CH 90: Dumbledore’s second invitation

Harry stood up slowly, rubbed his eyes, and glanced at the window beside him.

Today's sky was unusually blue, and outside the window, two gray sparrows were chirping.

They had awakened him.

His gaze fell on the small table next to the hospital bed, and he was shocked to see it piled with candies, like a hill, as if half of the candy store had been moved there.

At that moment, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Madam, I just went in to take a look. If he doesn't wake up, I won't do anything and I won't disturb anyone else."

"Okay, okay." Madam Pomfrey's helpless voice sounded.

Not long after, Hermione appeared in front of him. Just as Harry was about to stand up, he felt a pain in his wrist.

"Oh, Harry!! Oh my gosh, you finally woke up!!" Hermione was pleasantly surprised, with an undisguised smile on her face, and rushed over to help Harry sit on the bed.

"Thanks, Hermione," Harry said, rubbing his sore wrist.

"Hey, don't touch it," Hermione said. "The muscles and bones in your hand are crushed. Do you know what Madam Pomfrey said?"

Harry looked at his splinted hand in surprise: "What did she say?"

"She said there was nothing but rotten flesh between the bones and skin of your wrist, and she also said you didn't know what you drank, and all the organs and muscles in your body were damaged due to overload.

Oh my God, I almost fainted when I heard it! "

"Oh!" Harry's mouth twitched, and he was a little frightened. He just didn't want to let go of the sword at that time, but in the end, Voldemort kept strangling him with a belt. As for how miserable it was... well, he didn't care at that time.

Muscle and organ overload, that's even easier, thanks to the Flax of Wrath Troll blood-thinning version.

"I don't even know how you dare to go find Quirrell alone." Hermione said.

"You know?!" Harry looked at the worried face in surprise.

"Of course, the whole school knows. Well, I don't know how it spread. These candies are their gifts to you." Hermione explained, then immediately changed the topic and asked: "So how did you dare?"

"Hermione, don't think too much, I chose it myself. I wanted to try and face him and Voldemort."

"Ahem, cough, cough... cough, cough..."

The white curtain next to him was suddenly opened, and a senior who didn't know what was wrong said in a low voice:

"Potter, I know you're not afraid of You-Know-Who, but please don't say that again."

"Oh, sorry." Harry looked embarrassed.

After the curtain was closed again, Harry looked at Hermione: "How did the news spread outside?"

"Quirrell wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and you stopped him." Hermione said.

"You didn't say You-Know-Who?" Harry said quietly.

"Mysterious man? No." Hermione shook her head in confusion: "What does this have to do with him."

"Oh, we have to talk about it later. Obviously this may not be suitable for spreading." Harry shook his head, and he picked up a piece of sandwich chocolate and put it into his mouth.

"By the way, what was the big explosion outside the castle that day?"

"What big explosion?!" Hermione said.

"That's what happened not long before I was admitted to the hospital. Two giant hands of cloud and mist surrounded me from the sky and the earth..."

"That's Mr. Peregrine's imaging spell," Hermione said.

oh…

Harry suddenly thought of the time when Dumbledore released the shield and blocked all the shock waves. No matter how powerful it looked, there was no feeling inside the castle at all.

The super fast casting speed and the super huge shield instantly enveloped the entire castle.

"Anyway, what you did this time was too dangerous." Hermione said.

"It's okay." Harry said calmly. After waking up, he only had to think about it carefully to realize the thought that went into these levels.

Although the previous levels are difficult, there are traces to follow.

The last level is a giant monster with a mixture of anger.

This has nothing to do with him at all, it is purely a challenge set for Quirrell, and it is also a safe house for him to rest and recuperate.

The blood of the giant monster killed by Quirrell was full of anger mixture, and its concentration was just within his tolerance range.

Is this a coincidence? !

He knew very well that it wasn't.

However, even under such favorable conditions, it was still difficult for him to defeat the extremely weak Voldemort head-on.

"It's really scary..." He sighed and couldn't help but look at his hands.

There are still too few spells that I know, otherwise I wouldn't be stupid enough to go up with the sword in the end.

Harry kept reviewing it in his mind.

My observation ability is still not enough... If I could have discovered earlier that my body could cause harm to Voldemort, even if I sprayed blood on his face, it would be enough to make him drink a pot.

If I learn the Silent Spell and wear an invisibility cloak, I can poke his ass...

Anyway…

I'm still too weak!

Hermione looked at Harry helplessly and could only shake her head.

In her mind, a little angel with wings suddenly appeared, grabbed her ears, and said angrily:

"Huh?! Are you trying to preach again? Hermione, Hermione, don't do this again. Anyway, he's awake now and has nothing missing, which is a good thing, right?"

