Hogwarts lazy snake

In today's herbal medicine class, the magic plant taught was Dictamni. Its vibrant green leaves and unique scent filled the entire class with a mysterious atmosphere.

After the class, Horn went to Professor Sprout with a feeling of anticipation and nervousness. "Professor, I am really curious about this difficile. I heard that it is a healing elixir in the wizarding world. What are its specific magical effects?"

Horn cleverly avoided the topic of ravens and simply asked about ditsy. Professor Sprout looked at Horn kindly and replied with a smile:

"Dittany is indeed an extremely precious magical plant. It can quickly heal all kinds of wounds, whether they are ordinary scrapes, cuts, or more serious injuries. It can play a significant therapeutic effect. And for some injuries caused by magic, Dittany also has a unique therapeutic effect."

Horn nodded thoughtfully and continued to ask: "Then Professor, is there anything special that needs to be paid attention to when it treats different injuries?"

Professor Sprout patiently answered: "When using Dictamnus, you must use it carefully according to the specific circumstances of the injury and make sure that you use it correctly."

Horn looked at the professor gratefully and said, "Thank you, professor. I will definitely keep your words in mind."

After getting the difficile, Horn was looking forward to trying to save the "old man" who could not be exposed.

On the way back to the common room, Draco asked curiously, "Horn, you just consulted Professor Sprout for so long, is it because of dill?"

Horn was slightly stunned, then smiled and replied: "Well, I think herbology is amazing, so I asked a few more questions. And Xiaolong, you should know that our dean, Professor Snape, is a famous potion master in the wizarding world."

However, Horn's heart still skipped a beat, and he immediately realized that yes, he was trying to fool people again.

"Hey, Horn, you're not being a good friend." Draco said with an expression that said, "I saw through you." "I wanted to ask you this morning, but I couldn't help myself because I saw your troubled expression."

"Uh...well, actually, the last time I fell..." Horn said this, and saw Draco's expression of "It's up to you whether I believe it or not, but I'm a fool", and sighed. It seems that he can't hide it anymore. He had seen it in the dormitory this morning.

"At Hogwarts, everyone is required to bring a pet. In fact, in addition to carrots, I also have a raven, but I've never taken it out."

Horn said as he took out Hei Si from the small bag and placed it in front of him. "This is Hei Si. I don't know if it happened to be running out on the day when my magic power went wild. Anyway, it doesn't look like it's dead, and it doesn't look like it's alive."

In fact, Horn did doubt whether Hei Si had escaped at that time. After all, Hei Si's other identity was the key to the cave. Perhaps he knew what happened that day.

Professor Quirrell suddenly appeared in front of Horn and Draco from the corner, accompanied by a strong smell of garlic. The pungent smell instantly spread, making people frown.

Professor Quirrell's eyes were fixed on the raven in Horn's hand. He asked with a puzzled look on his face, "What...what's going on?"

Horn's heart tightened, and he lowered his hands and quickly hid the raven inside his robes. He smiled and said to the kind Professor Quirrell, the Voldemort version of Professor Voldemort: "Professor, this is just a wounded bird. I can take care of it myself. Don't worry about it."

As he said this, he stepped back. After all, he didn't want such a big human-shaped garlic to get close to him. It was a bit difficult to bear!

Professor Quirrell frowned slightly, as if he did not quite believe Horn's words: "This is... a... crow, it looks... badly injured. I... I... may be able to... help."

At this time, Draco stood up, stood in front of Horn, raised his chin and said, "Professor Quirrell, Horn is right, this is just an ordinary bird. We Slytherins can handle these small matters ourselves. Even if we can't solve them, we can go to our Professor Snape. I won't bother you."

Looking at Draco's tough attitude, and then looking at Horn's expression that didn't need your concern, Professor Quirrell was hesitant, and finally pulled out an awkward smile: "Well, since you are so confident, I won't intervene. But if you need anything, feel free to come to me."

After saying that, Professor Quirrell turned and left, and when he left, he looked at the location where Horn had hidden the raven. Looking at Professor Quirrell's purple back as he walked away, Horn and Draco looked at each other, but the uneasiness in their hearts did not dissipate.

Horn looked at Quirrell's back, feeling a little scared and a little strange.

Is this a coincidence, or is that ugly hairless monster targeting Hei Si? It can't be that the real Professor Quirrell saw that a student's pet was injured and wanted to help.

That definitely can't be the case. That means this hairless monster has set its sights on Hei Si, but why is it targeting Hei Si?

