chsdbacks Chapter 219 Handsome for 3 seconds, bedridden for 3 months
Chapter 219 Handsome for 3 seconds, bedridden for 3 months
Chapter 219 Handsome for three seconds, bedridden for three months
"That's how things are now, Principal Maxim." Martin recounted everything he knew in detail, without any personal bias, as he didn't want his emotions to cause the wizards to misjudge the situation.
"No, that's not it. I was—I was controlled!" Hawke looked panicked and quickly tried to defend himself.
Those who followed him also claimed their innocence.
Martin stood aside without saying a word. There was no need for him to argue in this situation; there was no point in making excuses. The facts were right in front of everyone.
Maxim and Quirrell didn't listen to their excuses; they both saw disbelief in each other's eyes.
They only just learned the whole story now, but Ryan and Dumbledore, who hadn't heard the full story, already knew the ins and outs of the matter during their conversation before leaving!
Ryan said someone wanted them arrested.
Dumbledore said, "Do not harm the innocent."
The two from Hogwarts seemed to be fully aware of all this, seeing it all clearly.
"A prophecy?" Maxim murmured.
"Perhaps." Quirrell frowned. "But, based on what I know of Ryan, if he had foreseen it, he wouldn't have let Martin and the others be captured—"
"Could it be Sybil?" He was shocked by his own guess, because whether during his student days or when he was a professor, Ms. Sybil, who hid in the attic regardless of the season, was always a cryptic and eccentric charlatan.
Although it is impolite to speak ill of someone behind their back, Quirrell still felt that Professor Dumbledore's decision to recruit Sybil as the Divination professor was just as wrong as his decision to bring him back to school as the Dark Arts professor.
"Sybil—Trillawny?" Maxim had heard of this name before. The inexplicable prophecy about Voldemort circulated only among the upper echelons of society. She happened to have heard of it and knew that the person who made the prophecy was Sybil.
This woman is a descendant of a highly gifted prophet, and perhaps she inherited her ancestors' talents—a plausible theory she believes.
The ability to predict the future is truly a unique and innate talent, leaving others only with envy.
"Gentlemen, I understand the situation. If you go back to school now, you might still be able to catch up on some classes." She pulled Fleur away, who was glaring angrily at Hawke and the other phantom wizards.
Back in the principal's office.
Only then did she reveal her sorrow.
"Principal?" Fleur, who had originally wanted to question why Hawke, the ringleader of the disturbance, hadn't been apprehended, noticed the principal's unpleasant expression and asked in a low voice.
"They have someone pulling the strings behind the scenes, which is the worst thing. It means that what happened tonight will definitely be leaked." Maxim originally thought that this was a coincidence, and that as long as they handled it properly, it wouldn't affect public opinion in the wizarding world.
But now it seems that someone must have been stirring things up, and she can imagine the storm that is about to break out.
"We need to find a way to help our allies now—but who could have done it?"
She was talking to herself.
Furong also realized from the principal's words that the matter was not as simple as it seemed, so she carefully withdrew.
"Severus! Come to the school infirmary right now!"
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Snape opened his eyes, and from the silver phoenix guardian spirit came Dumbledore's urgent voice, a voice he had never heard Dumbledore speak before.
Even when Harry was in danger, Dumbledore appeared confident and composed.
Now he heard Dumbledore's fear in it.
Something terrible has happened—he put on his wizard's robe and rushed to the school infirmary like lightning.
During the run, they encountered Filch, who was carrying an iron bar.
Now Filch is no longer out of breath, his legs don't hurt, his back doesn't ache, and he's in great spirits. He even greets Snape with a smile when he sees him.
"Mr. Snape, where are you going so late?"
"Something's up."
A standard Snape-esque answer, and he didn't stop, running past Filch like the wind.
Filch and Mrs. Lorris stared at each other, not understanding what could have made Snape in such a hurry.
But that doesn't matter. He doesn't need to care about what the professors care about. He has long since given up the lantern that has been with him for many years. With just a flick of his wrist, the iron rod in his hand emits a bright light, illuminating the way ahead.
"I can cast spells now!"
He was thrilled. Ever since he bought the Magic Wand, he had been trying to find Ryan, but he couldn't find him every day and never had the chance to speak with him face to face.
Snape had barely entered the school infirmary when he overheard their conversation.
"Headmaster, I'm really just exhausted. There's no need to bother Professor Snape so late."
That's Ryan's voice.
"You fainted after I brought you back. Gail just woke you up. I need Bobby and Severus to give you a full check-up."
This was Dumbledore's voice, and compared to the slightly anxious tone Snape had heard before, his tone was now calm.
"You can make yourself pass out by setting a fire? Such a big scene, aren't you afraid of being seen by Muggles?"
""
This is the voice of the man who lives in the principal's office and calls himself Gale.
"When I detonated it, I didn't conjure any magical creatures; it was just a simple fireball explosion. At that time, those nearby didn't see anything, and those far away would only think that some heavy weapon had been detonated. They would only hold marches, demonstrations, and strikes to protest against the French government for conducting high-risk weapons tests in the city. The word 'wizard' would not appear at all."
That's Ryan's voice.
Unlike the usual energetic and vibrant voice he usually spoke to, Ryan's speech was now clear and logical, but he seemed to be hanging on by a thread, almost on his deathbed.
"What do you think of setting this fire up?"
Snape heard Ryan still talking on his deathbed and wanted to go in and tell him: If you're sick, get treatment properly and stop talking so much for no reason.
He walked to the door and could just see into the room when he discovered that a memory video was being played inside.
"————Beautiful.————Awesome." Gale nodded, looking very pleased. The fire had finally been lit.
"Dumbledore, you wanted to see me?" Snape asked from the doorway, trying to make himself feel important.
"Severus, come here quickly," Dumbledore said.
Besides the few people talking, Mrs. Pomfrey was also in the room, adjusting various potions and constantly checking them.
She used potions of different colors—green, white, blue, and yellow—blending and blending them into a swirling nebula-like potion, which she used both internally and externally, along with magic. As these medical treatments were applied to Ryan, her complexion grew increasingly grim.
"Oh my God!" She wanted to ask Ryan what he had done to get himself into this state, because Ryan's physical condition was not good, much worse than the Ryan she had seen before who had driven himself to the school infirmary.
But seeing the fiery serpent in the memory recording, which resembled something out of a myth, she couldn't ask any more questions. She could only keep emphasizing, "You need rest! You can't use magic while you're recovering! For at least a month, and for the next two months, you can't do any strenuous exercise!"
"Wells, I have no idea when you became so reckless like a lion." Snape also used his own methods to examine Ryan's physical condition.
All I can say is that Ryan is currently extremely weak, yet he sprinted through a full marathon, putting him at risk of dying at any moment.
"I am so saddened by what Professor Snape said. You know me, I always have a reason for doing something."
"
Ryan couldn't believe that Dumbledore couldn't see why he would risk exhaustion and lying in bed for a month or two to destroy the swimming pool in such an extreme way.