Hogwarts in a parallel world

Chapter 10 Quidditch Accident

The climate is getting colder day by day, the sun has begun its lazy sleep, and winter is coming.

After entering mid-November, Wood encouraged the Gryffindor players almost every day. His enthusiasm was completely inversely proportional to the surrounding weather. "This is weight-bearing training," Wood shouted to his players, but Winters believed that this was not weight-bearing training at all. Gryffindor's game status under this training method was a big problem.

"I know it well." Wood couldn't listen at all.

Winters didn't say anything more to Wood. If Voldemort might really come back at any time, the only thing he could do now was to gain knowledge.He wrote his homework very quickly, but it wasn't actually much. After all, he was always the fastest to master spells.He would go to the library whenever he had time, and he would always be stuck in clicking back when he returned to the lounge.

After a Transfiguration class, he was kept by McGonagall.

"Mr. Renault, I heard that you go to the library whenever you have time now."

"Yes Professor"

"Then let's take a quiz."

"Quiz? What's the content?"

"I said target, you turn the object in front of you into what I said. Moreover, Professor Levi asked me to check which spells you have mastered recently."

Mag kept talking about the items he requested to appear, and Winters transformed those items almost simultaneously.

"Very well, very well, Winters, you finished it without saying a word. Then let's test to see if you have mastered those spells." Professor McGonagall said, turning the flames of the fireplace in the classroom into blue.

"I'll take you to the training room. It's too small here," McGonagall said.Winters was frightened but stepped into the blue flames. The moment his shoes touched the blue flames, he felt dizzy, and then he came to an empty room.

"Did you see that dummy?"Mag pointed to a rusty iron man and said.

"When you are ready, I will activate it. Your task is to defeat this iron man within the specified time, or withstand its attack."

Winters' expression suddenly darkened.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out" Professor McGonagall reassured him.Winters took a deep breath.

"Professor McGonagall, I think it's time to begin."

"Guard Activation" Professor McGonagall shouted while pointing her wand at the dummy.

"Concentrate!" Mag yelled.

The dummy's eyes lit up, glowing blue, and he took action.First, a pile of rocks flew out from the belly of the rusty iron man, but they were blocked by the shield conjured by Winters. The clanking sound was extremely loud in the empty space.

Seeing that the stone was ineffective, it began to wave his fake wand again, and a red light struck. Winters let the shield fly towards the red light. The red light hit the shield and released a flash of light. Winters already had an idea. .He waved his wand, and the shield shattered into countless tiny iron filings. Then those iron filings turned into white-hot thin lines glowing with light red, and they covered the dummy's head and face.Then there was an explosion, and the dummy transformed into a half-solid, half-liquid mixture that was still glowing red.

"Mr. Renault, you remind me of someone" Professor McGonagall said, grabbing her collar.

"My parents?" Winters asked naturally.

"The person who must not even be named" Professor McGonagall's voice became a little hoarse. "...How..." Winters didn't understand why Mag would say this.

"He did the same thing as you when he was your age. I was in a trance just now, as if I went back more than 40 years ago," Mag said in confusion.

"But you're not like him, Winters. I can't describe the feeling. If I were to tell you how your spell made me feel, it felt like a light was rushing into my head. "Here. But his spell always gives people a chill that pierces the brain." Winters found that he didn't recognize Mag.

"I am very satisfied with your performance, Mr. Renault. I hope you can continue like this. But you must remember, don't be too ambitious, and don't be satisfied with the present. If you want to come to this place, just come to my office and ask All I need is the key, and I will also find time to check your study status." Professor McGonagall returned to her normal state.

The next few weeks were as usual for Winters, in the classroom and in the library.Or go to the training room to summarize your learning situation.

Aurora and Hermione seem to have the same goal: to overwhelm each other.As a result, they involved Elena and Elsa from time to time. "Seriously, it's best not to fight against each other in the Duel Club, otherwise something will happen," Ron said worriedly.

