When Principal Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Amosta walked into the school hospital one after another, almost half of the young wizards were attracted by the unclear rivalry between Harry and Draco. For the young wizards, , Forgetting is always easier than remembering, and the pursuit of freshness and the unknown is their innate good character.
"ah--"
Dumbledore glanced at the two of them with a smile, walked to the center of the crowded hall, looked around at the young wizards who were still energetic, and cleared their throats.
"I'm really glad that I don't see any depressed or lost faces here..."
Professor McGonagall coughed twice unhappily, because Dumbledore's words were not particularly objective. Some of the young wizards' eyes were still flashing with fear, and many of them looked lost.
"Just now, Professor McGonagall, Professor Blaine and I discussed in detail whether the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical class needs to continue. Professor McGonagall believes that you are currently facing such dangerous dark creatures and beyond your control. However, Professor Brain insists that danger always comes inadvertently, so it is very urgent and necessary to train your ability to handle and solve danger..."
Except for Madam Pomfrey leaning against the wall and muttering in disapproval, no one made a sound. Everyone stared helplessly at the three people with different expressions in the center of the hall.
"--I think the decision-making power should be returned to you."
Dumbledore looked at the young wizards with gentle eyes. He spoke very slowly to ensure that everyone could hear clearly.
"Do you think this practice, which may be somewhat 'radical', needs to continue?"
The situation that Professor McGonagall expected for the little wizards to rush to give up did not happen. The little wizards looked at each other, but no one took the lead in saying that they wanted to give up.
"But, Headmaster Dumbledore--"
After a long time, Ginny raised her hand timidly. She looked at Professor Blaine, who was smiling and didn't seem to care much about the choices of the young wizards. Fear flashed in her eyes.
"We can't give up, right... I mean, we have all signed that contract. If we give up halfway, we will be severely punished."
"If that's what you're afraid of, Miss Weasley, there's no need for that."
Amosta explained to everyone,
"Principal Dumbledore has the power to help you forcefully terminate the contract. If anyone now thinks that you are unable to defeat the dark creatures in the maze, you can apply now. Principal Dumbledore and I can ensure that you do not Any punishment will be meted out.”
This time, the atmosphere in the hospital was much more lively. Many people showed eager expressions, but because no one took the lead, no one spoke for a while.
"Professor Brain--"
At this time, Hermione, who was in a depressed mood, raised her hand.
"Do you really think that's something a young wizard can defeat?"
"It's not difficult, Miss Granger--"
Amosta looked at the little witch he admired so much, nodded and smiled,
"You were just blinded by fear for a moment, and did not see through the weak nature of the enemy's ferocious appearance... As far as I know, Miss Granger, you and Mr. Potter and your common friend Mr. Weasley once Together we defeated a twelve-foot-tall troll in the girls' bathroom in first grade, please—"
Amosti nodded towards Hermione and Harry on the bed next to her.
"Did you use any particularly powerful spells at that time?"
"No, Professor!"
Harry is not a fool. He will not be unable to hear who Dumbledore's words were biased towards. With Principal Dumbledore's trust, Malfoy's inexplicable accusations against Professor Blaine can no longer make him feel... Troubled, after hearing Professor Blaine's question, Harry subconsciously answered,
"Ron used a levitating spell... I used some methods to confuse its attention... In short, although it was thrilling, it actually didn't take much effort."
Professor McGonagall watched proudly as Harry blew his nose hard. She seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by Dumbledore, who was listening with great interest.
Amosta nodded with satisfaction. He glanced at Madam Pomfrey who was filling Professor Lockhart with medicine, looked around at her pair of small eyes that shone with seriousness, and continued to ask,
"Does anyone think that what you encountered in the maze today is more difficult to deal with than a giant monster?"
The second-grade wizards present were all deeply impressed by what happened on the night before Halloween the year before last. The troll was not a particularly mysterious creature. Even if they had not seen it with their own eyes, most of them had seen it in books. It seemed that when faced with Professor Brain's question, the young wizards who had already encountered the Inferi in the afternoon frowned.
"...According to my opinion, the troll is still more difficult to deal with!"
"Needless to say, a crazy troll can throw me into the sky. That thing in the maze..."
When the chatter of the little wizards reached his ears, Amosta laughed innocently,
"It seems that you all have understood, right? Despair will only truly come when you face your fear and completely choose to give up!"
"What a great, wise statement--"
Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses and wiped his eyes, muttering quietly.
"But, Professor--"
Hermione is an extremely rational little witch. Although she also received great encouragement from Professor Blaine's speech, she still hopes to get a more realistic answer.
"We don't know anything about that thing, we don't know what to do with it!"
"Hey, haven't I already told you the method?"
Amosta winked playfully, "And my hint is very obvious, Miss Granger."
As expected, everyone was confused. When did Professor Blaine mention this terrifying creature in class?
The young wizards were talking a lot. Hermione frowned and carefully recalled every lesson, every word, and even private conversations of Professor Blaine since he became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. However, no matter how she thought, her inspiration was like The moonlight shrouded in thick clouds could not shine through at all!
Next to Hermione, Harry bit his lip in confusion, seeming to have some realization.
"I-I hope to continue, Professor McGonagall..."
Ten minutes later, contrary to everyone's expectations, the little transparent Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor House was the first to raise his hand and express his opinion.
Amosta looked at the round-faced little boy with strange eyes. This was the second time Neville Longbottom had surprised him today.
To be honest, he had never expected that any young wizard would dare to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Inferi before. If nothing else happens, this Longbottom will become a great weapon in the future!
"Mr. Longbottom!"
Professor McGonagall looked at Neville sternly,
"If you just want to satisfy your grandma, you don't have to prove yourself in this way!"
Professor McGonagall's gaze almost scared Neville's neck into his chest, especially in the presence of Principal Dumbledore. He could hardly muster any courage to argue. He just lowered his head and muttered something that no one could hear clearly. .
"Then, the decision-making power will be left to you two--"
Amosta did not wait for every little wizard to express his opinion. He looked deeply at Lockhart, then turned to Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, smiled and nodded, and left the school hospital directly towards his own room. office.
There, he had more important things to do.
