Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 83: We can’t expect first-year students to protect the Philosopher’s Stone, right?

The first class the next morning was Professor Snape's Potions class.

While Harry was half asleep, he felt someone pushing him.

"Come on, get up, Harry."

This is Seamus' voice.

"Today is Old Bat's class. Do you want to be sprayed with venom by him?"

This is Ron's voice.

"Old Bat?" Harry rubbed his eyes.

"Oh, it's Snape." Ron explained to Harry considerately: "Fred and George said he was wearing a black robe and looked like a bat."

Harry couldn't help laughing.

When they were eating together in the morning, Ron whispered to Harry, "Harry, how was your time in the Forbidden Forest last night?"

"I think it's okay," Harry shrugged, putting some baked beans in tomato sauce on the bread, and then put a slice of sausage and bacon on it. "The Forbidden Forest is indeed dangerous, but I met a friend in it. After we finish lunch, I will take you to meet her."

"A new friend?" Ron immediately became interested: "She? Could she be a centaur?"

"No, it's a unicorn." Harry smiled mysteriously at Ron.

"Cool..." Hermione came closer with interest: "How did you two know each other? Oh... I mean, I read in books that unicorns are usually only close to the purest women, I didn't expect that they would also make friends with boys?"

"Because a dark wizard attacked her, and I happened to pass by and rescued her." Harry said truthfully.

"Then how did you defeat the dark wizard?" Neville suddenly asked.

"I used a harmless little jinx on him." Harry took a bite of his bread.

The sour and delicious baked beans in tomato sauce, coupled with the unique flavor of sausage and the smoky flavor of bacon, made Harry's empty stomach feel a little satisfied.

What can I say?

Hermione became alert when she heard the words "a harmless little curse".

"What did you say, Harry?" Hermione whispered. "You wouldn't... Oh my God, have you really used it..."

At this point, Hermione seemed to choke.

"Okay, okay, it's not a big deal to randomly try to use a spell like this when you're in danger, but... no one noticed, right?"

"No." When Harry said this, he suddenly thought of Fang.

Oh no, when I left with Hagrid yesterday, I forgot to take Fang with me because he was under a stunning spell.

Hopefully it's all right, Harry thought, and put some scrambled eggs on the toast, then thought for a moment and put some bacon on it, and some sausages, and finally a slice of tomato and cheese on top to make a delicious sandwich.

"No wonder."

Hermione changed the subject, but her brows furrowed again.

"It's just... why did the dark wizard attack the unicorn? You know, it's a very holy and noble creature. No matter what the reason, attacking a unicorn is an unforgivable crime..." "Because of the unicorn's blood." Harry answered concisely and clearly: "A centaur named Firenze told me that the dark wizard was using the unicorn's blood to prolong his lingering life so that he could get the Philosopher's Stone to restore his life and strength."

"No wonder." Hermione lowered her head, thought for a moment, and asked again: "Then the question is, the Philosopher's Stone is in Hogwarts, who would dare to steal it under Dumbledore's nose?"

"There is a man who has been dormant for many years, eager to make a comeback, but he is now broken and shabby - only this method can restore his magical power to its peak." Harry ate the homemade sandwich in two bites. "Guess who else?"

"Who is it?" Ron took a sip of pumpkin juice.

"Is it Voldemort?!" Hermione roared.

Hearing the name, Ron lost his grip on the pumpkin juice in his hand and it fell on the table with a thud.

Fortunately, it was a thick glass cup and he drank most of it, so the liquid didn't spill on himself.

Seamus gasped, not sure if it was because of the name or because of the news about Voldemort.

As for Neville, his face turned completely pale.

Among the five friends present, only Hermione and Harry were not afraid of this name at all.

Hermione didn't know enough about Voldemort, and Harry simply didn't think there was anything about Voldemort that was worth being afraid of.

"How could this happen!" Ron stood up quickly, but his movement was so large that he attracted the attention of the entire auditorium.

He quickly sat down again and lowered his voice and said, "That's impossible. Hogwarts has Headmaster Dumbledore here. How dare he?"

"What if Dumbledore is not in school?" Hermione stared at Ron. "You know, the headmaster is not always in school. Once he leaves school, that will be the best time for Voldemort to take action! We must remind Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"Don't worry, Hermione. Hagrid went to the headmaster's office last night to remind Professor Dumbledore." Harry answered absent-mindedly.

There were only two things on his mind - the first was to find the Philosopher's Stone, and the second was to remove the curse from Pabbie's wound.

Now that Harry had said that, Hermione had nothing to say.

Yes, since Headmaster Dumbledore already knows the situation, he will definitely make a reasonable response.

You can't expect us first-year students to protect the Philosopher's Stone, right?
The Potions class was once again spent in Professor Snape's venom spray. This time, even Hermione was not spared because she was worried and accidentally added half an ounce of bat liver.

After Harry brewed a perfect pot of swelling potion, Snape curled his lips and reluctantly gave Gryffindor a point.

Then, five points were deducted because Neville burned the pot dry.

The Gryffindor students were used to it. After all, it was normal for Professor Snape to deduct points from Gryffindor.

But even so, it couldn't stop Slytherin from being ranked last in the House Cup score - because he had deducted 150 points from Slytherin's house score.

When the get out of class was over, Harry asked Ron and the others to wait outside.

He had bought several bottles of blood-replenishing potion in Diagon Alley, but to be honest, the potion bought outside was definitely not as effective as the one brewed personally by a potion master like Professor Snape.

It would be fine if an ordinary person needed this kind of potion, but Pabbie was his old friend after all. He would rather be splashed with Snape's venom than give his good friend the best potion.

Of course, Snape also noticed that Harry had not left yet. He twitched his lips and said greasyly, "Anything else, Potter? Could it be that the great savior has some little adolescent problems that he wants to consult his poor old professor?"

(End of this chapter)