Riddle's broom suddenly trembled violently, spinning and rising, threatening to throw him out of the air!

At this critical moment, Riddle's expression was only panicked for a moment, and then he suddenly showed great courage, and jumped from ten feet in the air before the broom could rise into the air.

Before Shewin or even Professor Prenton could even react, he was already on the lawn, his feet on the ground, and his brow furrowed in pain.

"How are you feeling?" Professor Prenton hurried up to Riddle to check on him.

Xiwen immediately took out his wand and recited the flying spell at the runaway broom.

The broom flew towards Xiwen, but it spontaneously ignited on the way to the flight, and in an instant it turned into powder and drifted away in the autumn wind.

Some of the powder landed next to Professor Prenton, and he looked up to see the broom spontaneously combusting in the air, his face a little ugly.

"I suggest you go to the school hospital to get your knees and ankles checked for skeletal joints." The Professor simply cast a healing spell on Riddle's leg, then looked at the frightened young wizards. "Which of you would like to take Riddle to the school hospital?"

"Professor, I'll do it." Shivin landed in front of Professor Prenton.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you. I'll take care of the rest here, and I'll be there in a minute. The professor nodded and said to Xiwen.

Shivin greeted Abu and the others, then helped Riddle to his feet and walked in the direction of the castle.

Along the way, Riddle didn't say a word, his expression indifferent as if he had never encountered this incident at all.

"Do you know who did it to your broom?" Shivin broke the silence with a sudden opening and asked Riddle.

"Who else could it be?" Riddle, who had been silent, asked indifferently.

"Strange and Avery?" Xiwen frowned. "Where did they learn such a vicious curse?"

"Rozier, you're from the same background as them, don't you really understand how they do this?" Riddle asked softly.

Sivin pondered for a moment about Strange and Avery's lame magical prowess, unable to imagine that they would be able to learn this advanced poison spell against broomsticks in a short period of time.

Then you probably have to use only foreign objects.

"Is there a trigger-type poison spell that I can carry?" Xiwen asked.

"Probably." Riddle shook his head noncommittally and said in a slush. "After you've been to our dormitory, they've restrained a bit. But this morning I saw that they received a lot of packages in the auditorium, and there must have been quite a few things aimed at me. ”

Xiwen's brow furrowed even deeper.

He vaguely guessed that it might be because of his help to Riddle that made Lucky and Avery more unconvinced and rebellious, and thus adopted a more extreme approach.

"Do you need me to talk to them?" Xiwen sighed and asked softly.

"No, I'll figure it out myself." Riddle replied.

Then, there was silence between the two again, and they walked all the way to the school hospital without saying a word.

……

When Mrs. Darryl had treated Riddle's slightly displaced skeleton, Professor Prenton arrived, along with Headmaster Dippert and a Slytherin wizard, Dick Rystrange, whose face was now unusually pale.

"Mr. Riddle, the problem with your broom is caused by a poisonous spell that appeared more than a decade ago." Professor Prenton arrived at the hospital and immediately explained to Riddle.

"The name of this spell is Hurling Hex, and it causes the broom to get out of control and throw the wizard off like trash; After throwing the wizard down, it will enter a state of spontaneous combustion, which will allow for the elimination of evidence of the poison curse. ”

"However, this kind of poisonous curse has been around for more than ten years, and it is a very common way to assassinate Quidditch players. Even more experienced players know how to use it, just stick a note with a poison spell on a broomstick and it will take effect when someone starts flying. ”

"And this Mr. Strange deliberately switched places with Mr. Riddle after he was in line, which was so obvious that it was easy to guess that he had tampered with the broom."

Professor Prenton pointed to Lystrange and said to Riddle.

Strange's rugged face turned as pale as the ashes of the Slytherin lounge, and he stammered, "I...... I just wanted to make a joke......"

"Mr. Strange, have you ever thought that your so-called joke could be a life-threatening threat to another classmate!" Principal Dippet said sternly.

"I, I was deceived by them...... Strange said, struggling helplessly. The owner of Tumbledown Alley said he would not leave evidence......"

So this is a self-recruitment? Shivin looked at Strange speechlessly, feeling that he was not very good at his brain.

Originally, there was indeed no definite evidence, but after his defense, the evidence immediately appeared!

"I will inform your parents to come to Hogwarts to discuss your punishment." Principal Dippert took a deep breath, calmed his annoyance, and said to Strange.

Professor Prenton immediately admitted his mistake when he saw Strange, and shook his head rather boredly.

Then he turned to Riddle and complimented, "You reacted in time, jumping off a broom before you had fully ascended into the air, and it did reduce the damage of this poisonous curse." ”

"I should thank you for your help, Professor." Riddle said politely.

"It's okay, that's what I'm supposed to do as a professor!" Professor Prenton patted his chest and said to him with a smile.

With something to attend to, President Dippert and Professor Prenton left the hospital together after instructing Riddle to recover from his injuries. At the same time, the two also took Strange away, and it is unknown what punishment he will face.

Shivin glanced at the trembling Lystrange, and was suddenly attracted by the wristband he was wearing.

That delicate wristband seemed to have some ancient runiwen circuits engraved on it, apparently an alchemical product.

Before Lystrange left the gates of the hospital, Shivin silently spread his all-seeing eyes, carefully observing the runiwen circuit on his wristband. From the perspective of the all-seeing eye, the magic in the wristband shimmered with silver light, circulating in different lines.

'Runiwen, which represents shields, knockbacks, and heavy attacks, respectively, ......'

Before he could distinguish the three runes, Lystrange walked out of the hospital gates, and his form was obscured by the wall.

Looking at Riddle lying on the hospital bed, Xiwen said solemnly:

"Riddle, I think you'll need to be a little more careful in the future."

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