Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

"Okay, I, an old man, won't be verbose. Your friends should wait and be impatient, but I want to say one more thing! You are still too young. Try not to touch black magic, because it will erode your heart. ~

Although many times black magic can indeed help us better, just like this time, you did a great job! "

After saying that, Dumbledore winked playfully again, and then gave Alvin a look that said, "You are a smart boy, you don't need me to say more."

Later, after Old Bee vaguely mentioned that he still wanted to eat hot pot, he left the thoughtful Alvin and left.

"It seems~ I really hit him with that last blow. I didn't hear wrongly." I guess Old Bee has seen Quirrell and noticed something. This means that he did a lot of damage to Voldemort's remnant soul. light.

"Evan! You're okay." Just as he was thinking about it, a row of little heads popped out of the door and looked at him.

Seeing him sitting up, a large group of people gathered around him. In addition to Harry and the others, the Geminis, Cedric, and some of Hufflepuff's classmates who were still friends came.

"Evan! It's great that you're okay. It's all my fault that you actually fainted and couldn't help you." There is now a big swelling on Draco's smooth forehead, but it should have been treated, not It's not green, it's purple, it should be fine soon.

"You fainted and didn't see it. I don't think we could do anything at that time except to hold you back. Fortunately, Firenze came later." Harry had some idea in his mind.

"Hey~ man, we all heard what Harry said, you are so brave!"

"Yeah, it's a shame you don't come to Gryffindor."

George and Fred were still focused on Alvin's bravery, but ignored the dangers involved.

"Go, go, go, you two, go ahead and pretend we don't exist!" Cedric dragged the brothers away from Alvin and pried the corner in front of a group of little badgers. Badgers are really easy to bully!

"Are Aiwen hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll go to the kitchen and prepare it for you. If you don't eat these snacks, they won't be nutritious~" Because Aiwen often eats irregularly when he is thinking about alchemy, so when he went to open a small stove during that time, Met Cedric who was also practicing Quidditch late.

Just like this, Alvin and this cheerful senior became good friends. Cedric also had a good impression of this junior, and they gradually became good friends~

"Haha, thank you for your concern. I'm fine. But Gemini, I think I prefer the Hufflepuff common room because the kitchen is next door!"

Ivan's words made everyone burst into laughter. Harry and Hermione all started chatting with Ivan, telling him what happened after he fainted, but they attracted Madam Pomfrey.

"Go, go, go! Get out of here! I didn't see why so many people gathered around me! The patient needs to rest, so don't bother me here to disturb the child's rest!" Madam Pomfrey will not tolerate you. Even if Merlin comes today, you will have to drive him out!

"Bye bye Ivan, let's go first." A group of little wizards left gifts and snacks and fled.

Although Alvin said that he was fine, Madam Pomfrey still asked Alvin to stay one more night.

In the evening, Professor Sprout personally brought a dinner to see Ivan, which made Ivan a little flattered.

"Oh, my child, are you okay? Shhh, don't say anything. I know it will be uncomfortable to be hit by the Cruciatus Curse. Come on, I specially asked the kitchen to make this. Eat it while it's hot."

Ivan was carefully helped up by the honest and kind-hearted old dean. She brought a jar of stew for Ivan, and there were several herbs that I had seen in the greenhouse, all of which were used to heal the body.

"I originally wanted Snape to make a potion for you, but I thought about the taste of the tonic potion he made, so I decided against it~

It's okay to eat these directly, but it's not as effective as making a potion, but it doesn't matter, there's not enough for me, and I originally wanted to make it into a pie. But Bubu said this is your favorite taste, try it and see how it goes. "

This fat witch, while chatting gently with Alvin, personally helped Alvin set up the small table, filled out a bowl of herbal stew, and thoughtfully took out a pair of chopsticks while getting a spoon!

She had discovered a long time ago that the little wizard liked to use this kind of tableware, and this time she specially turned the fork into chopsticks.

Seeing this kind old dean taking care of him like a grandma, Alvin felt warm in his heart. Sure enough, the warmth of Hufflepuff will never let you down!

Alvin took a bite and found that it was not stewed with butter and pepper, but was stewed with the spices he brought to Bubu and the methods he taught.

Complete ingredients!

Although the taste is much different from what he remembered, it is still delicious, which shows that this elf is really studying hard!

"It tastes great. Thank you Professor for your trouble."

"As long as you like it, take good care of yourself and tell me if you need anything." Professor Sprout smiled even more happily when he heard that Alvin liked it.

Waiting until Alvin finished eating, telling Alvin that there was still more, and only after confirming that Alvin was really full, the lovely old professor took the tableware away, told Alvin to rest early, and left.

Ivan felt his body warm after eating. It must be the herbs in the stew that worked. Ivan remembered that the herbs seemed to sell for 7 Galleons a plant~

"Thank you, my dear professor." Ivan said to himself.

He swore that no one would dare to say anything bad about Hufflepuff again! Let him taste the power of dragon breath bullets! The caliber of the hand spray is not enough, so the RPG’s dragon breath bullets will do the trick! Everyone can’t just drink the unicorn blood~

(A certain socket man who had dismissed Hufflepuff not long ago as a loser who couldn’t hold up the wall suddenly shuddered~)

Alvin, who was lying on the hospital bed, stared blankly at the ceiling, his brain running rapidly.

"Maybe some things can be moved forward..."

After seriously thinking about the future plans he had made during the period after school started, and combined with the storyline of this damn world, in order to prevent the people around him from becoming a stepping stone between the protagonist and the villain, he decided to advance these plans. Got it!

"Sleep, sleep, and when you wake up, it's time to roll up!"

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"You loser! You can't even deal with a kid!"

Voldemort's sinister and angry voice came from Quirrell's mind, and Quirrell fell to the ground with a ferocious look on his face, wailing in pain.

"I'm sorry, my master. I didn't expect that he actually mastered the dark magic that can attack the soul! At first, I thought he didn't touch the dark magic books I gave him." Quirrell begged for mercy in pain, hoping that Voldemort would let him go. .

Just when he was about to retreat in the Forbidden Forest, the attack from behind caught him off guard and he was not aware of it at all!

The magic that had never been seen before was just like a cloud of smoke, without any texture, without any powerful fluctuations, as if it did no harm.

But it was this harmless feeling that caught people off guard and suffered a huge loss! Although the blow to the back of his head caused most of the damage to Voldemort, the pain that felt like a pair of big hands breaking his soul made him feel as if he had been struck by the Cruciatus Curse!

But the one who suffered the most was Voldemort. His soul was already in a weak state and he had been relying on absorbing Quirrell's life force. Some time ago, Quirrell couldn't hold on any longer, so he set his sights on the unicorn.

I didn't expect that as soon as I had absorbed enough life force, I would fall into the hands of a first-year wizard, which caused all the life force to be absorbed for a long time. Moreover, the unicorns were hidden and it was very difficult to find them.

Thinking of Voldemort's anger, he once again punished Quirrell severely. The severe pain in his body made Quirrell sweat profusely and he lay on the ground panting rapidly. However, the pain stopped after a moment and made Quirrell relax. One breath~

Finally, the master has finished venting...

He saved his life~

Voldemort didn't intend to kill Quirrell. After all, he only had this one useful subordinate around him, so he couldn't just abandon him.