Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 71 Mrs. Penrad

"Boom! - Boom!"

The loud noise nearly punctured Snape's eardrums.

Immediately afterwards, a strong force hit him directly, feeling like being hit head-on by a train, his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.

But when the protective spell of the armor broke, Snape finally stopped it.

The troll pouted and pushed him backwards in inertia.

With a dark face, Snape pointed at the troll with his wand, and moved it away with the [Movement Curse].

"Trolls move!"

At this time, he finally had time to cast the Bubble Curse on himself.

Snape gasped for breath as his chest ached and his ribs snapped in what seemed to be the impact.

"Professor Snape!" A surprised voice came from behind.

Then there were loud and noisy footsteps, and many people came up.

cough cough cough-
Someone choked on the strong smell, coughing or retching.

vomit vomit-
"Running owl?...What's going on?" Someone looked at the strange posture of the troll and sighed.

"Merlin!...What the hell is this smell!" Someone was stunned by the smoke.

The crowd gathered behind Snape.

"The breeze is blowing!" Dumbledore's voice sounded.

There was the sound of the clattering of the locks, and the windows in the corridor were opened.

The air swirled and swirled, and the wind gradually increased.

The poisonous gas that could almost melt the stone corridor was finally emitted.

"Professor Snape, what's going on?"

Dumbledore came to him, his silver-white beard swayed and rolled up by the wind.

He was followed by Quirrell, and McGonagall taught them.

Malfoy seemed to meet him halfway and followed them, explaining to the professors what had happened.

"Okay, Malfoy, hurry up and learn Slytherin, all the trolls have been caught!" Dumbledore drove Malfoy away.

"Go and see how Harry and the others... hiss (gasp)... then-speak-speak!" Snape stopped in the middle of his sentence, and he felt the throbbing pain in his chest - as if someone was holding an awl and was constantly piercing and hitting.

Dumbledore cast a spell to temporarily stabilize Snape's injury, and asked Professor Quirrell, who looked a little uncertain, to go to Madam Pomfrey.

……

Madam Pomfrey is a nurse or magic doctor in the Hogwarts Infirmary. She is a kind woman who is very serious about her job.

After patiently listening to Professor Quirrell's stammering about what happened tonight, she took out from the cabinet the little white fresh that was left in the Hogwarts storage, and some other herbs and rushed to the accident site.

On the way, the purple scarf that Quirrell wore crookedly fell off somehow, revealing a big bald head.

When he turned around and ran over to bend down to pick it up.

"Professor Quirrell, you should try the latest hair growth potion. I still have a little bit of it. Professor Dumbledore often uses it to protect his long silver-white beard, and the effect is very good...!" Madam Pomfrey looked at the big bald head that was shining brightly—an occupational disease again.

Quirrell raised his head and looked at her, trembling all over, with an indescribable expression and a bit of fear.

"Then... I'll be leaving first! Professor Quirrell, come here later!" Madam Pomfrey also felt that she had offended someone by saying something wrong again.

It exposed Dumbledore's secret, and seemed to stab Quirrell's pain point.

She fled in a hurry and made her way to the second floor alone, leaving Quirrell wrapping her scarf in place.

In fact, Quirrell just looked at the position behind Madam Pomfrey.

She couldn't see Voldemort's black mist floating in the air.

She also just left here straight through Voldemort's 'body'

Quirrell unwrapped the half-wrapped scarf.

Voldemort or the black mist rushed over immediately, covered his head, and kept rushing in from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

Quirrell was slightly suspended in mid-air, with his neck stretched out, as if being pulled out by someone holding his head.

Black lines of blood continued to emerge on the lighted skull, spreading and moving like some kind of terrifying linear parasite, gradually forming an abstract blurred humanoid face.

The face is blurred, and the pale skin is tightly wrapped, which looks extremely strange.

When the black mist disappeared, a hideous snake face with closed eyes protruded from his head.

"Go to... the second floor and see Potter and the boy... go to the second floor..."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed into two slits and glowed red, and his voice was weak.

"Master... why are you so weak!"

"It takes a lot of energy to perform tricks, that's not a problem... Some methods are to make up for and restore my physical strength. What's important now is that something interesting happened.... Interesting little wizard... Go to the second floor... Check the results... Report to me later..."

The voice of Voldemort's words was as thin as a gossamer, and gradually became inaudible.

"Owner……"

Quirrell yelled again, after getting no response.

He wrapped the scarf on his head and put it on, and strode towards the second floor.

……

When Mrs. Penrad came to the vicinity of the women's bathroom on the second floor, she found that it was a mess.

When she passed the corridor on the second floor, she realized that something was wrong. First, there was a giant lying half-dead in the middle of the corridor, and then the entire stone corridor floor was full of potholes and gravel.Finally, after a puddle of grease and a floor as smooth as ice.

What unfolded in front of her eyes was a big hole in the wall leading to the door of the bathroom, and the ground was full of mess.

Gravel and broken planks piled up like hills.

In addition to the choking smell of dust, the air was also mixed with the strong smell of toilets and giant monsters.Even if all the windows in the corridor are now open, the cold wind blowing is useless.

Professor McGonagall's lips were pale, staring at the little wizards and questioning them severely.

Two of the male students were suspended in the air by Professor Flitwick, and they seemed to have passed out. The remaining Ron and Hermione were also supporting each other, and they couldn't stand still.

Professor Snape was leaning against the wall on the other side, breathing heavily, giving the impression that he was out of breath.

"What the hell are you playing?"

"Ok?"

Facing Professor McGonagall's continuous questioning, Ron looked enviously at Harry and McGuffin who had fainted.

"And everything in the corridor, that troll? ... What's going on with all this?"

There was cold anger in Professor McGonagall's voice, and he wanted the two of them to explain what was happening now.

Ron looked at the big hole in the wall next to him, hurriedly lowered his head like an ostrich, and saw the big hole on the floor not far away.

Two weird, terrifying and desperate, but absolutely reasonable thoughts quickly appeared in his mind:

-Professor Dumbledore won't let their little wizards compensate for the loss of Hogwarts this time, right? !
Two, if the first was even possible, his mother, Mrs. Weasley, would have to go to Hogwarts in a rage and tear his head off his neck.

It's creepy to think about!
Ron looked at Hermione for reassurance.

Hermione has never been questioned like this by Professor McGonagall. She is weaker than Ron herself, and she can support her until now thanks to her own willpower.

But now she pursed her lips, her face was pale, and she almost fainted.

Fortunately, Mrs. Penrad rushed over at this time, preventing Professor McGonagall's anger from escalating. (Otherwise Ron would face the attack of anger alone.)
"Come on, Professor Minerva! Little wizards need to rest."

"It's not too late to ask about punishment after they recover." She persuaded Professor McGonagall.

This made Ron temporarily relieved.

(End of this chapter)