Gift?

These two words made Snape's face change slightly, he still hadn't learned to accept the kindness of others, and immediately responded with a sneer: "What kind of potions book?" Potter, it seems that you are very concerned about letting me give you a free job. ”

"The youngest Potions Master, after all." Harry replied calmly, "Even if you're missing a hand, it's hard to have anyone match yours." ”

Snape scoffed, "Well, though, I'm not a garbage collection bin." ”

"The things you picked up before aren't of the same level."

"If it's not about another world, there's almost no value."

Snape is picky, but that's based on his level of cognition.

In the world of witchers, the spread of knowledge is not as convenient as in this world. A lot of knowledge is half-truthed.

If it hadn't been Harry's, Snape would have thrown most of the waste paper into the fireplace.

"A way to make magic into potions." Harry whispered.

Snape's face changed slightly: "Magic made into potions? ”

Harry nodded, "Interesting idea, and some other more reliable potions knowledge." ”

"Sounds pretty good." Snape nodded.

They are at the entrance to the castle respectively.

Snape returned to his office, ready to wait for contact from his master.

Harry had to get the two old men where they were to go now.

School Doctor's Office.

Madam Pomfrey examines Ciri's body, Yennefer is worried about whether his good daughter has suffered any hidden injuries during the escape, and Professor McGonagall is standing by Neville's bedside, who has not yet woken up.

The door was suddenly opened.

Everyone in the room was drawn to their eyes.

It was Harry and Hermione who came in, which relieved the few people who had been nervous.

But the two people who floated behind couldn't help but make their nerves tense again.

Dumbledore! and a strange man with a strong aura of black magic.

McGonagall stood up and walked in quickly, "Harry? ”

"Albus, what's going on?"

To be able to knock out Dumbledore, McGonagall can't think of anyone other than Harry and Voldemort.

And if Harry made a move.

Dumbledore shouldn't have passed out, but had broken a few ribs or been wounded to some other part of his body.

"Don't worry, no one is doing anything to them." Harry whispered, reassuring Professor McGonagall, "Albus is drunk. ”

McGonagall was stunned.

Drunk?

It was difficult for her to associate the word with Dumbledore, the old man didn't like to drink, and occasionally drank a little, mostly liqueurs with a low alcohol content, how much did she have to drink to get drunk like this? The most important thing is that although Dumbledore is usually crazy, he will never let himself fall into a state of drunkenness at such a time.

Madam Pomfrey's gaze fell on Grindelwald, her brow furrowed into a pimple, "Harry, the one."

"He seems to have been tormented by the Mind Drill Curse for a long time?"

Harry nodded, "Madam Pomfrey, you're so professional. ”

Madam Pomfrey didn't look at him angrily.

"This is Grindelwald." Harry waved his wand and dropped Dumbledore onto an empty hospital bed.

Hermione also placed Grindelwald in an adjacent hospital bed.

"Grindelwald?" McGonagall was startled, "Gellert Grindelwald?" ”

Madam Pomfrey didn't feel much of it.

She was young enough that she hadn't even been born when Grindelwald was raging.

Harry nodded.

"How did he end up at Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall was surprised, looking at the man, "Isn't he being held in Newmondgard?" ”

Harry explained, "Voldemort went to him, he was no match for Voldemort, and fled here to seek Albus's help. ”

"The Mind Drill Curse on his body is Voldemort's hand?" Madam Pomfrey walked over and raised her wand to check on Grindelwald's physical condition.

Harry shook his head, "No, Dumbledore did it. ”

The two professors were stunned.

They subconsciously looked at Dumbledore, but quickly realized that this Dumbledore was not Dumbledore.

"Aberforth Dumbledore." Harry continued, "But it doesn't matter, it's their family business. ”

Madam Pomfrey had a heart for gossip.

But McGonagall didn't care at all, she waved to Harry and told him about Neville today, with worry in her tone, but more of pride, Gryffindor House had a very good lion cub besides Harry.

Hermione sat next to Harry and listened patiently.

Madam Pomfrey examined it carefully, and Panasonic wand: "Harry, you should send him to St. Mungo." ”

"Some of the people who did it were too cruel."

"Although the removal of the magic effect will not make him like the Longbottoms, if he stays here, with the conditions here, he will inevitably have some trauma."

"St. Mungo's not going to take him." Harry whispered.

Madam Pomfrey did not speak.

He hadn't lived through that era, but he had heard of Grindelwald's prestige - if it weren't for a Voldemort popping up in the middle of Great Britain, I'm afraid that now, the nightmare of the Britons would still be the same as wizards from other countries, this Mr. Grindelwald.

"No, that's it." Grindelwald gritted his teeth, his voice weak.

Madam Pomfrey looked.

Grindelwald was sluggish, and the boy learned, little by little, little by little, "This is the punishment that fate has given me. ”

"I don't run away."

"That way, Albus will be fine."

Madam Pomfrey didn't quite understand.

Harry understood, and he persuaded Madam Pomfrey, "Just do what he wants, it's the most important thing for him." ”

He doesn't recite guilt, but he won't run away with these punishments.

This is not a conflict.

The most obvious sign of a great man is a strong will.

"Okay." Madam Pomfrey sighed, "But I have to tell you in advance, if you don't go to St. Mungo, you will be entangled in uncontrollable tremors for the rest of your life, and your hands, your legs, and the spell you cast will probably not be able to hit any target again." ”

Grindelwald didn't speak, just tilted his head slightly.

She sighed, turned to her office, and began to pick up the potion.

"Them." McGonagall looked at Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

"Something very exciting." Harry shook his head, but didn't continue, instead looked at Neville, "Hasn't he woken up yet?" ”

"Poppy said he was mentally stressed." McGonagall shook her head, "She's fed a potion to restore her spirits, I'm afraid she'll have to sleep until tomorrow, but don't worry, it's just some flesh wounds, he's healthy now." ”

She paused slightly.

"I've got some reasons, should I tell Augusta about it now."

"Let's wait for Neville to get better, and let him talk to his grandmother himself."

(End of chapter)