Chapter 83 You can’t expect the first-year students to protect the Philosopher’s Stone, right?
The first class the next morning was Professor Snape's Potions class.
While he was dazed, Harry felt someone pushing him.
"Get up, Harry."
It was Seamus' voice.
"Today is Old Bat's class. Do you want to be sprayed with his venom?"
This was Ron's voice.
"Old Bat?" Harry rubbed his eyes.
"Oh, it's Snape." Ron explained to Harry thoughtfully: "Fred and George said he was wearing a black robe and looked particularly like a bat."
Harry didn't hold back and laughed.
When they were sitting together for dinner in the morning, Ron asked Harry in a low voice: "Harry, how was your stay in the Forbidden Forest last night?"
"I think it's okay," Harry shrugged, rolling out some tomato sauce baked beans on bread, and adding a piece of sausage and bacon. "The Forbidden Forest is indeed dangerous, but I made a friend in it. After we finish eating For lunch, I will take you to get to know her.”
"New friend?" Ron became interested immediately: "Her? Is she a centaur?"
"No, it's a unicorn." Harry smiled mysteriously at Ron.
"Cool..." Hermione came up with interest: "How did you meet? Oh... I mean, I read in the book that unicorns usually only get close to women with the purest minds. I didn't expect that they would also get along with boys. Make friends?”
"Because a dark wizard attacked her, and I happened to be passing by and rescued her." Harry said matter-of-factly.
"Then how did you defeat the dark wizard?" Neville suddenly asked.
"I cast a harmless little hex on him." Harry took a bite of the bread.
The sour and delicious baked beans in tomato sauce, coupled with the unique flavor of sausage and the smoky flavor of some bacon, made Harry's empty stomach somewhat satisfied.
What else can I say?
Hermione suddenly became alert when she heard the "harmless little curse".
"What did you say? Harry?" Hermione asked in a low voice: "You won't...Oh God, did you really use..."
At this point, Hermione seemed to choke for a moment.
"Okay, okay, when you are in danger, it's nothing to randomly try to use such a spell, but... no one notices it, right?"
"No." When Harry said this, he suddenly thought of Fang.
Unfortunately, when I left with Hagrid yesterday, I forgot to take Fang with him who was under the coma spell.
I hope it's okay, Harry thought to himself, and spread some scrambled eggs on the toast. After thinking about it, he added some bacon and some sausages, and finally added a slice of tomato and cheese slices on top to make it. A delicious and tasty sandwich.
"No wonder."
Hermione changed the topic, but she frowned again.
"It's just...why did the dark wizard attack the unicorn? You know, it is a very holy and noble creature. No matter what the reason, attacking a unicorn is an unforgivable crime..." "Because unicorns "Harry answered succinctly: "A centaur named Firenze told me that the dark wizard was using the unicorn's blood to delay his dying life so that he could obtain the Philosopher's Stone. To restore life and strength.”
"No wonder." Hermione lowered her head, thought for a moment, and asked again: "Then the question is, the Philosopher's Stone is in Hogwarts, who would dare to steal it under Dumbledore's nose? ?”
"There is such a person. He has been dormant for many years and is eager to make a comeback. But he is now in ruins - only this method can restore his peak power." Harry ate the homemade sandwich in three bites. Dropped, "Guess, who else?"
"Who is it?" Ron took a sip of pumpkin juice.
"Is it Voldemort?!" Hermione growled.
Hearing this name, Ron lost his grip on the pumpkin juice and dropped it on the table with a thud.
Fortunately, it was a thick glass, and he drank most of it without spilling it on himself.
Seamus gasped, not sure if it was because of the name or because he heard the news about Voldemort.
As for Neville, his face turned completely pale.
Among the five friends present, only Hermione and Harry were not afraid of this name at all.
Hermione didn't know Voldemort well enough, and Harry simply didn't think Voldemort was worth fearing.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
"How could this happen?" Ron stood up suddenly, and because of his large movements, he attracted the attention of the entire auditorium.
He quickly sat down again and lowered his voice and said, "It's impossible. Principal Dumbledore is here at Hogwarts. How dare he?"
"What if Dumbledore is no longer in school?" Hermione stared at Ron. "You know, the principal is not always in the school. Once he leaves the school, it will be the best time for Voldemort to take action! We must remind him Principal Dumbledore!”
"Don't worry Hermione, Hagrid went to the principal's office last night to remind Professor Dumbledore." Harry replied absently.
There were only two things on his mind - the first was to find the magic stone, and the second was to remove the curse from Pappy's wound.
Now that Harry said so, Hermione couldn't say anything else.
Yes, since Principal Dumbledore already knows the situation, he will definitely respond appropriately.
You can't expect us freshmen to protect the Philosopher's Stone, right?
The Potions class was still spent in the venom spray of Professor Snape. This time, even Hermione was not spared. Because she had something on her mind, she accidentally added half an ounce of bat liver.
After Harry brewed a perfect pot of swelling potion, Snape pouted and reluctantly gave Gryffindor a point.
Later, Neville was deducted five points because he boiled the pot dry.
Gryffindor students are all used to it. After all, it is normal for Professor Snape to deduct points from Gryffindor.
But even this can't stop Slytherin from currently being last in the House Cup - because Slytherin's house points were deducted 150 points by him.
When get out of class was over, Harry asked Ron and the others to wait outside.
He had bought several bottles of blood-replenishing potions in Diagon Alley, but to be honest, the potions bought outside were definitely not as effective as those brewed by potion masters like Professor Snape.
It would be fine if an ordinary person needed this kind of potion, but after all, Pabby was his old friend. He would rather be sprayed by Snape's venom than use the best potion for his good friend.
Of course, Snape also noticed Harry who had not left yet. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and said greasyly: "Is there anything else? Potter? Does the great savior also have some minor problems in adolescence that he wants to ask him for advice on?" Poor old professor?”
(End of chapter)