Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

The harder he tried, the more painful it became for Jimmy's kidneys as the bone fragments pushed against them. He even considered suggesting that he should just walk back, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a gust of northwest wind blew into his mouth, making him gag.

A strong wind suddenly swept through the forbidden forest at night, creating a sense of oppressive darkness.

The castle corridors were brightly lit, and the commotion in the Forbidden Forest was considerable, especially Norbert's dragon breath, which, like a sea of ​​fire, turned the entire sky red.

Professor McGonagall, dressed in her bathrobe and carrying her wand, strode to the castle gate. She looked up at the approaching young dragon in the sky and trembled with rage.

“Professor McGonagall! Jimmy is injured!” Hermione’s trembling voice came from the dragon’s back.

Professor McGonagall stopped trembling upon hearing this, and the glow on her wand brightened even more.

As the dragon approached the ground, it spread its wings fully, keeping them parallel to the direction of its descent. Its hind legs landed first, then its wings folded up, and finally its forepaws, like those of a bat, appeared. It lowered its body, revealing the two people on Norber's back.

Jimmy, clutching his lower back, lay on Norbert's back. He turned his head and saw Professor McGonagall, giving a pathetic smile. "Good evening, Professor McGonagall."

"What's going on!" Professor McGonagall quickly transformed the weeds on the ground into a suspended stretcher, pointed her wand at Jimmy, and his body flew onto the stretcher.

"Why not just use a levitation charm to take my body away?" Jimmy, lying on the stretcher, still had the mind to ask.

Hermione jumped off Norbert's back and stood in front of Jimmy's stretcher, saying with a mix of anger and anxiety, "Looks like you still have the strength to speak!"

"Alright, I'll take you to the school clinic."

Professor McGonagall was in no mood to talk at the moment. She emitted a mist of white light from the tip of her staff, which formed a small cat. The cat rolled in mid-air and disappeared into the dark corridors of the castle.

Then she waved her wand and conjured a stretcher, put Hermione, who was standing perfectly fine, onto the stretcher, and ran towards the school infirmary with the two of them.

When they arrived at the school clinic, the lights were already on, and Mrs. Pomfrey had prepared a clean bed.

Jimmy was moved to a hospital bed. His adrenaline was depleted again, and his chest was rising and falling less and less, as if he was about to die at any moment.

In a daze, his clothes were taken off one by one, and he became alert again, covering his genitals and shouting, "No need to take off my pants!"

Mrs. Pomfrey, who was standing to the side, yanked his hand away and snapped, "Nobody wants to see this! Let go!"

Then, Jimmy's bloody wound on his chest was dripped with white cinnamon essence. The intense pain from the splashed alcohol and the intense itching from the rapidly healing wound were all at once, so he was quite fortunate.

"Ouch!"

Voldemort, another character added to the list!

"Mrs. Pomfrey, is he badly hurt?" Hermione asked worriedly, listening to Jimmy's pig-like screams.

Lady Pomfrey showed no concern. She took out a potion and placed it on the bedside table, saying, "You'll be fine after a night's sleep. It will take some time for your bones to heal to the same extent as before the injury."

"Bones? Where are the bones?"

Jimmy, who was lying in bed, felt much better after using the White Dense Essence. Now he was trying to get up while supporting himself on the bed. How come I didn't know that my leg was also injured?

Madam Pomfrey pointed to his right leg and said, "The bone in your ankle. Drink the potion on the bed."

Hermione only then realized how close she had come to danger, and put her hand to her chest, saying, "It's good that you're alright. I was really afraid something would happen to you, Jimmy."

She still feels it's unreal about everything that happened in the forest, as if she watched a short film that she would forget as soon as she turned her head.

If Jimmy hadn't actually been injured, she would have thought it was just a joke, after all, this is Hogwarts!

"Alright, shouldn't you explain what exactly happened?"

Professor McGonagall, who had remained standing at the foot of the bed, spoke up. Her voice was not as stern as usual, but rather full of concern.

