"Unprecedented!"
In the school hospital, Professor McGonagall's stern rebuke overwhelmed the sobbing of the young wizards, Madam Pomfrey's hurried shouting, and the deans of each college tried their best to comfort them. Principal Dumbledore and Amosta stood at the door of the school hospital. In addition, facing the furious Professor McGonagall, his expression was a little uneasy.
In the corridor, many senior students wanted to pass by as if nothing had happened and inquire about the exciting details of Professor Blaine's Defense Against the Dark Arts 'practical class' this afternoon. However, they were all 'ferocious' by Professor McGonagall. His eyes scared him away.
"Since the founding of Hogwarts, there has never been such a serious teaching accident. Professor Brain, maybe your whimsical teaching methods are innovative enough, but I think you must stop, unless, you want to first That heir will send all the children home in one step!”
Dumbledore blinked and became interested in a panoramic telescope on the ceiling, as if he had no intention of accepting Professor McGonagall's question.
"...You know, Professor McGonagall, we have taken a lot of protective measures to ensure that nothing goes wrong. Principal Dumbledore himself also cast several powerful restraining spells on the two Inferi, so no one will be hurt. ..”
Amosta defended himself with a wry smile,
"I just want to exercise their courage..."
"Do you think it's just a matter of injury, Professor Blaine!"
Professor McGonagall's eyes flashed with a terrible light, and she stared at Amosta angrily.
"Let alone a group of children, how many adult wizards can withstand the fright of the Inferi?"
"That's the problem, Professor McGonagall -"
Amosta curled his lips helplessly,
"No one is born a warrior. If we want those children to quickly make accurate and effective responses when faced with dangerous situations that threaten their lives, we must train them, exercise their courage, and test their determination. Professor McGonagall, if under the premise of such comprehensive protection, the children can't even deal with two Inferi that only need a small spell to deal with... Please forgive me, is it possible that Hogwart Is the purpose of Ci’s teaching just to help the little wizards pass two meaningless exams?”
"A meaningless exam?"
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and stared at Amosta with sharp eyes like a hawk.
"Do you think so, Professor Blaine? Those are two exams that determine their fate. Well, let's not mention this for now... Maybe your starting point is good, but I think they are still too young. Maybe you can wait until..."
"When?"
Amosta asked with a smile,
"Should we wait until danger has its fangs around their necks to teach children how to use wisdom and courage to resist danger?"
Seeing that the argument was gradually turning into a quarrel, Dumbledore finally stopped standing around. He walked between Professor McGonagall and Amosta and said to the point,
"In my opinion, how about giving the decision-making power on this issue back to the children?"
Due to time constraints, there were only half as many young wizards participating in the trial this afternoon, and no one thought of how to deal with the Inferi.
Quite a few of them cried and retraced their steps and gave up completely not long after entering the maze. Among the young wizards who persisted, none even successfully reunited like Harry and Draco.
Hermione unfortunately fell down while passing through the small ditch. When she was struggling to climb up while holding on to the overturned piece of wood, she accidentally discovered a pair of eyes covered with white hood, and there was a stabbing sound. After screaming that broke her eardrums, she fainted.
Daphne Greengrass, who was in the same group as her, was frightened by the Inferi falling from the ceiling and ran in the wrong direction, so she also failed the trial.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, the most remarkable performances were actually first-year students Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom.
Ginny quickly discovered something was wrong with the piece of wood. She used a little magic spell to activate the wood. After discovering that the wood was actually a dead body, Ginny did not run away. Instead, she suppressed her fear and used a freezing spell to freeze it. After reaching the bank of the canal, the clumsy Inferi kept spinning in the water without being able to come up. Unfortunately, Ginny didn't know how to kill the Inferi, and ultimately failed due to running out of time.
And Neville Longbottom, who has always been a bit submissive in the eyes of everyone, did not expect to be stupid and bold. He fell into the ditch like Hermione... Then, while shouting in fright, he followed Yin in the ditch. The corpse played a game of human flesh, and was finally fished out of the water by a livid-faced Snape...
Madam Pomfrey had just fed everyone a can of chocolate milk with joy potion. The atmosphere in the school hospital was much better than it was at the beginning. Because of Amosta's magical contract, no one could do anything. Discuss what happened in that classroom this afternoon.
"What are the flowers... peanuts..."
Lying on the innermost bed in the school hospital with Colin and Justin, the squirrel-like Professor Lockhart with swollen cheeks tried his best to stretch his head and kept asking. However, Hermione, who was closest to him, did not stop. Pay attention to him.
"There's no way we can deal with something like that..."
Hermione had obviously not escaped from the fear. She huddled up in the quilt, her body was trembling slightly, and her tearful eyes were at a loss.
Harry was lying next to her. His condition seemed to be good, but his face was a little pale. However, he didn't know how to comfort Hermione. His empty eyes pointed at the white ceiling. He was thinking about what Malfoy said this afternoon. Those words---the dark wizard, the privately ruthless Professor Brain?
What did Malfoy know?
"Potter..."
Leaning on the bed opposite, Malfoy, who had been staring at Harry's face since entering the school hospital, spoke with a sinister look on his face.
"Any advice, Malfoy?"
As the most clear-cut opponent in the school, it was obviously impossible for Harry to settle the feud with Draco just because of a failed cooperation. While he was deep in thought, he subconsciously gave Malfoy an annoyed eye roll.
The insulted Malfoy pursed his lips tightly and his cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He glared at Harry hatefully and turned his head to the side.
However, a few minutes later, Malfoy still couldn't suppress the questions in his heart and stared blankly at Harry's face and asked,
"Why did you do that this afternoon?"
Harry understood what Malfoy wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to answer. At that moment of life and death, the decision he made was completely driven by instinct. Even when he came back to his senses, he felt that at that moment The decision is very ridiculous.
Just kidding, why would he choose to save Malfoy, the one he hated the most among all the little wizards in this school?
"...If you are willing to tell me what you mean by those words you said about Professor Blaine, Malfoy, maybe I can honestly tell you why I made that stupid decision at that time."
"Potter!"
At this time, the slight uneasiness derived from gratitude in Malfoy's heart completely disappeared. He bared his teeth and stared at Harry fiercely like a threatened hyena.
"You expect me to express gratitude for your meager help, huh? In fact, like everyone else, you have done nothing!"
"Aha, thanks!"
Harry also became energetic. He sat up from the bed, his eyes were equally sharp.
"I never dare to ask for your thanks... To be honest, Malfoy, I doubt you really understand what this word means?"