In addition to his daily homework, Harry also has unbeatable Quidditch training.

"Is Wood crazy? Are you still training in this weather?" Winters looked at the strong wind that blew the windows. He thought there was something wrong with Wood's brain.

"It's impossible for you to win against Slytherin in this state."

"Wood said he would give us three days off before the game," George and Fred said in unison.

"He said as long as we train well, or we can take a week off early"' Joe, Anna joined the discussion.

"Yeah, it's a holiday...The result is that after completely relaxing, I find myself exhausted, and then Slytherin wins."Winters couldn't help but think of the mistake he made when he was in third grade trying to win the 3-meter championship.He let himself relax 400 days before the competition, but he almost didn't get No. 10.

"Who made him the captain?" Harry, who was engrossed in copying Hermione's homework, said angrily.

The last Quidditch match of each semester attracts the most attention because the winner has the right to choose the first opponent for the next season. This is how many cases of victory come from defeat.

The enthusiasm for Quidditch has infected most students, and the fifth and seventh grade students are so overwhelmed by their studies that they can't do anything else. Only Quidditch, a sport that involves the honor of the entire college, can allow them to relax with peace of mind. Relax.Winters wanted to cheer Gryffindor and continue his research.

"How about a holiday?" But Winters then thought: Why don't I use Christmas to give myself a holiday?

I gave up the idea.After wishing Harry good luck, Winters continued to the library. The library was surprisingly empty today.

"Aren't you going to watch the Quidditch match?" It was Elena.She was chewing on a book about the soul. The text on it was obscure and difficult to understand.

"I originally wanted to go, but I found out that Christmas will be in a few days, so I forgot about it."

"Won't you stay in school for Christmas?"

"I'm waiting for Aurora's decision." Winters took two books called "Spells and Magic Texts" and "Ancient Magic Texts Translation" and started reading. 《

"Spells and Magic Scripts" was written 700 years ago. The text on it was obscure and difficult to understand. Winters had to read it while comparing it with "Ancient Magic Script Translation". After a while, he filled up a dozen blank sheets of paper.But he extracted some very profound knowledge from these obscure words, knowledge about the formation and breaking of curses.

The book writes: Curse can be regarded as a state, and when a person is not cursed, it can be regarded as another state.The transition between these two states is bridged by a destructive magic.Whether it is to impose a curse or to remove a curse, the original state needs to be broken first, and what is needed is destructive power.

The more destructive the force is when a curse is imposed, the harder it is to remove it.But when the curse is removed, the more powerful the destructive force is, the more completely the cursed state will be broken, and the more completely the curse will be removed.So in a way, curses are the precursors of many spells.

Later, it seems that the idea of ​​​​alchemy has begun to be involved again. The key to clearing the curse is how to make the destructive magic power accurately act on the cursed state, rather than the cursed person. This is the most critical step.The idea of ​​​​alchemy is used here: man and his current state are divided into two elements.

Winters suddenly had the idea of ​​whether two curses with opposite effects could be applied to one person to cancel each other out.

The book didn't say it clearly, but it just said that such a method was extremely dangerous. Winters found that ideas related to alchemy were used in many places.Later on, we start talking about the soul, and the content is more profound and dark.Just when Winters was confused by the obscure words, he suddenly found that Elena was not moving.

"Elena...you..." Winters saw that Elena seemed to be trying her best to support herself not to fall, and her voice was very weak.

"I forgot to take my medicine"

"Where's your medicine?" Winters was already covered in a cold sweat.Elena's hands were extremely cold.

"In my dormitory, too late"

"Someone, who's going to help us?" Winters yelled.

At this time, the senior students who heard the noise had already ran over.

"Merlin, the curse on her has broken out," a Hufflepuff girl shouted.

"What should we do now? She will die like this." Winters' voice began to tremble.

"Try the stasis spell," said a boy with silver-white hair. "This is the only way, but this spell is too profound..."

"Sue that spell, no time!" Winters almost yelled.

