The man behind Hogwarts

Facing the bright moonlight, the two returned to Hagrid's hut, but there was one more companion - Potter's warthog.

Hagrid said that he would take the Potter warthog back and check it before releasing it into the Forbidden Forest.

After agreeing on a time tomorrow, William left.

Of course, before leaving, he removed two of the Potter's warthog's bristles.

The two bristles are thick and hard, which is slightly different from the warthogs in the ordinary world. Although the warthogs in the ordinary world also have bristles, their bristles are softer, softer and longer!

Looking at the trophies, William felt that they were more than enough to be used as hidden weapons, such as the Ice Soul Silver Needle.

"By the way, Hagrid said he would take me to see Aragog tomorrow, so can I... Wouldn't that save me some money?"

the next day.

In the blink of an eye, another Sunday comes.

This Sunday is unlike any other as the prefects delivered the message from the school yesterday.

The school said that because red giant wasps appeared in the Forbidden Forest, which are extremely dangerous animals, all students were not allowed to leave the castle complex, let alone wander around the Forbidden Forest.

Because we don’t know when the red giant hornet will be found, we can’t say when the ban will be lifted.

Once the order was given, the little wizards screamed.

It was fine that they were not allowed to go near the Forbidden Forest before, but now even the castle complex is not allowed, so what’s the point? In this case, wouldn't it be impossible to...

Hey, it seems like nothing has changed.

All the fun things in school are in the castle complex, and there is nothing outside.

In this way, the little wizards felt a lot better again.

After breakfast, a group of young wizards gathered under the Ravenclaw Tower.

William stood in the middle of the crowd like a chicken, with a warm and indifferent smile. From time to time he would reply to his classmates' chats, and then express a few words of concern about their studies and life.

He didn't talk much, just a few words of concern.

Coupled with his deep eyes and sincere expression, the little wizards he asked couldn't help but be moved, as if they were communicating with the leader.

Everyone felt proud.

The scenery stops!

When the last person arrived, William counted the number of people and waved: "We are all here, let's go."

Their move was not to do any team-building activities, but to visit Professor Quirrell collectively.

Regardless of Professor Quirrell's teaching level, at least he has been everyone's teacher for more than a month. Now that he is in such a critical situation, everyone is willing to visit him.

One thing to say, most people like this professor very much.

Compared with the serious Crohn, the young Quirrell is obviously more popular among the students.

William led the way, surrounded by several little badgers.

Evelin and Qiu Zhang were also among them, and they and a group of little girls were walking in the middle, chirping all the way, and from time to time, ringing laughter sounded as clear as a bell.

After a while, everyone arrived at the infirmary.

After asking everyone to wait in the corridor, William knocked on the door and went in to see Madam Pomfrey and explained to her the thoughts of his classmates.

Madam Pomfrey thought about Quirrell's situation and felt that it would not be disturbed, so she nodded in agreement and came out with William to organize discipline.

"Professor Quirrell's ward is in the innermost room. Students, please don't make any noise, let alone break into other wards wantonly."

"Follow me and don't huddle together."

Entering the ward, passing through two curtains, you see a hospital bed.

Professor Quirrell was lying on the bed. He probably heard the movement outside, so he looked outside expectantly.

His face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot, but he still tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth slightly to show the teacher's strength.

Except for his head, all parts of his body were covered with gauze.

When William saw it for the first time, his eyes jumped.

Why is it like Potter's Warthog last night?

"Professor Quirrell, your classmates are here to visit you."

William, as a representative, presented a bouquet of flowers and then sat beside the hospital bed.

"William, why are you here? Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

"Students, thank you for coming to see me..."

Although he had a haggard look on his face, he couldn't help but smile when he saw so many young and lively students visiting him.

I just think Ravenclaw is better!

He invited everyone to sit down, exchanged a few words, and then talked about his own situation.

His current condition can only be said to be out of danger, but he is still a long way from recovery. Before last night, he was still confused and confused.

After the medical treatment from the teachers and professors, as well as Madam Pomfrey's treatment, she got slightly better.

"I definitely can't continue to attend classes in this situation. My classmates, I'm sorry, but I have to take a leave of absence for a while."

"Although I have only taught you for a month, I like you very much."

Quirrell said emotionally: "Students, don't worry, I will try to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible and come back to teach you as soon as possible."

Everyone nodded excitedly.

A few weak-minded students have already begun to wipe their tears.

However, everyone also knows that according to Professor Quirrell's condition, Professor Crohn will probably be back by the time he is discharged from the hospital.

If Professor Quirrell still wants to teach everyone, he must either ask Crohn to step down or wait until two years later.

Teachers and students chatted with each other with concern.

Beside the hospital bed, Madam Pomfrey saw that Quirrell was in poor spirits and persuaded the student to leave.

"Students, Professor Quirrell still needs to cultivate himself, so please go back first."

The students stood up and said goodbye.

Quirrell shook his head and wanted to wave goodbye, but only his head still obeyed his command.

"Students, don't be sad for me, and don't delay your studies. I still haven't handed over some of the homework I assigned last week, so hurry up and do it, okay?"

As soon as the words fell, the students fled and dispersed.

"Oh, what a lovely student!" Quirrell's eyes were red. I don't know if it was bloodshot or he was moved. "Mrs. Pomfrey, I must be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible. The students can't bear to leave me!"

She nodded expressionlessly.

"I didn't expect so many students to come visit me..."

"Will there be another one next? Maybe today it will be Ravenclaw, and tomorrow it will be Hufflepuff..."

"No, if we do it again for every grade and every college, it would be too time-consuming."

"It's best if four colleges of one grade come together...the ward is big enough."

I muttered to myself, and after a while, I fell into a drowsy sleep.

Madam Pomfrey checked the situation and then left.

Returning to his office, he took out a medical certificate, which was about Quirrell's treatment plan.

Quirrell:

Muggle Studies teacher and Defense Against the Dark Arts substitute teacher.

Cause: Three bites from giant red bees, one on the back, buttocks, and thighs.

Judgment of injuries: The red giant wasp is a highly poisonous magical creature. Its tail needle contains toxins that can destroy nerve tissue. The patient suffered three wounds, from point to face, which destroyed most of the body's nerve conduction capabilities, resulting in neck injuries. Temporary paralysis of the following body parts.

Estimated treatment time: three months.

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