Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

Quirrell died, and Voldemort escaped alone. Only four Andres and one Peter Pettigrew were still lying on the ground and wailing.

However, at this time, Harry seemed to have fainted due to the close contact with Voldemort, and the scar on his forehead caused him great pain.

Andre was not feeling well at this moment. Although the battle with the basilisk ended in victory, the beast caused considerable harm to him.

After driving away Voldemort, he could hardly stand. Fortunately, Hermione saw this scene, and she hurriedly ran forward and helped him.

"Don't worry about me yet, let Pettigrew drink this." Andre waved his hand and took out the bottle of Veritaserum that he had prepared long ago from his pocket.

"But didn't he already say it?" Hermione did not understand what Andre meant. She thought that Pettigrew had already told the truth before, and there was no need to feed him the bottle of Veritaserum again.

Andre smiled: "The Ministry of Magic will not believe the words of our little wizards. This guy will definitely retort when the time comes. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will not dare to criticize a person who has received the first-class medal of the Order of Merlin. The author force-fed Veritaserum, so we had to do it."

"Okay." Hermione nodded, first helped Andre sit down, and then walked to Pettigrew: "Mr. Peter, I don't think you want me to knock you out first and then feed you. Go down."

While saying this, Hermione pointed her wand at the middle-aged man whose face was already full of fear.

Glancing in the direction where Voldemort was retreating, Pettigrew finally did not dare to resist. He drank the bottle of Veritaserum with his eyes closed.

"Ron, now I can only ask you to find Professor McGonagall." Andre said to the only boy here who could still move, covering his wound that was starting to hurt.

"I don't think it's necessary." But before he could finish his words, an old and soft voice suddenly sounded, and Dumbledore came.

"I have to praise you. You are the bravest first-year students I have ever seen." The old principal had a gentle smile on his face. He seemed to know everything: "But this behavior is a bit too reckless. I I think your dean’s wife will definitely disapprove of it.”

"Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione and Ron both exclaimed.

"Andre, you don't mind if I call you that." Dumbledore nodded to the two young wizards, then looked at Harry, who was still in a coma, and then said to Andre.

Of course Andre would not object: "Of course, Professor Dumbledore."

"I think what you need most now is to go to Madam Pomfrey's place to recuperate for a while. But Andre, you have to wait a little longer. The basilisk's poison is not easy to cure. Fortunately, I have a suitable solution here." Medicine." Dumbledore smiled and stretched out his arm, and a big bird with red feathers suddenly appeared out of thin air: "This is my phoenix, you can call it Fawkes."

As he spoke, he took out a small cup from his robe and placed it under Fox's head. The phoenix glanced sideways at Andre before lowering his head and shedding a few big tears.

"Okay, pour this on the wound, you will be fine soon." Dumbledore handed over the cup.

Andre immediately took it, and the extremely precious tears rolled around in the cup like pearls. He carefully poured it onto the wound where the venom was injected by the basilisk. A cool feeling quickly replaced the original intense feeling. pain.

Seeing Andre's relaxed expression, Hermione on the side finally breathed a sigh of relief. She pursed her lips and said to Dumbledore: "Professor Dumbledore, how did you know we are here? Professor McGonagall Say you went to London and were not at school."

"Regarding this, I have indeed arrived in London, but I just happened to feel that I had to go back to school. Now it seems that my hunch was indeed right, but it is a pity that I arrived a little late. Although I felt the settings on the Mirror of Erised The magic is triggered by others, but you have to know that the elderly are always a little slow." Dumbledore explained patiently.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and then said: "Professor Dumbledore, I think we have something else to tell you about this Peter Pettigrew."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded. He glanced at Pettigrew, who had a frightened look in his eyes, and then looked at Hermione seriously.

The little witch organized her words before speaking: "Peter Pettigrew just told us that it was he who betrayed Harry's parents 11 years ago, not Sirius. He was the servant of the mysterious man. "

"Oh!" Even Dumbledore was surprised when he heard this. He really didn't know about this matter, otherwise he would not sit back and watch Black being captured in Azkaban. It was even a case without trial. case.

"We...we fed him Veritaserum. You can ask him personally." Hermione was still a little worried when talking about the Veritaserum. This was not a potion that good students should use.

However, Dumbledore did not mean to blame her. Instead, he smiled and comforted her: "Don't worry, kid, you did the right thing. Sometimes we always have to think of less correct ways to deal with some bad guys."

After saying that, he did not go to interrogate Pettigrew immediately. Instead, he turned around and walked to Harry, picked him up, carefully looked at the little lion's face, and then said to the other three little wizards: "Here we go. Come with me, I have already informed the Ministry of Magic, but now I think you still need to take a rest."

Hermione subconsciously glanced at Andre first, and saw him walking obediently to Dumbledore's side before following his footsteps.

"Grab my arm, I'm sure you don't want to walk back down this long path now." Dumbledore said softly.

The three little wizards immediately reached out and firmly grasped their principal's slightly thin arm.

"Very well, then, let's set off."

The world was spinning for a while, as if the air around them was squeezing towards them.

By the time a few people could open their eyes, they had arrived at the school infirmary of Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey all looked at the four first-year wizards with serious faces.

"I thought Apparition was not allowed at Hogwarts." Hermione, who had not yet fully recovered, did not notice the two ladies with raised eyebrows.

"Of course, but the headmaster always has some privileges, doesn't he?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

Ron was a little scared now. He glanced at the dean of his college, but he still mustered up the courage and said to the principal: "Professor Dumbledore, we seem to have taken Scabbers... no, I mean that little boy Peter Dwarf was forgotten there."

"Don't worry about this, Mr. Weasley, I will go and bring him back. Now, you have to let Madam Pomfrey give you a good check-up, especially Andre and Harry."