Chapter 295 If I Really Killed His Father

Chapter 295 If I really killed his father...

"What the hell is going on!!"

Madam Pomfrey's scream suddenly sounded in the empty Hogwarts Castle, like thunder from the ground.

"Neville...ah...he played with fire, yes, that's it." Harry had to bite the bullet and said.

"I didn't say that!" Madam Pomfrey's face turned pale: "You often came to me with burns some time ago. Now you bring your friends to me. I'm not surprised at all. I'm talking about this!"

As she said, Madam Pomfrey pointed to Harry's third hand.

Then, in her horrified eyes, the hand raised up and greeted her.

Dongdong--

Accompanied by the knock on the door, the door of the infirmary was opened, and Mu En pushed the door and walked in, then grabbed the naughty hand freely.

Snap--

A bloody scene appeared, and Mu En shook his sleeves and reconnected his arm.

"Poppy, this is my arm, don't panic." Mu En nodded slightly and explained.

"So... magic?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Moon uncertainly.

"Ah, magic." Moon nodded casually and waved his finger. Neville's body floated up and then lay down on the bed obediently.

At this moment, the embers of the flames had passed, leaving only the white skin and the tender red muscles exposed underneath.

"You have courage." Moon nodded: "Your teacher will be here soon."

"Thank you, Professor Jones." Neville nodded reluctantly, and then looked at the ceiling with a blank look.

No one knew what he was thinking, but looking at the slightly raised corners of his mouth, he seemed to be in a good mood now.

"Okay, you go out first." Madam Pomfrey said. He carefully observed Harry and Draco and found that both of them had some skin injuries.

She knew that Harry was very experienced in these minor injuries. After all, this guy would always injure himself a little every once in a while, and would run to the infirmary to ask for difficile.

Well... as long as difficile, Harry's injuries were basically external injuries.

"Take care of your wounds yourself. Okay, don't disturb Longbottom. He needs to rest." Pomfrey said, pushing and driving the two children out of the infirmary.

"Oh my God..." In the quiet infirmary, looking at Neville with his skin torn, Pomfrey could only shake his head helplessly.

Soon... When it was getting dark, Madam Pomfrey finally stopped her work.

And at this moment, Neville was wrapped like a mummy.

This is Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor of Hogwarts. Her medical methods can be said to be the most cumbersome in the whole of Britain. Even in the eyes of some doctors in St. Mungo's, using bandages instead of magic here is a backward and inefficient move.

But for Pomfrey, what she wants is never efficiency or those powerful drugs.

But no sequelae.

This is the most important thing in her eyes.

In the silent corridor, footsteps suddenly sounded.

Dongdong——

"Come in." Pomfrey wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and sat on the chair tiredly.

Then, the door was pushed open.

Grindelwald was different now. His gray hair fell to his shoulders. He wore a hat and a heavy suit that seemed to be from many years ago. He looked neat and clean.

"I'm here to see Longbottom." He slightly pressed down the brim of his hat and smiled.

"Please help yourself, but don't stay too long. He needs to rest." Madam Pomfrey nodded.

She knew who this person was, but every time she saw him, she always felt a little ridiculous...

"Teacher..." Neville propped himself up weakly.

"Lie down." Grindelwald walked to the bedside and glanced down casually.

"It worked. How do you feel?" Grindelwald asked.

"Very good..." Neville nodded with difficulty: "He died... At that moment, I finally felt a little... a little..."

After a moment of silence, he said the word heavily.

"Meaning."

"The meaning of my learning magic."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, then his face darkened: "Meaning?"

"You actually have such a stupid idea."

"I..." Neville was suddenly stunned, looking at Grindelwald in confusion.

"What happened in the past cannot be changed, and it can only be motivation." Grindelwald said word by word: "Revenge comes from the past, from the hatred of the past.

I hope that is your motivation, not what you want to pursue-meaning."

Then, he slowly walked around the bed: "When you go out in the future, others will say that my student is just a fool who is addicted to the past.

He is a fool who doesn't know what the meaning of his life is as long as the enemy is dead. Then tell me... What is the difference between you and an alchemical creation?!"

"I..."

"You are indeed my creation." Grindelwald showed a gentle smile and compared him to an object as it should be.

"But I'm not an alchemist, and I don't want to forge a killing machine.

What I want is a wizard - an excellent, upright wizard."

Then, he raised his eyebrows with anticipation: "Aha, it would be even better if you could become the headmaster of Hogwarts!"

As he said this, he turned his head sharply and looked at Neville with a look of surprise on his face.

Even just from his tone, he seemed to be really looking forward to Neville taking Dumbledore's seat.

It's full of bad taste.

"Then...I..."

"But, well done!" Grindelwald interrupted Neville and ignored the topic.

"Anyway, you won because of your own efforts." Grindelwald nodded: "Enjoy the fruits of victory that you have worked hard for. If you have time, you can write a letter to your grandma with this news.

Just tonight, after all you have to explain why you are in the hospital bed. "

"I'm leaving. You'd better recover quickly. Christmas will be over in the blink of an eye." Grindelwald said the last thing, then turned and left without any more condolences or encouragement.

"Your teacher looks like..." Madam Pomfrey showed a helpless smile.

Grindelwald's harsh words just now made this soft-hearted old woman unable to listen.

Due to her inherent impression of children, she automatically ignored sensitive words such as killing machines and revenge.

"Teacher, he... uh... I don't know either." Neville, who was not good at words, could only respond vaguely: "He wants my best after all..."

In fact, Neville still doesn't understand why Grindelwald chose to impart knowledge to him personally.

