Chapter 153 The Second Attack

Chapter 154 The Second Attack

Malfoy and Harry were lying on adjacent beds, arguing quietly. The weakened version of the water of life and death was placed at the bedside, but they had not yet drunk it:

"Potter, your fake moves are as obvious as candles at night. Is this the result of your hard practice?"

Harry was not to be outdone, and retorted:

"Really, Malfoy? I don't know who hit you on the ground several times. You were not as confident as you are now when you were crying with your bloody nose covered!"

The quarrel between the two became more and more intense. If they were not in the bed, they would have wanted to come down and fight immediately.

Just then, footsteps were heard in the corridor outside. The two hurriedly shut up, closed the curtains of the bed, lay on the bed and pretended to be asleep, but actually looked curiously through the gap.

"Squeak" the door was gently pushed open, and Dumbledore strode in. He was wearing a formal wizard robe and a pointed hat, and looked exhausted, as if he had just come back from a long journey.

Behind him were two statue-like objects, and Professor McGonagall. Malfoy and Harry didn't know if it was an illusion, but they felt that Professor McGonagall's face was more serious than ever.

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

"Another attack." Dumbledore said, "The little wizard found them on the stairs."

"They still had a lot of food in their hands." Professor McGonagall said, "According to other little wizards, they were going to get some food from the kitchen and bring it back to the stadium to continue watching the game.

Many people know."

The two eavesdroppers raised their bodies slowly and carefully at the same time, so that they could see the statue on the bed.

A ray of moonlight sprinkled on the two beds opposite.

Harry felt his stomach twitch violently, and an indescribable sadness surrounded him. He knew both statues. They were Ginny Weasley, a cute and smart little girl, Ron's sister.

And there was Colin Creevey, a fanatic, enthusiastic little boy who always shouted his name in a happy voice and often secretly took pictures of himself.

Ginny's eyes were wide open, and she covered her mouth with an incredible expression.

Colin stretched his hands to his chest, holding his camera, his mouth cracked, with an equally surprised expression.

"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey whispered.

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall, "I shudder to think of the little wizards and wizards all on the field, if the attack happened when there were many people."

The three people looked at the two statues intently.

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

"Did he take a picture of the attacker?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly.

Dumbledore did not answer. He pried open the back cover of the camera. "Oh my God!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed.

A puff of hot air hissed out of the camera. Even Harry and Malfoy, who were three beds apart, smelled the pungent smell of burning plastic.

"It's melted," Madam Pomfrey said in surprise, "It's all melted..."

"What does this mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked anxiously.

Dumbledore was silent for a while and then said softly:

"This shows that the way of attack should be a unique form, not just a simple spell. As far as I know, I know at least two kinds of black magic that can produce similar effects, such as the infamous and almost lost petrifying gaze."

There was silence in the field, and Harry and Malfoy felt that Dumbledore seemed to tilt his head towards them.

After a while, Professor McGonagall said in a dry voice:

"What is the purpose of the attacker? Is he a student of the school?"

Dumbledore shook his head:

"Minerva, this is exactly what I can't understand. Using advanced black magic just to petrify a few little wizards, without any other actions

What exactly do you want to do?"

No, what do the basilisk and the owner of the diary want to do? Zhang Xiao was lying on the bed, unable to understand their thinking.

The attack took place in a corridor leading to the main entrance. Zhang Xiao went to check it out immediately, but there was no message.

There were no mirrors, water stains, glass or other reflective objects, just like Filch and Mrs. Norris were petrified.

The basilisk's gaze was deadly, at least deadly enough for the little wizard. If he hadn't seen the gaze indirectly, he would have died if he had looked directly at it.

Could it be that the basilisk had cataracts or severe astigmatism?

Otherwise, there was no way to explain why the two attacks were only petrification without finding any indirect objects.

Zhang Xiao rubbed his forehead in annoyance. He might as well put Lucius in a sack, then take the truth serum and ask who the diary was given to.

If his father hadn't been away, he would have really discussed it with his father.

In any case, improving one's own strength is the first priority. According to one's own guess, the wizard will instinctively distort the damage he can perceive to reduce the extent of the damage.

Just like young wizards rarely die from falling, Neville in the original book only broke his arm when he fell from his broom.

This is also a kind of idealism, and also an illusion that young wizards show "non-human" physique. The body of wizards is not much stronger than that of ordinary people.

So he seriously doubted that the basilisk looked directly at Dumbledore. He couldn't even petrify him. At most, it would be very remarkable to freeze his actions.

A certain Taoist priest couldn't hold the old Taoist priest with the Golden Watchman. It's the same reason.

I'll start my own small duel club tomorrow! I just don't know if the experience I gained from school in my previous life can be used in the wizarding world.

Even if it can't be used, it's okay to help friends improve their strength. After spending a long time with these little wizards, he won't accept any one less!

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

Why can't I buy mature mandrakes at a high price from other places? Or buy powerful restoratives?

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

Or is this method not feasible? Otherwise, why didn't anyone think of it?

The next day, the news that Ginny and Creevey were attacked was already spreading in the school.

No one discussed Malfoy and Potter's "Battle of the Century", and the front page headline he had expected was squeezed to the second page.

The news of the series of accidents at Hogwarts caused great shock to the wizards, but no one died for the time being, and the mandrake could remove petrification.

Rumors flew everywhere, and everyone was suspicious.

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

During the days when Harry and Malfoy were sleeping, everyone kept it a secret from the teacher and exchanged amulets, exorcisms and other things to protect themselves. This practice quickly became popular in the school.

Zhang Xiao also wrote a letter to the Potions Association, stating that he was ready to purchase mature mandrake root juice or a powerful restorative agent to remove petrification.

And he directly stated that as long as there was, the price was not a problem.

After doing all this, he finally sent an invitation to the candidate he had already selected.

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