A little badger from Hogwarts

"Oh my God! Who are you fighting with?"

Hart and Cedric left the onlookers behind and slowly arrived at the school infirmary.

After Mrs. Pomfrey in the infirmary inspected it, she exclaimed repeatedly, "Since I came to Hogwarts, I have never seen the damage caused by this kind of battle spell. Well, there is also a little bit of dark magic. breath."

"What the hell did you do?"

Faced with the doctor's stern questioning, Hart winced and did not mention the conflict between himself and Quirrell. He only said: "There was a little accident in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class today. I was hit by a curse."

Madam Pomfrey had no doubts. She didn't know much about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so she didn't think much about it.

"You kids, don't take risks all day long. If something happens, I'll just be so busy. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

As the only professional doctor in the school, Madam Pomfrey had to remind these children to avoid going to dangerous places.

What could Hart say? Although he was completely innocent in this matter, he could only nod his head and drank the potion prepared by Madam Pomfrey.

"vomit!!!"

The smell of Houttuynia cordata, coriander and broken cowhide in the potion was so overpowering that Hart almost spit it out.

But after enduring this period, he felt that the injuries all over his body no longer hurt, and the injuries he suffered were also recovering at a perceptible speed.

"Well, your physical fitness is not bad!" Madam Pomfrey pinched a few times and said, "If by the afternoon, your wound has not recurred in any way, you can leave."

After giving a few instructions, Madam Pomfrey went to do other things.

Hart was lying on the soft bed in the infirmary, feeling sleepy.

Seeing that there was no one around, Cedric complained: "Is there something wrong with Professor Quirrell's head? How can he teach something as dangerous as the Unforgivable Curse in class and let the students act as his opponents."

"What's even more outrageous is that this guy is actually chasing you. Is there something wrong with this guy's head?"

Cedric was frightened for a while. He witnessed the fight between Hart and Quirrell.

Although the final result was that Quirrell was punished by Professor McGonagall, Hart was constantly being beaten and suppressed in the middle. No one knew what would happen if there was even a slight mistake.

"Am I okay? Don't worry anymore." Hart comforted.

Cedric still couldn't let go. He thought again: "Who recruited a person like Quirrell into the school? Don't they check it?"

After playing with Hart for a long time, Cedric, a young wizard with a well-established background, was also led astray to think about some things based on the thinking of industrial society.

Normally, at this time, Hart would be happy to tell Cedric some things about ordinary society and draw him to his side.

But this time, he couldn't say a word.

Does he want to tell Cedric that the respected Professor Dumbledore recruited him specifically because of Quirrell's problems?

Hart was really speechless. He didn't think there was any problem with Dumbledore training Harry.

After all, Harry is indeed special and deserves to be cultivated, but other little wizards are not raised in vain. Why should they waste a whole year in vain and learn nothing?

The more Hart thought about it, the angrier he became. In order not to affect Cedric, he said: "Okay, I don't need anyone to accompany me here. You can go back to class!"

"Are you sure it's okay to be alone?" Mother Cedric's attributes exploded and she wanted to stay.

Hart couldn't help complaining: "I don't have any broken arms or legs, so I don't need anyone to take care of me. Besides, even if I really need someone to look at me, I'll find a beautiful girl, not a rough guy like you." .”

"Come on! With your straightforward and rigid character, who would like you?" Cedric saw that Hart still had the heart to joke, so he left with peace of mind.

In this way, Hart was the only one left in the infirmary.

He lay on the hospital bed and let out a long breath, feeling the softness of the pillow under him. The aftereffects of his body consuming too much magic power emerged, and he couldn't help but fall asleep.

While Hart was enjoying his sleep, in the principal's office, Quirrell was tremblingly accepting Dumbledore's scrutiny.

Dumbledore was sitting behind the desk, and the light shone on his face, reflecting the half-moon eyes, making it difficult to see what the headmaster was thinking.

Professor McGonagall has been helping the principal for decades, and has long been accustomed to the work style of her good friend and boss, who sometimes becomes distracted from time to time.

Quirrell's sweat continued to seep out from his forehead, and instantly flowed down his cheeks. He kept asking his master for help in his heart.

"My great master, please give me guidance, even if it is just a word."

However, Voldemort knew very well how powerful Dumbledore was at finding out other people's secrets, and he wanted to dig deeper to see how he could come out.

So at this time, Quirrell could only face the most powerful wizard in the world alone.

"Professor Quirrell, I think you should give an explanation." Dumbledore finally spoke.

Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied: "I just want to teach the young wizards some real skills. Maybe the method I adopted is a little inappropriate. But as a student, Hart Woolley openly contradicted the professor in class. It’s too much.”

"So you used the Imperius Curse to deal with a teenage wizard?" Professor McGonagall was not used to his behavior of passing the blame.

"I have stayed abroad for too long, and I am not used to the peaceful atmosphere of Hogwarts." Professor Quirrell carefully observed the person who can really decide his destiny: "Of course, I am not shirking responsibility. Willing to accept any punishment from the school."

"What you should do is ask for Hart's forgiveness, instead of making nice remarks here." Professor McGonagall saw through this man's irresponsibility at a glance.

"But Woolley has already said that he is willing to hand over the final decision on the matter to Professor Dumbledore, and I am also willing." Quirrell used another move to shirk responsibility.

"Okay, next, Professor Quirrell, you can still work at Hogwarts, but you will be supervised by Professor McGonagall, and your salary for the next year will be compensated to Mr. Woolley."

Dumbledore finally spoke and expressed his final decision.

Quirrell's face was pale, but he was cheering in his heart. As long as he could not leave Hogwarts, he would be victorious.

Professor McGonagall was very dissatisfied because Dumbledore did not mention Hart at all, as if he did not exist in this matter.

"Okay, you two, please leave first. I want to be alone for a while."

Dumbledore closed the door and saw off the guests, and the two professors left the principal's office with different thoughts.

"Hey, what a troublesome child!" Dumbledore said while lying on the armchair.