It is normal for teachers to have requirements for themselves. It is even abnormal for teachers to have no requirements for students.

But the idea of ​​him being the headmaster of Hogwarts... Neville thought it was a bit fanciful.

What he can't do...

On the other side, Draco quickly returned to Hogsmeade as soon as he walked out of the infirmary.

He wanted to find someone, his father.

But nothing was found.

"Draco!" Narcissa saw him from a distance at the other end of the street, trotting slowly and hugging him into her arms.

"Where have you been? I searched twice and couldn't find you."

As she spoke, she placed her hand on the scar on Draco's cheek.

"I was frightened. When you were gone, I hid in the alley." Draco said quickly: "Where is my father?"

"He..." Narcissa's words stalled: "He had something important to do and went home early."

Draco's eyes were downcast. In fact...during the commotion before, he had never thought of taking the initiative to find Potter and the others.

On the contrary, my parents suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Perhaps, they knew that those Death Eaters would not harm them.

Because they are...those Death Eaters.

"Let's go home," Narcissa said. "You must be scared."

"Yes." He could only nod in panic and then raised his head: "Is someone dead?"

"What?" Narcissa looked at her son in surprise: "Why did you ask this question?"

"Because it was very chaotic at the time, I..."

"No, no one died." Narcissa shook her head.

"No, Uncle Crabbe, Uncle Goyle...are they...all okay?" Draco asked quickly.

These two people were what he could be sure of - Death Eaters.

"They're fine, honey, they haven't come here today." Narcissa said quickly.

Didn't come... Then how could you say it's okay?

Then, he suddenly recalled that during the battle, Harry had been... working as a foreigner?

Yes, that's the word.

He never made a heavy move. He had obviously touched the snake ring on his finger before starting. At that time, he thought he would release the basilisk and kill those guys.

But in the end he had no intention of doing so.

Even when he called him at the end, he was indifferent to the Death Eaters who fled in a blink of an eye.

That's the reason!

Draco figured everything out, and at the same time, he fell into a complicated emotion.

If... I really killed Goyle's dad, I really killed Crabbe's dad...

"Yeah, it's a complicated question, isn't it."

In the Hogwarts office, Mu En nodded seriously.

Harry, who was opposite him at the moment, was also so confused.

"To be honest, I had to stop temporarily because of this problem before." Mu En said: "I know who those guys are, and I also know that they are not good people, but...their children are my students."

Thinking about it, Mu En finally understood why the professors at Hogwarts maintained an attitude of hiding from the world and doing no other mundane things except teaching.

Of course, except for this guy Snape...he used to have a good reputation outside, well, although he didn't have good reviews.

"Then... what should we do?" Harry said.

"Who knows?" Mu En shook her head helplessly: "It doesn't matter to me, I'm just fulfilling my duties as a professor.

When I’m no longer a professor to those kids, when they’re no longer my students—it doesn’t matter to me. But you are different. "

"Yes." Harry fell on the desk in despair: "There are irreconcilable conflicts between us."

"The answer is correct." Mu En smiled and said nothing. You can choose to forgive such nonsense.

"There are some things that you can't figure out alone." Mu En smiled and shook his head: "If you are hostile to Draco and Gower, then all conflicts will be logical. It is nothing more than the conflicts between the elders extending here.

But the reality is - you have to worry about each other. "

"Yes." Harry nodded in agreement again.

"No, you didn't listen to my first sentence." Moon shook his head.

"I said that one person can't figure it out, and I also said 'you have to consider each other'."

As he said this, he tapped the table lightly.

"You have to find a way to escape the cage with Draco."

"Is that so?"

"That's right." Moon nodded affirmatively.

"Okay." Harry could only suppress this question temporarily, and then asked a question that was lingering in his mind.

"Then Uncle Muen, why don't you just catch Voldemort?"

"Yes, just catch him." Muen nodded: "It is indeed possible to do something with the Philosopher's Stone, or wait for little Barty to take Sindel or my left hand to Voldemort's lair for positioning.

But, what's the use?"

"Useless?"

"Useless." Muen shook his head and then explained: "What's the use of me catching him? He will explode and then come back.

In fact, the biggest gain of this operation for Voldemort is 'We have confirmed that he needs the Philosopher's Stone'."

"What...what?!" Harry felt that he didn't understand.

"There are many things in this exhibition, including the Philosopher's Stone, the secret method to help people recover quickly from weakness, the spell to collect souls... Whatever Voldemort lacks, he will take from it.

Then correspondingly, we can also infer what his current state is based on his needs."

"So, he is in a state of needing the Resurrection Stone now?"

"The answer is correct." Mu En nodded: "That is - extremely weak."

"It's a good time." Harry said instinctively.

Then, he met Mu En's eyes.

Then he thought about it again.

"So, his current state is the best state for us?"

"Yes, a half-dead Voldemort is a good Voldemort." Mu En affirmed this answer.

"But it won't be too long." Mu En raised his head.

"In every sense, yes.

For Voldemort, because of the prophecy, he will not allow you enough time to grow into an old guy like Dumbledore.

For Dumbledore, he now wants to realize his unfinished dream in education, so he has to clean up the house, and Voldemort is that garbage.

For you - well, no need for you, you have no choice. What you have to do is to do your best to become stronger before he arrives."

"Uh... that's it." Harry nodded awkwardly.

"There are also Horcruxes, changes in the Ministry of Magic and other factors. In short... interesting things are coming."

As he said, he rubbed his cheek.

"It just makes my old bones a little excited."