"Horn, why do you think Headmaster Dumbledore would choose such a weird guy as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Draco did not realize that his actions and attitude just now were on the verge of madness and death.

Hearing Draco's words, Horn remembered the scene of scolding Quirrell just now, so he raised his thumb to Draco and said, "Good job, little dragon."

"Of course!" Draco looked up with a matter-of-fact expression, but then he thought of Horn's injured bird: "By the way, what I said just now was right, why don't we go find Professor Snape?"

Looking at Draco's expression, Horn felt helpless and a little worried, but thinking that Draco should be safe for now, after all, Draco was probably still planning his resurrection, and he needed Death Eaters like Lucius Malfoy to help. At this time, an influential wizard family was still very important.

"Well, that's also a solution. We can go find Professor Snape then. There's Potions class tomorrow anyway." Horn did not reject what Draco said, but he had to see if he could wake this "old man" up tonight.

As he said this, he raised his hand to reveal Hei Si, whose head was drooping limply. He was still breathing, and Horn thought he could start grilling him.

Anyway, there was no good solution for the time being, so Horn went to the dormitory while talking to Draco, and Horn also asked Draco if he knew where Carlotta had gone.

When Draco heard Horn ask this, he told him the news he had heard from his childhood follower Goyle, that Carlotta met a little witch with the same hobbies when she went to the bathroom before the astronomy class that day, and they got together.

Hearing this, the two looked at each other and said that this was very good. After all, it was good for a little witch to be with two little wizards and make new friends! At least that's what Horn thought. As for whether Draco was happy to see his mortal enemy leave, or if it was something else except for him, it was unknown.

At a corner, Quirrell, who was wrapped in a purple turban, looked pale, his eyes fixed on the two departing figures, his eyes revealing a complex emotion. At this moment, an extremely uncomfortable hoarse voice sounded like thunder in Quirrell's ears:

"Why not trick the raven from the little wizard? Have you forgotten that we are one now? Everything you have now is given to you by me."

Quirrell trembled all over, stammering and trying to explain but not knowing where to start. He tried to calm himself down and said:

"No, Quirrell has not forgotten, but... there is no chance. My dear master, you have also seen how determined their attitude is."

If other wizards saw Quirrell without stuttering at this moment, they would definitely be surprised.

And it was obvious that Quirrell was filled with deep fear of the owner of this voice. His body was trembling slightly, as if he was facing an extremely terrifying existence.

"Besides, I have to get the Philosopher's Stone that Dumbledore got from Gringotts..." Quirrell's voice became smaller and smaller, with a hint of helplessness and cowardice.

"No matter what, Quirrell, you must get that raven and give it to me. I can feel it. I can feel that the raven has what I need. My intuition tells me!"

The hoarse voice became more and more urgent, completely disregarding Quirrell's feelings. The voice seemed to carry an invisible pressure that made Quirrell almost unable to breathe.

"And I want both the raven and the Philosopher's Stone. You must find a way! Otherwise, you will feel the dire consequences."

"I will, master! Don't worry, I will take the little wizard's raven and the Philosopher's Stone and present them to you, my master." Quirrell heard the regret in the hoarse voice, as if he thought of something, and promised with some fear and nervousness.

"Master? Are you still there?" Quirrell called out nervously, but after waiting for a long time, he did not hear the hoarse voice respond. He stood there, his heart beating like a drum, beads of sweat on his forehead, his eyes full of anxiety and fear.

Snapped!

Suddenly, he felt someone pat his shoulder hard, and Qi Luo, who was still calling his master in a low voice, was so scared that he shrank back like a frightened bird. He turned his head in horror and saw a man dressed in black with greasy medium-length hair standing behind him.

Quirrell looked carefully and found that the person taking the photo of him was Professor Snape.

Snape frowned, his eyes darting back and forth at Quirrell, while looking around, and said in confusion: "Professor Quirrell, are you talking to someone? Is there anyone else here?!"

"No...no, Professor...Snape, you...must have heard...wrongly."

Seeing that it was Snape, Quirrell slowly straightened up his shrunken body, and patted the place where Snape had just patted, as if to hide his panic. Then, as if eager to escape, Quirrell hurried away, leaving a word before leaving.

"Snape, someone asked me to tell you not to forget your identity!"

Looking at the last wisp of purple disappearing around the corner, Snape stood there, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes. He looked slightly towards the tallest building and murmured, "I hope, Albus, you can really protect..."

His voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was praying to some distant being.

There was a complex expression on his face, showing worry, helplessness, and a hint of imperceptible determination.

Snape then turned and walked down another corridor.