Chapter 577： Harry didnt know (1/2)
When Albert used the Imperius Curse to make Ginny Weasley return to the dorm by herself. Professor McGonagall just awakened Madam Pomfrey who had fallen asleep.
The head nurse only put a jacket on his pajamas, and hurriedly followed Professor McGonagall out. Seeing the boy lying stiff on the bed, he couldn't help but breathe in a cold breath.
”What's the matter?” Madam Pomfrey lowered her voice but Dumbledore.
She walked to the bed and leaned over to check the boy's condition. This symptom was strange and she had never seen it before. The boy was stiff like a stone, and she couldn't help linking the rumors he had heard a while ago.
To be honest, if it were not for precedent, Madam Pomfrey even suspected that the stiff boy in front of him was dead.
”It's another attack,” Dumbledore said quietly, ”McGonagall found him on the stairs.”
All three of them looked at Colin intently, trying to find some clues about the attacker from him.
”I heard Mr. Crevy's scream and went out to check the situation and found that he was attacked.” Professor McGonagall said in a low voice, ”You should also notice Mr. Crevy's wide-open eyes and stunned expression. Yes, he must have seen the attacker, and the attacker may still be an unexpected guy.
”What should we do, I mean how to treat him.” Madam Pomfrey whispered.
”The powerful restorative made by Mandela grass roots can lift the petrochemical curse.” Dumbledore comforted: ”Mrs. Sprout just has a batch of Mandela grass roots. When they mature, Severus can Made into an antidote.”
”Is it petrified?” Madam Pomfrey frowned slightly and began to search for similar symptoms in her mind.
”Yes.” Professor McGonagall's voice was deeply disturbed, ”I have never heard of any dark magic that can petrify people... I wanted to catch up before, but now I shudder when I think about it... if It’s not that I met Albus, who knows what will happen...”
”The secret room has been opened again,” Dumbledore said softly.
”But Albus...you must know...who?” Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore blankly, hoping to get the answer from the other person's mouth.
”But the question is not who,” Dumbledore took out the camera from Colin's stiff fingers. ”But the question is, how did the other party do it.”
Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey looked blank, obviously not understanding Dumbledore's words.
”Will he take a picture of the attacker?” Professor McGonagall asked eagerly, looking at the camera.
Dumbledore did not answer, and reached out to pry open the back cover of the camera, and a pungent smell of burning plastic came out of the camera.
Madam Pomfrey said in surprise, ”It melted...”
Dumbledore replaced the back cover of the camera, placed it on the bedside table next to the hospital bed, and said to Mrs. Pomfrey, ”Take care of Mr. Crevey until the powerful restorer is configured.”
”I will.”
”This thing is very abnormal Albus.” Professor McGonagall left the school hospital behind Dumbledore. ”I noticed that Mr. Crevey was carrying a bunch of grapes on him. I guess he wanted to sneak here to watch the waves. Especially. The attacker was able to accurately seize the opportunity and quickly disappeared after using the black magic to petrify Mr. Crevey.”
”I will investigate this matter.”
Professor McGonagall stopped and looked at Dumbledore with oppressive eyes: ”You know what I mean, my student has been attacked. I can't ignore it.”
”Well, according to my sources, he is currently hiding in the forests of Albania.”
”he?”
”Voldemort.”
Professor McGonagall shuddered when Dumbledore said the name.