Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

"After Malfoy fell, his broom was blown away by the wind, and then... well, it hit the whomping willow."

"You know...that tree doesn't like other people treating it like this..."

Snape was silent, surrounded by low air pressure. He strode towards the school hospital, and every student who stood in front of him had points deducted.

When they arrived at the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey, who had already received the news, was waiting at the door early.

After seeing Malfoy's miserable state, she raised her eyebrows in disgust: "It's Quidditch again..." Madam Pomfrey pointed at Malfoy's body with her wand and babbled, "Let me tell you, The principal should cancel this dangerous sport. Students are injured every year..."

"..."

Professor McGonagall seemed to want to refute, but seeing Malfoy on the stretcher and Snape's ugly expression, he finally remained silent.

Madam Pomfrey's expression turned serious as the examination continued.

"Oh, poor child..."

Snape asked anxiously: "Is he... okay?"

Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes at him angrily: "If this kind of injury occurs on you, you can ask the headmaster to prepare a coffin!"

"Most of the bones in the body are broken...the bleeding is severe...Fortunately, the child is relatively strong and has body fat as a buffer, so the damage to the internal organs is not very serious."

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, Madam Pomfrey added: "However, his head injury is very serious. I can only deal with it briefly here. It is best to send him to St. Mungo's for observation for a few days."

"Just do it." A voice came from outside the door, and Dumbledore strode in, his eyes flashing with angry fire.

Jerry never thought that the old man who always smiled could be so scary when angry.

Behind him, two middle-aged men, a man and a woman, hurried in and saw Malfoy on the bed.

The noble-looking lady's legs gave way and she fell to the ground. Her expression was dazed, tears streaming down her cheeks: "My poor Draco, how could it be like this... He He was still alive and kicking when he came..."

Next to her, the middle-aged man had the same light blond hair as Draco and a pair of cold gray-blue eyes. He stared at Dumbledore with disgust: "Dumbledore, I need an explanation!"

"Lucius, I'm really sorry that this happened..." Dumbledore looked at him calmly, "But before discussing compensation, I think we should first understand the specific story of the matter..."

"Severus, Minerva, Mr. Yodel, Miss Granger, and Mr. Potter, could you come to my office?"

Dumbledore named a few people. Although he was asking, there was an irrefutable will in his words.

"What about me? Dumbledore." Lucius suddenly interrupted, "As a father, I have the right to know the reason why my son became like this!"

"Of course, Lucius," Dumbledore said, "Of course I won't hide it from you..."

"Wait a moment, Headmaster." Snape suddenly interrupted Dumbledore. With a sullen face, he walked up to Madam Pomfrey and said, "Madam, has Quirrell been here today?"

"Yes." Although it was a little strange, Madam Pomfrey replied, "He came here around ten o'clock in the morning. He said he had not been sleeping well recently and asked me to prescribe him some sleep aids. He should still be able to sleep now. Asleep in the cubicle..."

After hearing this, Snape strode to the compartment and opened the curtain. Sure enough, Quirrell was lying on the bed sleeping soundly. Even when he was sleeping, his head was still wrapped in the huge turban.

Snape pulled the hood off unceremoniously.

It was obvious that the potion was very effective. Even after being treated like this, Quirrell did not wake up.

Under the turban is a bald head, like a braised egg.It reflects dazzling light under the sunlight, and looks like a huge light bulb.

"What are you doing? Severus!" Lucius glared at him dissatisfied. He couldn't wait to know the reason why his son became like this, instead of wasting time here with a bald head.

Snape frowned in confusion. He raised his head and glanced at Dumbledore, who winked at him and said, "If you have any questions, please come to my office first."

Several people walked along the corridor and arrived in silence on the eighth floor of the castle, in front of two gargoyles.

"Sizzling honey candy." Dumbledore said, and the gargoyle jumped aside, revealing a slowly moving upward spiral staircase hidden behind.

This was Jerry's first time in the principal's office. There were various silver instruments placed on the thin-legged table.They made all sorts of funny little noises, buzzed and spun around the table, and puffed out smoke.

A huge flamingo was perched on a tall gilded branch behind the door, and it was chirping dissatisfied with the presence of so many people.

Dumbledore came to the table and sat down, looking past them one by one: "Minerva, tell me, you should be there..."

His voice was heavy and tired, and he looked quite guilty about the incident.

"It's all my fault." Professor McGonagall said regretfully, "I didn't notice that there was something wrong with Mr. Malfoy's broom..."

Professor McGonagall's statement was exactly the same as before. Dumbledore nodded after hearing this, and his eyes moved to Harry: "Potter, tell me, what did you see?"

Harry's voice was slightly nervous: "I was looking for the Golden Snitch at the time, but I couldn't find it. I wanted to see what was going on with Malfoy... Then I saw his broom shaking all the time. I thought it was... It's a special flying skill... As a result, he was thrown off the broom after a while..."

"Wait a minute." Dumbledore interrupted, "Are you sure it was the broom that threw him off, rather than him sliding down on his own?"

Harry recalled it and nodded firmly: "Yes, I'm sure. That broom looked crazy. I've never seen a broom like that... I wanted to catch him at the time, but I didn't have time. …”

"Very good, Potter." Dumbledore nodded appreciatively, "As far as I know, your relationship with Malfoy is not good. If you can think of saving him, you are already a qualified Gryffindor."

"Actually, it's because of Hermione." Harry was a little embarrassed. "She always said that unity and mutual help are the most important spirit of Hogwarts, just like the four founders united to build Hogwarts. I am learning mutual aid. The group also got to know a lot of Slytherins, and they are all very nice people..."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Dumbledore." Lucius shouted. From what Harry said, it seemed that the broom itself had malfunctioned, which he couldn't accept. "That broom was mine in Diagon Alley." There will be no problem if you order!”