amaotonovel Chapter 450 Choice
Chapter 450 Choice
Chapter 450 Choice
Gift?
These two words made Snape's face change slightly. He still hadn't learned how to accept other people's kindness, and immediately responded with a sneer: "What kind of potion book again? Potter, it seems that you are interested in asking me to give you free work." This matter is very caring.”
"After all, you are the youngest potions master." Harry responded calmly, "Even if you lack a hand, it is still difficult for anyone to match your level."
Snape laughed mockingly: "But let's face it, this is not a garbage collection bin."
"The things you picked before are not of the same level."
"It's hardly worth anything if it doesn't involve another world."
Snape was picky, but that was based on his cognitive level.
In the world of demon hunters, the dissemination of knowledge is not as convenient as this world, and even a lot of knowledge is half-truth and half-false.
If it hadn't been from Harry, Snape would have thrown most of the waste paper into the fireplace.
"A way of making magic into potions," Harry said softly.
Snape's face changed slightly: "Magic is made into potion?"
Harry nodded: "It's an interesting idea, and there are other more reliable knowledge about potions."
"Sounds good." Snape nodded.
They parted at the castle entrance.
Snape returned to his office, ready to wait for his master's contact.
Harry had to get the two old men where they were supposed to be.
School doctor's office.
Madam Pomfrey checked Ciri's body. Yennefer was very worried about whether her good daughter had been injured in the process of fleeing. Professor McGonagall was guarding Neville's bedside. He hadn't woken up yet.
The door was suddenly opened gently.
The eyes of everyone in the room were attracted.
It was Harry and Hermione who came in, which relieved the tense people.
But the two people who were floating afterward made their nerves tense again.
Dumbledore!And a strange man, who still has a strong black magic aura.
McGonagall suddenly stood up and walked in quickly: "Harry?"
"Albus, what's the matter?"
Being able to knock down Dumbledore, McGonagall couldn't think of anyone else except Harry and Voldemort.
And if Harry shot.
Instead of passing out, Dumbledore should have broken a few ribs, or had trauma to other parts of his body.
"Don't worry, no one has done anything to them." Harry whispered softly, comforting Professor McGonagall, "Albus was drunk himself."
McGonagall was taken aback.
Drunk?
It was difficult for her to associate this word with Dumbledore. This old man didn't like to drink alcohol. He drank a little occasionally, but most of them were liqueurs with low alcohol content. How much did he have to drink to become so drunk?The most important thing is that although Dumbledore is usually crazy, he will never let himself fall into a state of drunkenness at this time.
Madam Pomfrey's eyes fell on Grindelwald, and her brows were frowned: "Harry, then this one."
"He seems to have been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse for a long time?"
Harry nodded: "Madame Pomfrey, you are so professional."
Madam Pomfrey gave him an annoyed look.
"This is Grindelwald." Harry waved his wand and dropped Dumbledore onto an empty hospital bed.
Hermione also placed Grindelwald on the adjacent hospital bed.
"Grindelwald?" McGonagall was surprised, "Gellert Grindelwald?"
Madam Pomfrey didn't feel much.
She's young enough that she wasn't even born when Grindelwald was raging.
Harry nodded.
"How did he come to Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall was surprised, looking at the man, "Isn't he imprisoned in Nurmengard?"
Harry opened his mouth to explain: "Voldemort went to him. He was not Voldemort's opponent, so he fled here and wanted to ask Albus for help."
"The Cruciatus Curse on him was Voldemort's hand?" Madam Pomfrey walked over, raised her wand, and checked Grindelwald's physical condition.
Harry shook his head: "No, Dumbledore did it."
The two professors were taken aback.
They subconsciously looked at Dumbledore, but quickly realized that this Dumbledore was not that Dumbledore.
"Aberforth Dumbledore," continued Harry, "but that's not important, 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's affairs today, her tone was worried, but more proud, Gryffindor College besides Harry, there is also a very outstanding lion cub.
Hermione sat next to Harry, also listening patiently.
Madam Pomfrey examined it closely, loosening her wand: "Harry, you should send him to St. Mungo's."
"The people who did it were a little too cruel."
"Although removing the magic effect won't make him like the Longbottoms, if he stays here, under the conditions here, he will inevitably suffer some trauma."
"St. Mungo's won't take him," Harry said softly.
Madam Pomfrey did not speak.
He has never experienced that era, but he has also heard of Grindelwald's reputation—if it hadn't been for a Voldemort who popped up in the middle of Great Britain, I am afraid that the nightmare of the Britons will still be the same as wizards in other countries. Mr Grindelwald.
"No, just here." Grindelwald gritted his teeth, his voice weak.
Madam Pomfrey looked.
Grindelwald was slow, learning to speak like a child, and said little by little: "This is the punishment given to me by fate."
"I don't escape."
"That way, Albus will be fine."
Madam Pomfrey didn't quite understand.
Harry understood, and he persuaded Madam Pomfrey, "Just do what he wants, this is the most important choice for him."
He does not report guilt, but he does not escape these punishments.
This does not 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 that if you don't go to St. Mungo's, you will be shivering uncontrollably for the rest of your life. Your hands, your legs , I am afraid that the spell you cast will no longer be able to hit any targets."
Grindelwald said nothing, just nodded his head slightly.
She sighed, turned and walked to her office, and started to get the medicine.
"They." McGonagall looked at Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
"Something wonderful." Harry shook his head, but didn't continue, looking at Neville, "Is he still awake?"
"Bobby said that he was under too much mental pressure." Mag shook his head, "She fed the potion for restoring spirits, and I'm afraid she will sleep until tomorrow, but don't worry, it's just some flesh wounds, and he is very healthy now."
She paused for a moment.
"I have some reasons, should I tell Augusta about this now."
"It's better to let Neville talk to his grandma in person after he recovers."
(End of this chapter)