Hogwarts Homecoming

Everyone who came towards him had curiosity in their eyes, as if they wanted to find out the truth from him. However, facing the gazes of these people, Harry felt a surge of anger in his heart. He was already angry enough. Yes, but now he is even more angry.

Hermione was attacked inexplicably, and her life or death is still uncertain.

However, these people were not worried about Hermione at all, but wanted to watch the excitement more. Harry wanted to pull out his wand and give it to the students on both sides of the corridor who looked at him with strange eyes and were discussing in a rustling manner. A few hard ones.

Although he knew this was human nature and Hermione was not their good friend, he just couldn't control the hatred growing in his heart. This feeling of hatred was just like the first time he heard about his father last year. The way my mother died after being betrayed by her best friend.

"I hope you can get your emotions under control, Mr. Potter—"

Professor McGonagall noticed the hatred in Harry's green eyes, and she said in a strong tone. However, her eyes briefly glanced at the scabbed blood mark on Harry's cheek that was hit by a stone on the ground. Her tone softened again, and the arm she held around Harry gently squeezed his shoulder.

"You should believe Professor Dumbledore and Professor Braine that Miss Granger will recover and her killer will be brought to justice and spend the rest of his life in Azkaban -"

"Such a scumbag doesn't deserve to go to Azkaban!" Harry said bitterly, "He should be killed!"

"This is not what a young wizard should say, Potter. In short, leave it to Professor Dumbledore and Professor Brain, they will punish the murderer!"

Professor McGonagall sighed heavily in her heart and dragged Harry into the already overcrowded campus hospital.

In the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey hurriedly walked around the beds, tying bandages and wiping fresh blood on the whining little wizards. Her chubby face was full of anxiety and madness.

Today was a leisurely and pleasant day for her. Apart from taking care of two first-year wizards who had their ankles pinched by those teasing stairs, there were only a few third-year students who had severe colds and needed bed rest. grade students.

But she didn't expect that her leisure and comfort would end so unexpectedly. After finishing her tour of the wards and preparing to go down to the auditorium for lunch early, she just stepped out of the hospital door when a thunderous roar came from the stairs.

Then, one patient after another was admitted to the school hospital in front of her, and Professor Moody even got two Hogsmeade villagers with glass pieces stuck in their shoulders!

"oh!"

When she finally came to her senses, her territory was filled with injured people.

"Who can tell me what is going on!"

Facing the little wizards waiting to be bandaged, Madam Pomfrey screamed as if she had collapsed.

Although Harry felt that nothing was wrong with him, Professor McGonagall still pressed him firmly on the hospital bed and asked Madam Pomfrey to check him.

Perhaps because there were too many people waiting to take care of him, Madam Pomfrey acted more roughly than ever before. When she checked her eyes to see if there were any signs of being corroded by dark magic, she almost pulled off his eyelids.

"Well, Poppy, he was very close to Miss Granger."

Professor McGonagall looked worriedly at Madam Pomfrey, who was moving on top of Harry.

"I don't think it's a big deal, Minerva—"

Madam Pomfrey opened Harry's mouth and checked his tongue.

"Of course, the child is a little frightened. A cup of hot chocolate milk and a good sleep will refresh him. The milk is on the table over there. Minerva, it would be great if you could help me. ——”

After the inspection, Madam Pomfrey went to deal with the glass shards on the two unlucky Hogsmeade villagers without stopping. Professor McGonagall struggled to squeeze through the crowd to help him pour milk. Harry finally had the time. Look at the chaos in the school hospital.

Everyone he knew from Hogwarts seemed to be here.

Harry saw several of his roommates, Neville, Seamus and Dean, standing at the door, stretching their necks and looking inward to know that they were not affected by the explosion. They did not even appear at the scene of that scene, they were just simply After hearing about this, they came to visit them.

Ginny, Colin, Fred and George, members of the Gryffindor team, classmates in physical education class. Harry saw Cedric and Cho Chang also in the crowd, looking inside, Harry knew They all wanted to know the inside story but he didn't want to pay attention to them right now, and he didn't have any inside information to share.

Ron was the one who was seriously injured by the injured people. His head was wrapped in a thick layer of white gauze. It might be due to excessive bleeding. He was still in a coma and looked a little pale. He walked over and gave McMillan a hand. Madam Pomfrey stopped the bleeding on her lips and closed the curtain beside Ron's bed in order to let Ron rest better.

Then, Ron's face disappeared from Harry's sight.

It seemed that there was nothing else to do but be in a daze - Harry, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, in a noisy environment, with his head buzzing, suddenly became aware of it.

"How is Granger, Minerva--"

These affected students were sent back by Professor Moody, Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout. After the environment in the school hospital became a little more orderly, they all gathered around Professor McGonagall to inquire about the situation.

"Albus said Granger's injuries are under control—"

After a while, Professor McGonagall was also out of breath from exhaustion. She whispered with the support of Professor Sprout.

Even so, everyone can tell that things may not be that simple, especially Professor Moody, who has had close contact with Hermione. He knows exactly what the child suffered.

There were many injured people, but fortunately, the damage they suffered was not serious. Most of them were only hit by a little air wave.

When Snape arrived, the school hospital was much more orderly, and the little wizards who were watching outside the door were driven away by Professor McGonagall and others so as not to disturb the patients' rest.

"How is it, Severus?"

Seeing Snape coming in, several professors sitting in chairs immediately surrounded him. Professor McGonagall looked worried and asked in a low voice,

"Is there any new news from Albus?"

Harry, who was forced to lie down on the hospital bed, moved his eyelids slightly and immediately raised his ears.

"Granger has been sent to St. Mungo's by Dumbledore, and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will protect her safety——"

Snape glanced at the hospital bed behind Pomona. He could tell at a glance that Potter was eavesdropping on their conversation. However, he just moved his hooked nose and did not expose him.

"Amosta also left. He said he was going to investigate the matter--"

Amosta returned to Hogwarts late the night before yesterday, stayed for only two days, and left the school again. Professor McGonagall just pursed her lips, but did not have any thoughts of anger in her heart.

Who planned this attack and what was its purpose?

Several professors in the school hospital walked aside and started discussing. Harry stretched his ears, but couldn't hear clearly.

Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ron's hospital bed.

The curtain covering the hospital bed was swept by the breeze, and Ron's pale face flashed in Harry's eyes, and was immediately covered by the curtain. The pale sunlight outside the window was a bit dazzling, but had no heat. The breeze blowing into the ward was quiet, a bit depressing.

There was another sweep outside the hospital door, and Harry heard Hagrid's heavy footsteps in the distance. In addition, the voices of Mrs. Maxim and Professor Karkaroff also fell into his ears.

Professor McGonagall hurried past his bed and rushed to ask them to be quiet. Harry quickly closed his eyes and turned his head to the other side to pretend to rest. The nails of his clenched fists under the quilt were already embedded in the palms of his hands.