"Unprecedented!"

In the school hospital, Professor McGonagall's stern rebuke overwhelmed the sobs of the young wizards, Madam Pomfrey's hurried shouting and the deans tried their best to reassure them, and Headmaster Dumbledore and Amosta stood outside the door of the school hospital, facing Professor McGonagall in a rage, their expressions a little unbearable.

In the hallway, many of the senior students tried to pass by as if nothing had happened, and by the way, they asked for the wonderful details of Professor Bryan's Defence Against the Dark Arts 'hands-on' class this afternoon, but they were all scared away by Professor McGonagall's 'fierce' gaze.

"There hasn't been such a serious teaching accident since Hogwarts was founded, Professor Brian, maybe your whimsical teaching method is innovative enough, but I think you have to stop, unless, you want to send all the children home before the heir!"

Dumbledore blinked, interested in a panoramic telescope on the ceiling, as if he hadn't intended to take Professor McGonagall's questioning.

“... You know, Professor McGonagall, we've put a lot of precautions in place to make sure nothing goes wrong, and Headmaster Dumbledore himself has cast a few powerful restraining spells on those two Yin Corpses, and no one will get hurt..."

Amosta smiled bitterly and defended herself,

"I just hope to exercise their guts..."

"Do you think it's just an injury, Professor Blaine!"

Professor McGonagall's eyes gleamed with a terrible light, and she stared at Amosta with a huff,

"Not to mention just a group of children, how many adult wizards can withstand the fright of the Yin Corpse?"

"That's the problem, Professor McGonagall--"

Amosta pursed his lips helplessly,

"No one is born a warrior, and if we want those children to be able to respond quickly and accurately when faced with a dangerous situation that threatens their lives, we must train them, exercise their courage, test their resolve, Professor McGonagall, if we take such precautions that children can't even deal with just two Yin Corpses that can be solved with just a small spell... With all due respect, isn't the purpose of Hogwarts teaching to get young wizards to pass two meaningless exams? ”

"Meaningless exams?"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and stared at Amosta with eagle-sharp eyes.

"Do you think so, Professor Bryan, those are two exams that will decide their fate, well, let's not mention this... Maybe your intentions are good, but I think they're too young to wait..."

"When?"

Amosta asked rhetorically with a smile,

"Wait until the fangs are dangerously clasped around their necks, and then teach the children how to use their wits and courage to defend themselves against danger?"

Seeing that the argument was gradually sliding into an argument, Dumbledore finally stopped standing, walked between Professor McGonagall and Amosta, and said sharply,

"In my opinion, how about giving the decision-making power back to the children?"

Because of the time, only half of the young wizards who participated in the trial this afternoon were so many, and none of them thought of how to deal with the Yin Corpse.

A considerable number of them cried and returned the same way shortly after entering the labyrinth to give up completely, and among the young wizards who persevered, there were not even those who succeeded in learning like Harry and Draco.

Hermione had the misfortune to fall through the small canal, and as she struggled to climb up the upturned piece of wood, she stumbled upon a pair of white eyes, and after a scream that pierced her eardrums, she simply fainted.

And Daphne Greengrass, who was in the same group as her, was frightened by the Yin corpse falling from the ceiling and ran in the wrong direction, so she also failed in the trial.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the most remarkable performers were Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom in the first grade.

After discovering that the wood was actually a dead corpse, Ginny did not escape, but resisted fear and froze the canal bank with a freezing spell, so that the unwilful Yin corpse kept spinning in the canal water but could not come up, but unfortunately, Ginny did not know how to kill the Yin corpse, and finally failed because of the time.

And Neville Longbottom, who has always been a bit submissive in the eyes of everyone, didn't expect to be a stupid bold, he fell into the canal like Hermione... Then, while yelling in fright, he played with the corpse in the canal, and was finally fished out of the water by the iron-faced Snape...

Madam Pomfrey had just fed everyone a jar of chocolate milk with a delight, and the atmosphere in the school hospital was much better than it had been at the beginning, and because of Amosta's magical contract, no one could discuss what had happened to them in that classroom this afternoon.

"Flowers... Peanut what..."

Lying in the innermost bed in the school hospital with Colin and Justin, Professor Lockhart tried to keep his head at the head and kept asking, but Hermione, who was closest to him, didn't always ignore him.

"There's no way we're going to be able to deal with that kind of thing..."

Hermione was clearly not yet free from her fear, curled up under the covers, her body trembling slightly, her tear-daunting eyes blank.

Harry was lying next to her, he seemed to be in good shape, but his face was a little pale, but he didn't know how to comfort Hermione, his empty gaze pointed at the white ceiling, he was thinking about what Malfoy said this afternoon--- the dark wizard, the ruthless Professor Brian in private?

What did Malfoy know?

"Potter..."

Leaning back on the opposite bed, Malfoy, who had been staring at Harry's face since entering the school hospital, spoke with a grim expression.

"Any advice, Malfoy?"

As the most prominent opponent in the school, it was obvious that Harry could not let go of Draco because of a failed cooperation, and he subconsciously gave Malfoy an angry roll of the eyes as he pondered.

Insulted, Malfoy's lips pursed, his cheeks flushed at a visible rate, and he glared at Harry hatefully before twisting his head to the side.

However, after a few minutes, Malfoy still couldn't hold back the question in his heart, stared at Harry's cheek in a daze, and asked,

"Why did you do that this afternoon?"

Harry knew what Malfoy was trying to ask, but he didn't know how to answer, the decision he had made in that moment of life and death was completely driven by instinct, and even, when he came to his senses, he thought it was ridiculous.

Just kidding, how could he choose to save Malfoy, the one he hated the most among all the little wizards in this school?

“... If you'll tell me what you mean by those words of Professor Blaine, Malfoy, maybe I'll be honest with you about why I made that stupid decision at the time. ”

"Potter!"

At this moment, the slight uneasiness in Malfoy's heart, derived from gratitude, completely disappeared, and he bared his teeth like a threatened hyena and glared at Harry viciously.

"Do you expect me to be grateful for your insignificant help, eh? In fact, you, like everyone else, have achieved nothing! ”

"Aha, thanks!"

Harry also came to his senses, and he sat up from the bed, his eyes just as sharp,

"I've never dared to ask for your gratitude... Seriously, Malfoy, I doubt you really understand what that word means? ”