"The spell is soul-condensing cold. When casting the spell, the wand must be pointed at the heart of the target."

"Soul-condensing cold!" Winters almost roared.

There was a ray of cold light, and everyone present felt a chill that went straight to their brains, as if an ice pick had been pierced directly into their heads.

Elena's body exuded bursts of light blue light.

"Is it... successful?" Winters experienced the fragility of life for the first time, and there was a frightening silence.

"Successful, but the intensity of the spell just now was too abnormal." A girl said, "I can see that her blood flow has stopped, and... the magic power in her body has been frozen."

"Can you see magic?" the people around started talking.

"I'm a vampire" the girl said.

Winters stood up tremblingly, feeling as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Take this note and go find anyone who can help us, anyone." Winters conjured an owl, and then tremblingly wrote what had just happened to him.All he could do now was wait, and for the first time he wished he could travel through time.

More than ten minutes later:

"They're in there" was Mrs. Pince's voice.

"The first-year boy was terrified. Then I felt a terrible chill."

"Winters, did you freeze Elena?" Dumbledore ran at the front, followed by McGonagall.

"Yes... My mind went blank at the time... I just listened to his opinion," Winters said, pointing to the boy with silver-white hair.

"Your suggestion is perfectly fine, Colin."

Dumbledore looked at Elena for a while and said, "I have to say, she was quite cold."

Dumbledore seemed to be relieved, "I'll take care of it," Dumbledore looked at Winters and said.

"Then Minerva, you go inform Mrs. Clara and ask her to come to the school immediately, and I will help Mrs. Pomfrey. You can continue to read quietly. Winters, if you want to visit, then at 4 o'clock in the afternoon You can get over it after that.”

After saying that, Dumbledore picked up Elena and walked towards the infirmary.But when Winters returned to his seat, he found that he could not read a word.He applied for a borrowing permit from Mrs. Pince, took the two thick books and returned to the auditorium.

"What happened to Potter's broom? Is that broom crazy?"Winters walked back like a sleepwalker. He only heard words about "swallowed" and "crazy broomstick".

Half of the people were discussing whether swallowing the Golden Snitch was a foul, and the other half were discussing the crazy flying broomstick.The Gryffindor table in the Great Hall was in a state of excitement, while the Slytherin table was in a dark mood.

Winters saw Elena's brothers, and then ran over and said, "Matt, Les, Colin, Kane, the curse on your sister has broken out."

"She's not... Where is she?" Matt almost cried, while the other brothers' faces were pale and bloodless.

"Infirmary, Dumbledore is there too." Before Winters could finish his words, Elena's brothers ran away without looking back.

"It seems there are a lot of surprises today," Harry said, looking at the Krall brothers running away.

"What's wrong with your broom? I heard people say that your broom is crazy." Winters tried hard to divert his thoughts.

"It's Snape who's chanting the curse."

"Snape? Then what did you...", "Hermione set Snape's wizard robe on fire" Harry looked at Hermione and said.

"You..." Winters suspected that he had come to the wrong college. "Do you remember the day we met the troll? I saw Snape's foot was hurt and he was the last one in" said Harry.

"That means what he must have been doing at the time," Ron guessed.

"But what could hurt Snape?" Winters asked.

"It's the three-headed dog on the fourth floor," Ron said.

"Three-headed dog? How much have you hidden?" Winters said in surprise.

"Hey, we're not hiding this from you. You stay at the Embassy every day. You come back at a certain time, and sometimes you don't even bother to eat. How can you have the energy to visit Hogwarts at night?" Ron said with a smile.

"That's right." Winters heard his stomach growling.

"You've been in the library, why are you hungrier than us?" Harry asked.

Then Winters explained exactly what had just happened.

"That's it, I'm scared. The speed of Elena's weakening is visible to the naked eye, almost every second." Winters said and couldn't help but tremble.

"So her brothers would run off like that" Harry added.

