Chinese students at Hogwarts

Malfoy and Harry were lying on adjacent beds, quarreling quietly. The weakened version of Life and Death Water was placed by the bedside and they had not yet drunk:

"Potter, your fake moves are as obvious as candles at night. Is this the result of your hard training?"

Not to be outdone, Harry retorted:

"Really Malfoy? I don't know who hit the ground several times. You were not as confident as you are now when you were holding your bloody nose and crying!"

The quarrel between the two became more and more intense. If they were not in the hospital bed, they would have wanted to come down and have a fight immediately.

At this moment, footsteps came from the corridor outside. The two of them hurriedly closed their mouths, closed the curtain of the hospital bed, and lay on the bed pretending to be asleep, but in fact they looked curiously through the gap.

"Creak!" The door was gently pushed open, and Dumbledore strode in. He was wearing a formal wizard robe and a pointed high hat. He looked as if he had just rushed out. Came a long way back.

There were two statue-like things floating behind him, as well as Professor McGonagall. Not sure if it was an illusion, Malfoy and Harry felt that Professor McGonagall's face was more serious than ever.

"What's going on?" Madam Pomfrey asked Dumbledore in a low voice, leaning down to examine the statue.

"Another attack," said Dumbledore. "The young wizard found the two of them on the stairs."

"They still have a lot of food in their hands." Professor McGonagall said, "According to other little wizards, the two of them are going to the kitchen to get some food and bring it back to the stadium to continue watching the game.

Many people know it. "

The two people who were eavesdropping spontaneously slowly and carefully raised their bodies a few inches so that they could see the statue on the bed.

A ray of moonlight shines on the two beds opposite.

Harry felt his stomach twitch violently, and an indescribable sadness surrounded him. He knew both statues. They were Ginny Weasley, a cute and smart little girl, Ron's sister. .

There is also Colin Creevey, a very enthusiastic little boy who is an avid fan of his. He always shouts his name with a happy voice and often secretly takes pictures of himself.

Ginny's eyes were wide open and she covered her mouth with a look of disbelief on her face.

Colin's hands were stretched out in front of his chest, holding up his camera, and his mouth was open with the same look of surprise.

"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey asked quietly.

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall, "I shudder to think about the little wizards being on the pitch, if the attack happened to happen at a time when there were a lot of people."

The three people looked at the two statues intently.

Then Dumbledore leaned forward and took the camera from Colin's stiff fingers.

"Could he have taken a picture of the attacker?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly.

Dumbledore didn't answer. He pried open the back of the camera. "Oh my God!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed.

A stream of hot air hissed out of the camera. Even Harry and Malfoy, who were three beds apart, smelled the pungent smell of burning plastic.

"Melted," Madam Pomfrey said in surprise, "It actually melted..."

"What does this mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked urgently.

Dumbledore was silent for a while and then said softly:

"This shows that the method of attack should be a unique form, not a simple spell. As far as I know, I know at least two kinds of black magic can cause similar effects, such as the infamous petrification that is almost lost. gaze."

There was silence in the place, and Harry and Malfoy felt that Dumbledore seemed to tilt his head in their direction.

After a while, Professor McGonagall said in a dry voice:

"What was the attacker's purpose? Is he a student at the school?"

Dumbledore shook his head:

"Minerva, this is exactly what I can't understand. Using advanced black magic just to petrify a few little wizards, with no other actions.

What do you want to do? "

No, what do the basilisk and the diary holder want to do? Zhang Xiao was lying on the bed, unable to understand their thoughts.

The location of the attack was in a corridor leading to the gate. Zhang Xiao went to check it immediately, but there was no message.

There are no mirrors, water stains, glass or other reflective objects, just like Filch and Mrs. Norris being petrified, which makes no sense.

The basilisk's gaze was fatal, at least to the little wizard. If he didn't see the gaze indirectly, he would definitely die if he looked directly at it.

Could it be that this basilisk has cataracts or severe astigmatism?

Otherwise, there is no way to explain that the two attacks were just petrification when no indirect objects were found.

Zhang Xiao rubbed his forehead a little irritably, maybe he should put a Lucius sack on him, and then poured veritaserum and asked who gave the diary.

If his father hadn't been away, he would have discussed it with his father.

No matter what, improving one's strength is the first priority. According to his guess, the wizard will instinctively distort the damage he can realize and reduce the degree of damage.

Just like young wizards rarely fall to death, in Neville's original novel, falling off a broomstick only results in a broken arm.

This is also an idealistic effect, and it is also an illusion that the young wizards show a 'non-human' physique. The wizard's body is actually not much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Therefore, he seriously doubted that the basilisk was looking directly at Dumbledore. He could not even be petrified. At most, it would be very remarkable if he could freeze his actions.

A certain Taoist priest can't stop the Heavenly Master even if he messes with the golden watch, that's the truth.

Start your own little dueling club tomorrow! I just don’t know if the experience gained from going to school in my previous life can be used in the wizarding world.

Even if it can't be used, it's okay to help his friends improve their strength. After spending time with these little wizards day and night, he won't accept any less!

Zhang Xiao's eyes lit up after a while, as if there was a way to let Dumbledore know.

Why can't I buy mature mandrake at a good price elsewhere? Or purchase a powerful recovery agent?

Although mandrake is scarce in the entire wizarding world, it is definitely not absent. The Potion Association has a large amount of it in storage.

Or is this method not feasible? Otherwise, why wouldn’t anyone think of it?

The next day, news of the attack on Ginny and Creevey had already spread throughout the school.

Malfoy and Potter's 'Battle of the Century' was completely undiscussed, and the front-page headlines he had expected were squeezed into the second page.

The news of the successive accidents at Hogwarts caused great shock to the wizards, but no one died for the time being, and Mandrake can relieve petrification.

Suddenly rumors started flying and everyone was suspicious.

The first-year students now always move together in small groups, as if they are afraid that if they act alone, they will be attacked.

During the few days that Harry and Malfoy were asleep, everyone secretly exchanged amulets, amulets, and other things to protect themselves without telling the teacher. This practice quickly became popular in schools.

Zhang Xiao also wrote a letter to the Potion Association, indicating that he was ready to purchase mature mandrake root juice or a powerful recovery agent to remove petrification.

And directly indicate that as long as it is available, the price is not an issue.

After doing all this, he finally sent out an invitation to the person he had already selected.

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