Hermione was about to speak when Jimmy on the bed howled, indignantly shouting, "There's a dark wizard in the Forbidden Forest! That evil dark wizard attacked a kind unicorn, and when I discovered him, he cast a spell on me!"

Luckily, I'm a good student, and at the crucial moment, I used the Transfiguration Charm to conjure a slab of rock to block two spells, otherwise Hermione and I would have been in danger!

Professor McGonagall, like an enraged lioness, said fiercely, "It's a dark wizard! I'll report this to the headmaster and the Ministry of Magic; this is a serious matter!"

But Jimmy felt that Professor McGonagall's behavior was at least half an act; after the initial panic, all that was left was her acting skills.

Jimmy, are you alright?

How is Jimmy?

"Madame Pomfrey!"

Before the people outside the school infirmary arrived, their voices preceded their arrival. Harry, Ron, Draco, Hagrid, and Rocket entered the infirmary one after another.

Mrs. Pomfrey frowned unhappily, like a woman picking meat at a market, checking the three children over and over, and after confirming that they were not injured, she said, "They are not patients; do not disturb the patient's rest here."

“I’m sorry…” Harry saw Professor McGonagall was there and immediately said excitedly, “Professor McGonagall, we saw a man in black robes hunting unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. That man is definitely trying to steal the Philosopher’s Stone, and he already knows how to do it through Cerberus. We have to stop him!”

“That’s right!” Ron and Draco nodded in unison.

On the way, Harry was clever again. It was all Norbert's fault. None of them had ever thought about where Hagrid's dragon eggs came from before.

Now they know that a mysterious person used a dragon egg to extract the secret of Cerberus from Hagrid.

They were certain that since the man in black had attacked Jimmy today, he wouldn't be able to stay at school tomorrow, so the man in black's actions would definitely happen tonight!

However, Professor McGonagall didn't take it seriously. She just said with slight surprise, "I don't know how you know about the Philosopher's Stone, but don't worry, it's under tight protection. Go back to your dorms and rest, and don't make a fuss."

“But the Philosopher’s Stone is really dangerous!” Draco glanced at Jimmy, who was pretending to faint on the hospital bed, and his fear of suicide kicked in again, causing him to start trembling.

If that man in black had also cast a spell on him, he would be the one lying in the hospital bed now!

Harry asked, "Where is Professor Dumbledore?"

He wanted to find Professor Dumbledore, hoping he might realize the seriousness of the problem, since the Philosopher's Stone had been entrusted to Professor Dumbledore by Nicolas Flamel.

“He’s not here. He went to the Ministry of Magic last night to take care of some things.” As she said this, Professor McGonagall looked up at Hagrid, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Hagrid was a little embarrassed, but Harry and the others were extremely anxious.

After just a few glances, the Philosopher's Stone team came to a conclusion: Snape was going to steal the Philosopher's Stone tonight!

Chapter 82 A Night Destined to Be Turbulent

"Don't wander off, and Hagrid too. You should go back and check on him," Professor McGonagall instructed the group, but she didn't seem to take it seriously and simply left with Hagrid.

Harry and his friends remained by the hospital bedside, feeling stifled and distrusted. So they all had a bold idea.

Just as they were about to say something, Madam Pomfrey waved her hand and began to shoo them away, "Alright, go back to your rooms and don't disturb the patient's rest!"

After finishing the potion prepared by Madam Pomfrey, Jimmy hurriedly said, "Wait, Madam Pomfrey, I have a few words to say to my friend."

Mrs. Pomfrey did not refuse, took the bottle, and instructed, "Don't stay too long, leave as soon as possible." After saying that, she returned to the office next to the school infirmary.

"Jimmy, did you see what that man in black looked like? Was it Snape?" Harry asked seriously.

Jimmy, feeling very sleepy, didn't know what kind of potion he had just drunk. He whispered, "I didn't see what he looked like, but you guys better keep a close eye on the trapdoor. Oh, and it would be best to bring Neville and Draco along; you can take turns using your invisibility cloaks to keep watch."

