For a while, the black magic class that had not yet started was full of riots.

The Hufflepuff kids were unbelievable, as were some of the Gryffindor students.

"What the hell is going on?"

Hannah asked in a low voice.

"I don't know."

Ernie shook his head.

"It's just that Connor wasn't in a good state in the morning, and he seemed to have a wound on his hand, as if he had been bitten by something, and it burned badly, and his head was very hot...... But there shouldn't be any problem. ”

On the other hand, Justin also added:

"Senior Cedric took him to the school hospital, and he should be well cared for by Madam Pomfrey by now."

For the students, the Hogwarts hospital is synonymous with safety and care, and they are relieved.

The original riots, which were almost about to erupt, disappeared.

"Anyway, it's a pity."

Quirrell said helplessly.

At this time, he was speechless, although he didn't stutter, but his speed of speech was slow.

"I'm actually looking forward to meeting this wonderful student in class...... However, we still have to go to class, students, go back to your seats and open the books......"

Quirrell's words disappointed the young wizards.

Although the little badgers didn't have any opinions—after all, it was the first lesson, so you had to take your time, but the bold little lions had already opened their mouths to ask:

"Don't you have to learn some spells today?"

"I'm going to have to learn about some dangerous creatures......"

Although Quirrell made himself look as kind as possible, his stumbling tone was suspicious.

And it turns out that the children's fears are right.

In terms of the quality of teaching, Quirrell really can't.

Professor McGonagall was stern, but she was able to get the gist of the knowledge clear.

Professor Flitwick's classes are lively and interesting, and they also arouse the interest of the students.

Snape may not have a good reputation, but the students did learn the recipe and the usefulness of some of the ingredients.

After experiencing the baptism of the above-mentioned teachers, the hearts of both the little badgers and the little lions can only be described as despair.

"Harry, how long will Defence Against the Dark Arts last?"

I couldn't stand it, and Ron couldn't help but ask.

"Half an hour...... I remember. ”

Harry spoke.

They just looked at each other, and Ron couldn't help but pet his obedient mouse.

Ron looked a little hesitant, and after seeing that his classmates were drowsy, he couldn't help but get to his best friend's side.

"Speaking of which, did you hear that Hufflepuff's McMillan before?"

He kept his voice as low as he could, as if he was trying to hide some secret.

"He said Connor had a wound on his hand, and Connor was indeed bitten by something yesterday......"

"I hear you, but Connor should have only been bitten by your rat yesterday."

"But how can a spotted bite a person out of the disease...... Professor Quirrell had also said that he was not sick. ”

Although Ron wanted to deny it, he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart when he looked at Professor Quirrell's seemingly difficult class.

And Harry's question struck the back of his mind even more:

"Do you believe that?"

Ron's face turned red for a while, and after a few moments, he sighed.

"Let's go to the school hospital later......"

"But Defence Against the Dark Arts class is followed by herb class, and we have to have another lesson with Hufflepuff before the morning class is over."

"How long is the herb class?"

"Half an hour."

The Defence Against the Dark Arts class was bound to be boring and boring, and just 15 minutes had passed, and Quirrell was still stumbling through his textbook, while most of the students were just looking forward to the end of the lesson.

But none of this had anything to do with Connor, who was already lying in the school hospital.

At this moment, Connor just closed his eyes and let Madam Pomfrey handle his hand.

"Wash the wound with a detergent or something, sprinkle a little white fresh essence, child, when you look at your wound, it is bitten by those animals with a lot of germs...... Tsk, or rats, when did Hogwarts have such an unclean thing? ”

Madam Pomfrey was chattering and seemed a little stern, but she cared for each student from the bottom of her heart.

"But fortunately, it's okay, it's early, a lot of germs cause fever, drink this bottle of medicine, and you'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

After gently covering Connor with the quilt, Madam Pomfrey hurried away with the empty medicine bottle.

Connor's tired, cloudy eyes soon cleared, and after taking a deep breath, he touched his hot forehead and looked at his wound that had begun to heal.

"This trick really works......"

The wound was real, and so was the rapid rise in body temperature, but Connor had done a little trick after all.

Not only does the two have nothing to do with each other, but they don't have any effect on him.

After a long sigh of relief, he changed to a more comfortable position and lay down.

"Meow~"

Under the bed, Phil abruptly stepped out.

Madam Pomfrey was here before, and she couldn't run out, or she would definitely be kicked out.

But now, like an elegant princess, she proudly jumped on Connor's pillow and curled up.

The fluffy mass looked like a scarf had been organized. No one will doubt her existence.

"Hoo ......"

Burying his face directly in Phil's hairy soft body, Connor took a deep breath.

And when he was completely satisfied, he sighed.

"The next thing is to wait, Phil, it feels like it's going to be a tough time."

There was no one to talk to him, not even his mother, who had always been with him, to be present in the ancient academy whenever and wherever he wanted.

If you want to maintain a relatively clear consciousness, then it will be very difficult to endure.

But it didn't matter, Connor was able to choose to sleep in the school hospital.

Anyway, for him, this morning's class must have been in vain.

I may be sorry for the teachers, but I can't help it.

"Let's get some more sleep."

With some apologies to Professor Sprout, Connor closed his eyes again.

About an hour passed, and when Connor awoke from his not-so-deep sleep, he saw Madam Pomfrey again.

But unlike before, she was visibly impatient now.

"Son, how are you feeling now?"

"I ...... I'm still a little dizzy. ”

Connor's answer made Madam Pomfrey even more agitated.

"It shouldn't be...... If it was just a bacterial infection, it should have been cured by now. ”

She reached out to reach for Connor's forehead, the heat causing her to frown.

"Do you feel anything else uncomfortable?"

"I ......"

"Kid?"

"I feel like I've had a dream and I've seen a lot of things."

Squinting his eyes, Connor just put on a lethargic attitude.

"I ...... I dreamed of a lot of wizards fighting in Hogwarts, the school ...... The school is gone. ”

Immediately afterwards, a sudden change occurred, and the surrounding baffle was suddenly torn open by a strange air current.

"Magical Riot?!"