Hermione shook her head, dispelling the talkative little angel, and said with a smile: "Alright, you need to get some good rest. Oh, and I need to inform Mr. Jones that you've woken up."

"Trouble." Harry nodded.

Not long after Hermione left, three more people appeared in front of the hospital bed.

"Tsk, put it down, put it down!" Draco commanded Crabbe and Goyle.

Crabbe was holding Harry's suitcase, which contained daily necessities divided into categories, while Goyle was holding a cake in his hand.

"Oh, I really didn't expect..."

"What didn't you expect?" Draco raised the corners of his mouth proudly, anticipating more thanks from Harry.

Harry observed Draco's performance and sighed helplessly: "Well, thank you anyway! I was just wondering what to wear when I leave the ward."

As for the previous set of clothes, I guess I don't have to do anything anymore.

He felt a pang of distress at this thought. Each set of clothes had been salvaged over time by the little maintenance expert in the neighborhood!

Draco nodded with satisfaction and said in a drawn-out tone: "Ah~ don't mention it, tell me what you really think about stopping Quirrell from stealing the Sorcerer's Stone!

They said you broke into a haunted house full of screaming monsters and killed another troll, is that true? ! "

"Some of what you said is true, but when put together, it sounds highly exaggerated!" Harry replied.

"Okay, go on." Draco looked at him expectantly. Crabbe and Goyle were equally eager. These two guys were much thinner than before.

Of course, Harry didn't mind sharing; he had done it and even received praise from Uncle Felix, so this was indeed a passing exam.

He should have passed... Harry thought to himself.

But of course, he glossed over the experience a bit to make it seem less intense; otherwise, it would have been too ostentatious.

He also omitted any mention of Voldemort.

However, Harry soon realized something from the expressions on the three Felixes' faces.

Even the story he had toned down was more bizarre and thrilling than the current rumors.

Shortly after the story ended, Felix walked in, followed by Dumbledore.

Felix's cat-like face glanced at the portrait of Delis Devante on the wall of the infirmary. Delis was a very famous therapist, and even St. Mungo's Hospital had her portrait.

Additionally, she was also the former Headmistress of Hogwarts.

It is not difficult to explain why he met Dumbledore when he went downstairs.

"Is there anything you want to ask?" Felix looked at Harry.

"Ministry of Magic matters..." Harry began.

"Oh, oh, oh." Dumbledore interrupted him and said with a smile: "Harry, don't worry, it's just a minor trouble and it has been solved."

That's good... Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Then he turned to ask: "Then professors... what did they say?

Now that the news about me has spread, will anyone accuse the professors of not being competent enough because I went to see Professor McGonagall at that time! "

Dumbledore glanced at Felix and couldn't help but wonder... why Harry's concerns always seemed to involve him.

"Of course, the professors are fine. To be precise...two professors became furious after learning the truth of the matter because they were worried about you!"

"who?"

"Professor McGonagall and..." Dumbledore hesitated before continuing: "Hagrid!"

Felix sighed. He didn't know the full history between Severus and Harry's parents, but... it was evidently very complicated.

He still remembered the day when Snape had shown his unrestrained anger to Dumbledore.

It was as if he had said, "Even the principal will kill you!"

Afterwards, Harry asked numerous questions, about the Mirror of Erised, about the curse on himself, the so-called "love" magic.

It sounded like he understood but didn't understand!

After leaving the infirmary, Felix and Dumbledore strolled through the corridor.

"By the way, Felix!" Dumbledore suddenly spoke up: "The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is now vacant. I wonder if you are interested in taking the position for one year."

Felix pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"One year?"

Dumbledore burst into laughter upon hearing this response. Due to Riddle's curse, he now directly asked people if they were willing to serve for one year.

However, the reality was that the vast majority of people couldn't hold the position for one year.

Sometimes, the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam questions were even set by Professor McGonagall.

"Longer is fine if you can manage it. You're always welcome at Hogwarts."

Felix was a little puzzled. He had heard about the curse legend of Defense Against Dark Arts since he entered this school.

No matter who taught it, various accidents would always occur during the one-year term, ultimately leading them to leave the position voluntarily or involuntarily.

He was also quite curious about this kind of curse that involved the future and the concept of fate.

"Then let's agree to it." Felix nodded and proceeded towards the fourth floor.

Dumbledore watched his retreating figure, feeling optimistic.

This position had always been a thorn in his side. It wasn't a major issue, but it constantly nagged at him.

And as time passed, this problem had begun to escalate.

If Felix hadn't agreed, he might have had to advertise in the Daily Prophet or find some incompetent person to fill the position.

Perhaps starting from today... Hogwarts might have one more Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who could serve for a long time.