Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 74
Fuck, is there anything worse than this?
McGuffin was speechless.

When he fell into autism due to incompetence and rage, footsteps came from the corridor outside—— they were gradually approaching.

With a click, the lock of the wooden door was opened by magic.

The door was opened a gap, and a yellow beam of light shone in from the corridor outside.

Immediately, Mrs. Penrad's angry voice sounded.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry I can't allow you to go in - you must know that those little wizards need a full rest, and you also know that they have fallen into magic exhaustion and must take a good rest, otherwise it will cause irreparable damage to their magic career!"

"Bobby! I just have something to discuss with Professor Snape! It won't wake up the little wizards." Dumbledore explained.

"But Professor Snape also needs to rest. His chest is fine, but that leg has been corroded by the venom from the three-headed dog's mouth for too long."

"As a Potions professor, he should fully understand the danger of being bitten by a three-headed dog. He shouldn't have spent so long at all.... Even though I've used the special healing potion of white fresh on his leg, and in the next two or three days, he needs to keep changing the bandage with the herbal medicine, so as not to leave any sequelae."

Mrs. Pomrad said again: "This is too dangerous! Professor Dumbledore!"

"How could you put such a dangerous three-headed dog in the school, think about those little wizards if they break into it... Even if you say that this monster will not really kill the intruder, but even if it is bitten or scratched, no matter how long the venom enters the body, it will cause serious sequelae, or be fatal..."

Mrs. Penrad was chattering at the door, her words were full of dissatisfaction with the fact that the three-headed dog was at school.

"This is very important." Dumbledore said, "I must ask what Professor Snape saw, and you know what happened tonight..."

"Okay! Okay! Only 15 minutes, and you have to keep your voices down..."

Mrs. Penrad shuddered when she recalled the strange riots of those trolls tonight, and the explosion of magic power that she found on them due to unknown reasons.

...Maybe it was because of fear, maybe because she accepted Dumbledore's words, in short, she opened the door, and the two walked in.

McGuffin heard light footsteps approaching, and he held his breath for fear of being discovered.

After briefly inspecting the little wizards (McGuffin closed her eyes and fell asleep), Mrs. Pomrad walked into her office at the end of the infirmary, and gently closed the door, leaving a private space for Dumbledore and Snape to talk.

Silence, for a long time.

Snape's soft voice sounded in the silence, "What do you think, our Headmaster Dumbledore, doesn't this look like someone's handwriting for more than ten years?"

He sneered twice, and without waiting for Dumbledore to answer, he said his answer directly.

"Yeah, the mysterious man is back, isn't he?"

"His usual approach—first use something to create terror in one place, and achieve his multiple goals while hiding himself—steal the Philosopher's Stone, or kill Harry..."

"If we weren't lucky, perhaps both of his goals were achieved tonight..."

"Wait! Or, you did it on purpose! - Dumbledore!"

As he spoke, Snape seemed to remember something, and there was a bit of gnashing of teeth in his tone.

Then it seemed that he had touched the wound on his leg, and he kept gasping for air.

McGuffin could hear the suspicion and anger in Snape's heart without looking.

When he thought about what happened tonight, he felt a sense of disobedience that had been arranged.

Snape questioned the smiling old bee.

"Dumbledore, did you deliberately test Quirrell tonight?"

"First, let us mistakenly think that the Philosopher's Stone is already in the underground corridor, and tell me to invite Quirrell to set up the level together, and then ask him to assist Hagrid to supervise the trolls to carry the boulders used to set up Professor McGonagall's level tonight..."

"Hmph, what you didn't expect is that the mysterious man might be here too! If Harry and the others were not lucky, that troll alone would..."

"Dear Professor Snape, you think too much, I didn't hide anything from you? Everything about me is laid out in front of you, isn't it?"

Dumbledore interrupted Snape's 'conspiracy theory' with a chuckle.

McGuffin could imagine the depression in Snape's heart.

Hearing all this, he now feels secretly refreshed.

"Yes! Let you target me for no reason!"

"Whether this old bee is as he said or not, in short, he must not offend——Zhen Yin!"

But then the two of them talked about related topics that made his nerves tense again, regardless of making the slightest sound.

"But—why are you so sure that what happened tonight was done by Voldemort!" Dumbledore pointed out a very crucial piece of information revealed in Professor Snape's words just now.

"This……"

"When I was on the fourth floor, I had a feeling..."

"a feeling?"

"Yes, I heard a sneer from the side."

McGuffin heard Snape struggling to sit up from the bed. He breathed lightly and listened to the topic about Voldemort. Unlike the two of them guessed, he has now confirmed that the 'black mist' that catches the eye is more than 90% likely to be Voldemort.

"Although I didn't really see it, I knew it was the Dark Lord."

"Dumbledore, you have to believe me, Quirrell must have brought the Dark Lord into the school! The mysterious man is already in Hogwarts!"

"I can clearly feel that chilling feeling—"

"Seversler, I believe you, what happened tonight, with Quirrell's ability, he will never be able to figure it out..." Dumbledore said, "I want to show you something!"

"Flash back to the previous curse!" The curse sounded softly.

McGuffin didn't dare to open his eyes, just listened to Snape's gasp and wonder.

"This is--"

"That's right, I made a little improvement on the flashback spell, which can show the scene of the original magic wand casting the spell within 24 hours. This wand comes from Mrs. Penrad, and she was asked by me to check whether there is any magic infection or outbreak on the troll."

"This is what you encountered, that is, the blood that those little wizards encountered on that giant monster..."

(At the school hospital, beside Snape's bed, Dumbledore was holding two wands, and the tip of one of the wands sprayed out an old-fashioned black and white film-like scene image in mid-air. That was the indescribable scene caused by Fat Lefe's wife holding the troll's blood not long ago.)
(The blood stretches thousands of tentacles, wriggling, hissing like Medusa's hair, each tentacle is like a poisonous snake)
"Did you remember anything? Professor Snape!"

Dumbledore's tone was unprecedentedly serious and cold.

"This is……?"

Snape's memory was suddenly brought back more than ten years ago by this horrifying scene.

——That was an inexplicably strange and nightmarish old event in the eyes of most dark wizards.

(End of this chapter)