“But… but… we saw it! If we had been just a little bit later, Hagrid would have been killed! We saw it from the air on our brooms, that wizard in black robes with a wand was about to lay his hands on Hagrid!”
Students always felt a bit timid in front of teachers, and Harry was no exception, but he quickly mustered his courage to retort.
“So, the matter was urgent. Since you were able to escape from You-Know-Who and save Hagrid unharmed, this proves your bravery and resourcefulness. Since you succeeded, I will not deduct points. As a display of your courage and concern for your friend, I will add 20 points to each of you.”
Hearing about the added points, Harry didn't cheer up. Instead, he cautiously reconfirmed with Professor McGonagall: “Is Hagrid really okay?”
Harry trusted his own professor's judgment more than Firenze's and Lorisa's diagnoses.
“That Centaur's healing spell is indeed quite advanced. Just as he said, Hagrid only fainted from blood loss and is not in life-threatening danger. If you are still worried, you can send Hagrid to Madam Pomfrey to recuperate for a while.”
Professor McGonagall's routine was all too familiar to him.
Isn't that what all teachers do? First, give a “slap” as a warning, then offer “sweets,” hoping the Little Wizards will remember the lesson.
Watching Professor McGonagall talking to Harry, Chen Yu quietly stepped back, holding his broom, ready to leave first.
“Don't even think about running, Little Wizards Chen Yu.”
Noticing Chen Yu's little movement, Minerva's face showed a “kind” smile: “There's nothing seriously wrong with Harry, but Little Wizards Chen Yu, can you explain where you got those Muggle weapons? Could it be that you used Transfiguration again?”
Chen Yu was about to nod and try to get away with it, but then he remembered his own professor's Transfiguration skills and quickly shook his head, explaining: “No, no, no, they were given to me by a distant relative in America. His name is Tony Stark, and he's an arms dealer who supplies weapons to the American military. All these things were given to me during Christmas!”
Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout usually had a very good relationship. During their chats, Minerva learned from Professor Sprout that Chen Yu had found his relatives during Christmas.
And he had obtained many things from them.
Especially those few senzu beans Chen Yu brought out, Madam Pomfrey liked them very much and urged Professor Sprout to cultivate them quickly.
But when she thought of Chen Yu's relative in America being connected to the American military, Professor McGonagall immediately felt a headache.
The situation of the American Ministry of Magic was completely different from European countries, and the relationships were intricate.
The relationships between countries, and between Ministries of Magic, were far too complex to be explained in a word or two.
“Hand over those dangerous Muggle weapons. Little Wizards should not possess such dangerous Muggle weapons, and you wouldn't want the Ministry of Magic to find out and then be locked up in Azkaban, would you?”
Professor McGonagall's smile became even more “kind.”
Chen Yu shook his head, pretending to pull out two flashbangs from the pocket of his wizard robe and handed them to Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall took the unpinned flashbangs, put them into her pocket, and then continued to ask: “Are you sure that's all?”
Chen Yu wanted to nod, but he saw Professor McGonagall's knowing look that he still had more.
He then pulled out two smoke grenades from his pocket and handed them to Professor McGonagall.
“Is! There! More?!”
Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes, said each word deliberately, and her smile became even more “kind.”
Chen Yu shook his head, indicating that he really had nothing left.
Professor McGonagall reminded him: “It's that Muggle weapon that makes a 'Dadada' sound. I heard its sound from far away!”
Seeing that he couldn't fool her, Chen Yu had no choice but to continue pretending to pull out a huge object from his pocket.
The M61 Vulcan cannon, 1,875mm long, weighing 120kg, with a caliber of 20mm, an initial velocity of 1036m/s, and a maximum rate of fire of up to 6600rps.
Chen Yu laboriously pulled this behemoth out of his pocket and then slammed it onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Professor McGonagall's eyes twitched.
Professor McGonagall, while marveling at Chen Yu's strength, gently waved her wand, making the Muggle weapon in front of her disappear directly.
Then she continued to warn: “Don't let me see you using similar things on campus again. This time was an emergency, so it's fine. Otherwise, even if the other party is far away in America and the procedures are troublesome, I will go over and have a good talk with him about a child's education. I will confiscate these dangerous things of yours and return them to you after you graduate.”
