Malfoy and Harry were lying on the adjacent hospital bed, whispering their mouths, and the weakened version of the water of life and death was placed at the head of the bed before they could drink:

"Potter, your feints are as obvious as a candle at night, is this the result of your hard work?"

Not to be outdone, Harry sneered:

"Is it Malfoy? I don't know who hit the ground several times, but you weren't as confident as you are now when you covered your bloody nose and cried! ”

The quarrel between the two became more and more intense, and if it weren't for the hospital bed, they would have come down and fight immediately.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the aisle outside, and the two hurriedly closed their mouths, closed the curtain of the hospital bed, and lay on the bed pretending to be asleep, but actually looked curiously through the gap.

The door was gently pushed open, and Dumbledore strode in, dressed in a formal wizard's robe, with a pointed hat, and a servant of the wind, as if he had just returned from a long journey.

Behind him floated two statue-like objects, as well as Professor McGonagall, and whether it was an illusion or not, Malfoy and Harry felt that Professor McGonagall's face was more serious than ever.

"What's going on?" Madam Pomfrey asked Dumbledore in a whisper, leaning over to examine the statue.

"Another attack." Dumbledore said, "The young wizard found the two of them on the stairs. ”

"They still have a lot of food in their hands." "According to the other young wizards, the two of them were going to go to the kitchen to get some food to take back to the court to watch the game.

A lot of people know about it. ”

The two eavesdropping on each other slowly and carefully lifted their bodies a few inches so that they could see the statue on the bed.

A ray of moonlight shone on the two beds opposite.

Harry only felt his stomach twitch violently, and an indescribable sadness enveloped him, he knew both statues, it was Ginny Weasley, a cute and intelligent little girl, Ron's sister.

There is also Colin Creevey, an avid fan of his own, a very enthusiastic little boy who always shouts his name in a happy voice and often secretly takes pictures of himself.

Ginny's eyes widened and she covered her mouth with an incredulous expression.

Colin held his camera with his hands folded over his chest, his mouth cracked, and he looked equally surprised.

"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey asked in a whisper.

"Yes," Professor McGonagall said, "I shudder when I think about it, and the little wizards are all on the pitch, if the attack happens to happen when it's crowded."

The three men looked intently at the two statues.

Then Dumbledore leaned forward and took the camera from between Colin's stiff fingers,

"Could he have taken a picture of the attacker?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly.

Dumbledore didn't answer. He pried open the back cover of the camera. "OMG!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed.

A hot breath sizzled out of the camera. Even Harry and Malfoy, who were three beds away, smelled the pungent smell of burning plastic.

"Melted," said Madam Pomfrey in astonishment, "it's all melted."

"What does that mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall pressed urgently.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment and then said softly:

"This suggests that the way the attack is carried out is supposed to be a unique form, not just a spell, and as far as I know, I know that at least two types of dark magic can have similar effects, such as the infamous petrified gaze, which is almost lost."

There was silence in the room, and Harry and Malfoy felt as if Dumbledore had tilted his head in their side.

After a few more moments, Professor McGonagall said in a dry voice:

"What was the purpose of the attackers? Is he a student at school? ”

Dumbledore shook his head:

"Minerva, this is exactly what I don't understand, using advanced black magic is just to petrify a few little wizards, and there is no other action

What exactly do you want to do? ”

No, what the hell are the basilisks and diary holders trying to do? Zhang Xiao was lying on the bed, unable to understand their train of thought.

The location of the attack was a corridor leading to the gate, and Zhang Xiao went to check it as soon as possible, and there was no message.

There were no mirrors, water stains, glass and other reflections, just as unjustified as Filch and Lady Loris being petrified.

The basilisk's gaze is deadly, at least fatal enough for the little wizard, and if he doesn't see the gaze indirectly, he will definitely die if he looks at it directly.

Could it be that this basilisk has cataracts, or severe astigmatism?

Otherwise, there is no way to explain that both attacks were just petrified without finding any indirect objects.

Zhang Xiao rubbed her head a little irritably, or put on the Lucius sack, and then poured the real medicine and asked who the diary was for.

If it weren't for his father's absence, he would have really discussed it with his father.

Regardless, improving his strength is the number one priority, and according to his own guess, the wizard will instinctively distort the damage he can perceive and reduce the amount of damage.

Just as young wizards rarely get killed, Neville's fall from a broomstick is just a broken arm.

This is also a kind of idealistic effect, and it is also an illusion that the little wizards show a 'non-human' physique, and the physical body of the wizard is not much stronger than that of ordinary people.

So he seriously suspected that the basilisk and Dumbledore looked at each other, and he couldn't even petrify him, and it would be great to be able to freeze his actions at best.

A certain Taoist chief can't fix the Heavenly Master with a chaotic golden watch, a truth.

Start your own small dueling club tomorrow! I just don't know if the experience I learned in my previous life can be used in the wizarding world.

Even if you can't use it, it's okay to help your friends improve their strength, and after getting along with these little wizards day and night for a long time, he won't accept any of them!

Later, Zhang Xiao's eyes lit up, as if there was a way for Dumbledore to know.

Why can't I buy mature mandrake from somewhere else at a high price? Or buy a powerful restorative?

Although the mandrakes in the entire wizarding world are scarce, they are definitely not absent, and the Potions Association has a lot of storage.

Or is it not working? Otherwise, why didn't anyone think of it?

The next day, the news of the attack on Ginny and Creevey was already boiling around the school.

Malfoy and Potter's 'Battle of the Century' was completely undiscussed, and the headlines he had expected were squeezed into the second edition.

The news of the successive accidents at Hogwarts caused a great shock among wizards, but no one died for the time being, and the mandrake could de-petrify

Suddenly rumors flew and everyone was suspicious.

First-year students are now always huddled together in groups of three or five, as if they are afraid that if they go alone, they will be attacked.

During the days when Harry and Malfoy were asleep, they exchanged amulets, exorcisms, and other things to protect themselves, hiding from their teachers. This practice quickly became popular in schools.

Zhang Xiao also wrote a letter to the Potions Society, indicating that he was prepared to purchase the juice of mature mandrake roots or a powerful restorative to remove petrification.

And directly indicate that as long as there is, the price is not an issue.

After doing all this, he finally sent out an invitation to the person he had already circled.

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)