Chapter 59 The first day of Quirrell’s death
After all, fire cannot be contained in paper.
To be precise, although various opinions were circulated in the morning, by the end of the morning class, most of what happened last night was finally revealed.
Quirrell was dead—that was confirmed.
He was not only a professor at Hogwarts, but also his mother's child - even though he was not even considered a sacrifice, the school still informed his family, and the ghosts witnessed it all.
The students who got up last night curiously visited Hagrid and confirmed that the carriage they saw last night was indeed occupied. Judging from the appearance in the morning and the fact that the school alarm was not triggered, everyone directly guessed that the person who came might be assisting. Auror.
"If Dumbledore wants to shout, he must at least call for help from an Auror, not a striker -"
So said the Gryffindor student.
Students whose courses were changed to self-study had enough time to think about the morning discussion - due to the sudden ban on corridors in the school this year, they naturally thought that Quirrell wanted to sneak in there, so the battle should start from the corridor over there. Called all the way to the office.
Or some people speculated that there was a trap over there. Quirrell, who had escaped from the trap in a hurry, was ambushed by the Auror who had been waiting for a long time - but Dumbledore couldn't bear to do it himself.
And Harry himself was pulled in - some people even speculated that Harry was cursed by Quirrell, and then Quirrell planned to alarm a lot of people while Harry was being sent to the hospital, so that Quirrell could go to the corridor.
In short, each major version has some flaws, but everyone was extremely happy to discuss it.
"Andrew, what do you think?"
"I'm looking at the Defense Against Magic textbook..."
Andrew got himself a piece of chicken breast - it was a bit spicy, and after swallowing it, he continued to explain.
"The Christmas break hasn't even started yet, so we're missing one professor... I don't think we'll be missing this course at the end of the semester. There's a good chance we'll have to find a substitute professor, so I'd better improve my grades."
"That's not easy to find... No one is willing to be a professor in this course, and another professor died this year... I think there is a high possibility of self-study and exams... But Andrew, will you read textbooks other than Transfiguration?"
"I will definitely do it before the exam."
Andrew's words caused the surrounding students to laugh - Quirrell's death did not bring any shadow to them. For most of these young students, death is still a distant word, and Professor Quirrell His unpopularity made his death meaningless to them.
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"Harry?"
Such sounds were tumbling in Harry's mind, and he felt as if his forehead was about to split, and his body was in a mess, as if he had been trampled by countless bison, and there was no place that was not hurting.
But another scorching and crazy wave of heat moved through his body, making it impossible for him to continue sleeping.
"Um…"
He opened his mouth slightly and made such a sound.
"He's awake!"
Harry heard this sound of surprise.
"That guy Snape definitely made a move on Harry!"
"Don't say that, kid."
Another voice said, "Before he was sent to me, he took a healing potion, and the effect was very good."
"That's because in order to make the beating more painful, he gave Harry some painkilling and healing potions!"
"What is this word..."
Such thoughts came to Harry's mind, but he also felt that Snape would indeed do such a thing.
"water…"
He suddenly felt very thirsty and made such a sound. As a mouthful of cold water came in, he was finally able to open his eyes.
"Ah, Ron? Neville?"
He looked around and found his roommate lying on the hospital bed on both sides.
"This is what you are doing?"
"They were locked in the corridor by Snape for most of the night. We came here directly to save you. They were not discovered until the morning... Madam Pomfrey said that they need to stay in the hospital for half a day to ensure rest." Although she knew they shouldn't, But Harry still wanted to laugh a little.
"You're fine, Harry."
Ron grinned, "By the way, I have to tell you some sad news - Hermione came here once and brought us the notebook for the morning."
"Well, that does seem like something she would do."
"By the way," Neville added, "They said Professor Quirrell died just last night. He cursed you so that he could steal things in that corridor."
"Snape lifted the curse - but it seems he taught you a lesson with magic..."
Dean made up for it.
This confusing relationship made Harry's already aching head unable to handle it all of a sudden.
"Let me think about it again...this is too messy..."
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“Dong dong dong…”
There was another knock on Dumbledore's office.
"Come in, ah—Minerva."
Dumbledore had a smile on his face because Professor McGonagall only had one document in hand.
"What's the matter? I worked hard until night last night."
"No important work, Albus."
Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore and said, "Harry is also awake. That office is currently being repaired. We need a new professor."
"I'm afraid it's difficult - not many professors are willing to take over someone else's work, especially when it's half-finished, but I'll try my best."
"Also, Severus called and reported that he seems to be planning to work part-time."
"Can't."
"no problem."
"One last thing," Professor McGonagall put the documents on the table. "We received a well-packaged package. Albus, the mirror you ordered has arrived, which is the Mirror of Erised."
There was even a suppressed smile on Professor McGonagall's serious face.
She still knew a little bit about Dumbledore's plan - to use the mirror to make a trap that ordinary people would never leave. The more desire they have, the more unable they are to escape from this mirror.
However, there was too much movement last night. After getting to know it a little bit, she found that the mirror was in a rather embarrassing situation.
The trap is not installed and the target does not exist.
Apparently, Dumbledore realized this too.
Not only the mirror, but also most of the mechanisms, carefully set levels and induced traps were all useless.
It is said to protect the Philosopher's Stone, but the Philosopher's Stone is even now carried by Dumbledore himself - originally it was supposed to be placed in the mirror as a bait...
This is very embarrassing.
But Professor McGonagall suddenly had an idea.
"Are you still going to use this mirror, Albus?"
"Please use it as you wish, Minerva."
“Although it is overkill, it can indeed play a role in teaching affairs.”
Professor McGonagall nodded, "Then, I will transfer it to my office."
(End of chapter)