As for Chen Yu pulling such a behemoth out of his pocket, Minerva did not intend to inquire.
After all, let alone Little Wizards, adult wizards also like to cast the Undetectable Extension Charm on their pockets or suitcases.
Although privately using the Undetectable Extension Charm is a violation of Ministry of Magic law, as long as it is not discovered by the Ministry of Magic, there is no problem.
Life is not black and white; sometimes it is a delicate shade of gray.
Hearing Professor McGonagall's warning, Chen Yu shrugged helplessly.
If it weren't for the emergency, who would want to run around school with this thing?
It wasn't until she had confiscated the dangerous items from Chen Yu's hands and confirmed that Hagrid was not in life-threatening danger that Professor McGonagall returned to her usual meticulous expression.
Seeing Professor McGonagall's familiar expression, Chen Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to ask boldly: “Professor, aren't you going to chase that Dark Wizard? Perhaps he hasn't gone far yet. If you chase him now, you might still make it.”
Lord Voldemort, having lost his wand, was like a tiger without teeth; although still dangerous, the danger was greatly reduced.
It was a pity he didn't have the ability to track Apparition, otherwise, he would have chased him long ago.
If they didn't kill Lord Voldemort now, what if Lord Voldemort got a new wand and became difficult to kill again?
“No, the most important thing now is to protect you and Hagrid. The pursuit can wait until Albus arrives. Besides, the other party used Apparition in the Forbidden Forest, so whether he is still in the Forbidden Forest is a question.”
“The school had previously proposed setting up anti-Apparition spells in the Forbidden Forest, but the Centaurs, werewolves, and other magical creatures living in the Forbidden Forest all disagreed, believing it to be their imprisonment. Coupled with the complex environment in the Forbidden Forest, it was delayed.”
Professor McGonagall shook her head without hesitation. She was worried that if she left, the Dark Wizard would return to ambush the helpless Hagrid.
Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at a nearby broken log. A flash of light appeared, and with the infusion of magic, the log transformed into a stretcher.
Chen Yu and Harry immediately understood. After using the Levitation Charm to lighten Hagrid's weight, they lifted Hagrid onto the stretcher. The two of them carried the stretcher and followed Professor McGonagall out of the Forbidden Forest.
With Professor McGonagall leading the way, the journey was uneventful.
After taking Hagrid to the infirmary, the two, dragging their tired bodies, prepared to return to their dormitory for a good rest.
The events of the day had exhausted them.
On the way, Harry tried to return the metal bracelet Chen Yu had given him for protection, but Chen Yu refused.
“You keep it. This thing isn't much use to me. If you don't like it, there's no problem giving it to Fred and George.”
The two returned to the common room, where Hermione and Ron's curious interrogations awaited them... Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office.
“Minerva, how badly is Hagrid hurt?”
A rare trace of anger appeared on Dumbledore's aged face.
The immense magic, out of control with his emotions, caused the items in the entire Headmaster's office to creak.
The gossiping Sorting Hat wisely shut its mouth, Fawkes tucked his head into his wings, and the chattering, disagreeing portraits pretended to be asleep, indicating they knew nothing.
“Albus, watch your emotions. Do you want to destroy the Headmaster's office? Fortunately, Harry and Chen Yu went in time. Hagrid only fainted from excessive blood loss and will be fine after a few days of rest with Madam Pomfrey.”
With Professor McGonagall's reminder, Dumbledore also noticed his gaffe.
“My apologies, Minerva. I was a bit emotional. The older one gets, the more sentimental one becomes. Please thank Harry and Chen Yu for me; they are both good Little Wizards. I need to guard the Philosopher's Stone to prevent anyone with ill intentions from approaching it, so I sent Severus to chase that mysterious Dark Wizard.”
The Headmaster's office door opened, and Snape walked in with a gloomy face.
Professor McGonagall quickly asked: “Severus, did you catch him?”
“No, the other party was very cunning. After using Apparition, he quickly left and created false impressions, disrupting the spell's tracking and judgment…”
“Then can you confirm that person was really You-Know-Who? After all, that kind of flight method is only used by a very small number of people…”
“Cannot confirm, but I suspect the other party is a Death Eater… or one of my old colleagues. After returning, I first went to Professor Quirrell's office and found that Professor Quirrell had disappeared…”
Snape's eyes flickered.