He was like a general on his sickbed, bestowing wisdom upon his juniors, issuing commands, and finally encouraging them with words.

"Perhaps the professors see us as just a bunch of junior wizards, but we can do much more than just give reports!"

Perhaps we were destined to go through these things when we came to this school, because no one else could have done it.

I can't continue this journey with you all; the rest... I'll leave it to you."

Jimmy grew increasingly exhausted, and his words came out haltingly, as if they were his dying words.

Ron, that silly boy, was completely fooled, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Harry's expression was also grave. "Jimmy, don't worry, we will definitely stop that mysterious man's plot."

Draco, standing to the side, pointed to himself, looking astonished. "Me too?"

Jimmy, whose eyelids were about to close, suddenly opened them, stared fiercely at Draco, and said, word by word, "You're going too, right now."

"Okay, okay..."

"Sleep peacefully, leave the rest to us!" Ron wiped away his tears, his face resolute like that of a soldier about to go to battle.

Exhausted, Jimmy smiled and nodded. When he saw Hermione was about to leave, he quickly grabbed her wrist. "Hermione."

"Hmm?" Hermione thought that Jimmy might still have something to say to her, so she said to Harry and the others, "You guys go first."

Harry, unsuspecting, nodded and led Ron and Draco out of the infirmary.

Hermione, who remained, sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over to listen to Jimmy's plan. "Go find George and Fred. They will wake up all the Gryffindor students. If Harry and the others really went through the trapdoor, have George and Fred bring the Gryffindors through the trapdoor."

Then have Percy go and call the professor, preferably Professor Snape. When he calls Snape, make sure to say that Quirrell has captured Harry…”

Jimmy muttered to himself for a while. Old Deng was messing things up for him, so he would mess things up for Old Deng in return.

He didn't believe that with so many people rushing in, Old Deng and the other professors, especially Professor Snape, could remain seated.

If Plan A doesn't go well, Jimmy has Plan B: to cause trouble, wake up all the students in the castle, and bring Voldemort's social anxiety to the forefront.

If that doesn't work, he has plan C, and even plan D!

Low cost and pollution-free.

After hearing the plan, Hermione nodded firmly and turned to leave the school infirmary.

On the hospital bed, having finished all the arrangements, Jimmy closed his eyes with peace of mind, wondering if Voldemort would still be able to cause trouble after tonight.

Damn it, how dare they ambush an eleven-year-old like me!

Suddenly, as if remembering a primary school student who hadn't finished his homework but was about to go to sleep, Jimmy's drowsiness and exhaustion were instantly dispelled by a strong sense of determination.

He propped himself up on the hospital bed, put on the hospital gown on the bedside table, and got out of bed.

Damn it, he almost forgot he hadn't asked Quirrell for compensation yet!

If we don't loot now, when we wake up tomorrow, even the traces of Quirrell's existence will have disappeared.

How can this be! Does hitting someone mean you don't have to pay compensation?

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Jimmy felt a loss of strength in his right ankle, probably because the potion was still repairing the broken bone.

These difficulties could not break his will to demand compensation from Quirrell, and he limped outside, skipping towards Quirrell's office.

Hogwarts Castle is exceptionally lively tonight...

After leaving the school infirmary, Harry and his friends passed by the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor and went in to take a look.

The wooden door at the end of the corridor was unlocked. They easily pushed it open and entered. Soothing piano music and the purring of a three-headed dog drifted out from the crack in the door, and the three of them immediately changed their expressions.

Harry pushed the door open in one breath and immediately saw an unplayed harp lying to one side. The three-headed dog, which should have been faithfully performing its duties, was now lying on the ground fast asleep, its three heads emitting a foul stench.

"Oh no, Snape's already in! We have to go in too!"

Harry was about to crawl inside when a terrified Draco grabbed his arm. "Wait! Didn't Jimmy say he was looking for Longbottom? I think it's better to do as Jimmy suggested and call Longbottom along!"

He always felt uneasy if he didn't do as Jimmy instructed.