"You really should drink a glass of chocolate milk, otherwise, you would have lost sleep today" Slaer seemed to be recalling something.

Since it was Saturday, there were no classes in the afternoon, so Winters went to the infirmary, while Harry and Ron made up their homework under Hermione's supervision. "You tell Elena, we will go later," Harry said.

After arriving at the door of the school infirmary, Winters found Mark and the others standing at the door of the infirmary.They all had red eyes, and an ominous premonition enveloped their hearts.

"Elena..."

"She's fine." Mark sounded very nasal as if he had a cold.

"That you...."

"We made our parents so angry. We've never seen them that angry before." Les was shaking as he spoke.

"Can't you just shut up?" Elena's father shouted angrily.

"If you keep doing this I'm going to let you out" was probably Madam Pomfrey's voice.

"Lisa, I have to make it clear today. If they are so playful that they forget whether their own sister has taken medicine, then just go home and attend a magic school nearby."

Winters heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and now he just wanted to find a corner to hide, "You... Winters?" Mr. Krall looked at him in surprise.

"I... was passing by... just came from the library... Where are my books?" Winters then realized that he came empty-handed.

"Child, you are the person involved, why don't you come over and explain?" Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with joy.

Then, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Winters bravely told what happened.

"Very good, very decisive. But have you ever thought about what if that spell is a curse?" Dumbledore's words shocked everyone into a cold sweat.

"But... Professor, I only had one thought at the time. I couldn't watch my friend's life disappear like that. I... I was frightened," Winters said with difficulty.

"So you should start practicing Legilimency immediately. If you need guidance, then I will spend 2 hours every Sunday morning to answer your questions," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Please forgive me for what I just said, Winters. I hope you can remember the words of this old fool like me: sometimes it is better to make mistakes than to do nothing. Then I will leave first. I can't be busy with official duties. "Dumbledore stood up. "Mr. Kral, please come out."

Elena's father looked at his daughter worriedly.

"Go ahead, Dumbledore might be able to find a solution," Mrs. Clara comforted her husband.

After a while, Mr. Kral came back with an expressionless face, but he seemed to have experienced a long journey full of hardships.

The conversation between the Kralls was brief:

"What's wrong"

"nothing"

But Winters saw him hand a note to his wife, and Mrs. Clough had an emotional breakdown.She hugged her husband, trembling all over, trying not to make a sound.

"How long have I been asleep..." Elena woke up.

"Dad, you yelled so loud just now..."

"I...I was so angry just now, can't your brothers stop playing for a while?"

"Quidditch is about the honor of the entire academy. Besides, you can't let them stare at me. They also have their own things to do." Elena defended her brothers.

"You are quite considerate." Mrs. Clough was still angry.

"I'm going to send those useless guys home. This Christmas, they must be grounded." After saying that, Mr. Kral went out.

"Listen, we are going to be grounded from now until the end of Christmas. Let's go home and reflect." Mr. Kral's angry voice came from outside the door.

"Thank you Winters, if..." Mrs. Krall started to get scared.

"But I almost got into trouble," Winters said immediately.

"Child, listen to me. If you really get into big trouble, we can't blame you. Because your subjective intention is to save people. Dumbledore is right, it is better to do something wrong than to do nothing."

"But the price is too high." Winters still felt scared.

"Actually there is no difference, they are all..." Mrs. Krall's eyes turned red again.

"Okay, let's not talk about these things. Would you like to come to our house this Christmas?"

"Well... I haven't asked Aurora yet..."

"I understand, but I welcome a visit from your family anytime."

"Be sure to remember to take medicine." Mrs. Krall walked to Elena's hospital bed, kissed her forehead, and prepared to leave.

"I want to go home first and get your brothers settled, and then I'll be back," Mrs. Klar said with a choked voice.Winters was also ready to leave. He wanted to lie in the dormitory now. Today was so bad.

"Winters, where are you going?" Elena asked.

"Aren't you going to rest?" Winters was a little surprised.

