doesn't matter. Just ask me and I'll tell you that you can't do divination if your hands are injured.

Sure enough, not long after, Harry and Hermione came to the hospital with a depressed face.

"Things couldn't get any worse, we were caught by Filch, Professor McGonagall deducted fifty points from each of us, and Neville, Gryffindor has never lost one hundred and fifty points all at once. "

"Oh, my God! Nicholas, didn't you say that your hands can't do divination now?" Ron's first reaction was to question Zhang Rui.

Well, what can I say? This is just simple reasoning okay.

Zhang Rui was thinking about how to explain, but he found Miss Granger throwing herself into his arms and bursting into tears.

No need to explain now, Miss Granger finally did something good.

Zhang Rui actually doesn't quite understand their collective sense of honor. If you do something you think is right, you will be deducted points. If you are really so afraid of deducting points, just don't be caught by Filch. Filch is also No magic.

There is no surveillance in Hogwarts, so cover your head with a petrification spell or a coma spell.

As long as you don't get caught doing it, even if Filch sees it, it's totally fine.

To put it bluntly, Harry and the others were only in their first year, and were still at an age where school teachers and even administrators like Filch were regarded as their absolute authority. They had never thought of going against them - except for Snape.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. Isn't it just a point deduction? Look at us Hufflepuffs, we have always been at the bottom. Don't we also eat in vain?" Zhang Rui tried to comfort Ge. Miss Ranger, without any psychological barriers, hacked Hufflepuff.

Who knew Miss Granger was crying even more sadly.

"Hufflepuff is now second to last." Harry explained sadly: "We were more than a hundred points higher than you... This is probably the best ranking Hufflepuff has had in so many years. "

Hey, are you speaking in human language?

We Hufflepuffs just don't care about these false names as much as you do. After all, someone has to be the last one!

And our Hufflepuff score is low because the dean doesn’t add points randomly (Snape, I’m talking about you), and we don’t have any outstanding scorers (Miss Granger, the overachiever who loves to express herself), but we also No one was deducted 150 points for violating school rules!

Zhang Rui could only think about this in his heart, otherwise he would just rub salt into the wounds of several people.

"That's it, it's not a big deal. If I go to the Astronomy Tower tonight and get caught and get fifty points from Hufflepuff, Gryffindor will no longer be at the bottom." Zhang Rui said nothing Said with stress.

"As long as I date a few more Slytherins and Ravenclaws and get caught together, I can make Gryffindor number one."

The first thing is not necessarily to surpass others, but to drag others down.

"Pfft~"

Miss Granger finally smiled.

"It can still be like this!" Ron felt his knowledge was refreshed, "I think his method is really possible."

"No, how can we frame others? This is..."

"This is against school rules." Zhang Rui said, knowing that you guys dared to go out last night after knowing that it was against school rules, Miss Granger became more and more convinced that she said one thing and did another.

"Hate it~ learn how to talk like me."

Miss Granger punched Zhang Rui in the chest.

Just when Zhang Ruigang was lamenting that Miss Granger was a little charming, he heard the other party say: "Have you eaten? Let's go to the cafeteria together."

Sure enough, it's still the "evil" Granger. My comfort to you just now was in vain. It's really repaying kindness with enmity.

……

In the days that followed, Harry and the others became much more at ease, and did not even dare to show happy expressions in public, so as not to irritate the Gryffindor students. In addition, the final exams were coming in less than a month, and the three of them also I devoted myself fully to the intense review.

Zhang Rui couldn't keep in touch with Ron anymore and ask about the fire dragon's nerves, so as not to be dragged into reviewing by the three of them.

However, it was almost the end of the semester, and naturally those students were not the only ones who were anxious.

Quirrell, who had been unable to complete his master's task and obtain the Philosopher's Stone, became anxious and even set his sights on the "divination master" Nicholas again.

One late night, in the corridor of the castle basement, Quirrell finally waited for Zhang Rui who was alone.

Quirrell was about to take the little wizard away, but found that the front was suddenly filled with smoke.

"Have you found me? The little guy has some skills." Quirrell was very relaxed. He didn't believe that a first-year wizard could escape from him, let alone a first-year student who performed very poorly.

Although the smoke was thick, there were torches on both sides of the corridor, and the firelight still illuminated the outline of the little wizard - that was enough.

Quirrell slowly took out his wand, but heard a "sizzling" sound, just like water poured on a torch, and the little wizard was lost in the smoke.

"It's a little clever, but it's useless." Quirrell was wary, but still not too worried.

After all, he is an excellent adult wizard, and his usual incompetence is just for others to see.

And none of the people he was afraid of at this time would come to Hufflepuff.

In fact, even Filch didn't bother to come here to patrol. Hufflepuff people were too honest, or they were too lazy to run around when they were full.

"Whoosh~"

A ray of red fire struck Quirrell, and he immediately cast an iron armor spell on himself. The red light did not cause any harm to him, but Quirrell found the little wizard's wand in the direction of the red light. He cast a coma spell with his hand. .

"Passed out!"

"Bang! Bang~"

There was a sound of metal falling to the ground, probably knocking over the armor placed in the corridor.

"The breeze is coming!"

A breeze spell blew away the smoke in front of his eyes. Quirrell saw only a piece of armor scattered on the ground and a wand, but he did not see his target.

"You actually escaped my coma spell." Quirrell was about to continue chasing, but found a letter next to the wand, signed by Cornelius Fudge.

He naturally knew the name of the Minister of Magic, but why would the Minister of Magic write a letter to a first-year wizard?

Quirrell picked up the letter, opened it and read it.

As for precautions, what can a first-year wizard do without his wand? What's more, he also has an iron armor to protect his body.

The Iron Armor Spell is a protective spell that can produce a magical shield and deflect and dissipate objects and spells.

Even some employees of the Ministry of Magic cannot cast an effective Iron Armor Charm, which is far beyond the ability of a first-year wizard to break it.

Quirrell looked at the contents of the letter with a shocked expression, but felt a numbness in his legs, and then fainted on the ground.

"How is it possible? My iron armor curse has been broken?"

Before he fell into coma, Quirrell couldn't believe that a little wizard without a wand could break his iron armor spell.

"Is Dumbledore here?"

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PS: I have been writing a key point recently, so I have been a little slow, and my results are very poor...