"You almost ruined that "Ancient Magic Text Translation", are you really okay?"

"Translation of ancient magic texts?" Mrs. Krall asked, "Isn't that a course that only starts in the third grade? Why is it placed now?"

After Winters described his current state of being confused by ancient documents, Mrs. Krall smiled lightly.

"I understand that a strong thirst for knowledge is a good thing. Winters, you can write down all the things you don't know in a notebook and send it to me by mail.

The translation of ancient magic texts and ancient spells cannot be mastered by rote memorization.Especially ancient spells, they have an internal logic.I can bet - forgive me for pouring cold water on you, if you can understand 15% of it, you will be blessed by Merlin," Mrs. Clara said.

"Mom, do you talk to beginners like this?"

"Well...I'm going back first, Elena, you..."

"I will remember it" Elena waved her hand.

"My biggest question now is why don't you go to Gryffindor?" Winters was now very sure that Elena must have been sorted wrongly.

"I've seen myself several times since my first attack. At least 5 times."

"What's the meaning"

"I was floating on the roof, watching the doctors surrounding my body, and my parents were crying. I could see the Thestral when I was 5 years old," Elena said calmly.

"Thestrals?"

"It's those carriages that move by themselves. You can't see the Thestrals because you haven't seen death."

When Winters heard this, he couldn't help but said, "You really should go to Gryffindor. You are really brave. What is the curse on you? It can't be the mysterious man."

"I'm not that person, and I'm not cursed. To make a long story short, I was born prematurely. The doctor said that as long as I don't awaken my magic power before the age of 3, there will be no big problem. My parents used various methods to delay the time when my magic power awakens. Let me I successfully passed the so-called dangerous period.

But when I was 5 years old, my magic awakened.My mother told me that I was wrapped in purple-black lightning and pure white flames.Perhaps because of her mother's intuition, she didn't feel any joy at the time.

From then on, I was weakening faster and faster, and then Dumbledore used the tears of the phoenix and the ashes after rebirth to make a special potion to protect my life."

"Twist enough" Winters stood up and moved around, he had been sitting for too long for comfort.

He suddenly found a small note where Elena's mother had been sitting and picked it up.Above it is a strange circle-within-a-circle font, which reads: The magic potion I made can no longer guarantee subsequent suppression. It will be completely ineffective in up to 4 years.

Only the blood of the Phoenix can eradicate it completely.However, Phoenix blood requires a substance containing the essence of life to be preserved. The currently known substance containing the essence of life is the soul. Please forgive me.

Winters now understood why Mrs. Clough had an emotional breakdown.

"Give me that note." Elena's eyes were sharp.

"I found this first" Winters hid the note.

"The magic potion I drank is almost useless, isn't it?" Elena asked softly.

"Give me that note. Don't think too much and don't cast transformation spells. I know you can do silent spells," Elena said rapidly.

"Don't move, I'll take it myself."

Seeing this posture, Winters could only hand the note to Elena intact.

Elena looked at the note and was silent for a while.

"I'm very lucky. If my grandfather and Professor Dumbledore hadn't been comrades in arms, I would have been in another world for many years," Elena said, looking at the note.The voice was calm, as if he was talking about a stranger.

"Winters, will you come to my funeral?"

"Is there something wrong with your brain? It's not like there are only 12 hours left," Winters couldn't help but cursed.

"If you really want to go to another world, then what did you say just now that you forgot to take the medicine?"

"I'm asking if you would like to attend my funeral. I didn't discuss with you how much time I have left."

"I don't want to, I prefer to attend your wedding. I'm not in the mood to listen to those incomprehensible prayers about asking Merlin to forgive... What did you do when you were alive? You don't remember it until you die."

Elena listened blankly.

"Besides, there's no food at the funeral. But I can eat it at the wedding." Winters added in a nonchalant way.Elena burst into laughter, and a long-lost color appeared on her smiling face.

(End of this chapter)