NOVEL WEB 26.chapter 26
Meanwhile, the moving maze of glades.
Newt, who was sleeping on his small wooden bed, suddenly sat up and looked at the extremely high wall surrounding the clearing. He clearly heard the explosion in the center of the maze, and he was not sure whether he heard the voices of other children.
He rolled out of bed, and there were already two people standing beside the extinguished fire, Gary and Alby.
"Did you all hear that?" Newt asked as he walked over with a suspicious look on his face.
Both older boys nodded. Their expressions were very solemn. In the past, there would be rumbling sounds in the maze at night, which was the maze changing its structure. But tonight, the time for changing the structure has obviously passed. There were no other sounds before and after the explosion. .
The boys gathered one after another, with a look of fear on their faces: there were only seven of them. The maze had just been established, and Alby was the first to be sent into the glade. The boy has just lived here for eight months.
After the explosion, everything became quiet again. The boys were silent too, and finally Gary spoke up first.
"There's something else in the maze, maybe we should check there more often and maybe we can find a way out."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expressions became more frightened.
It's not like they haven't tried entering the maze. Two months ago, six boys had dared to go in together. They knew they should be back before sunset, but they were still delayed. They lost one of their companions. He was pulled back by the Griever a second before he ran back to the passage.
It was hard for everyone present to forget the boy's scream, and for two months, no one dared to go in again.
"We need to discuss it again. Go back to sleep now, we will talk tomorrow." Gary waved his hand, looked at the direction of the explosion, and walked back to the room where he slept.
Newt also lay back on his bed. He was the newest one, a "newbie", and he couldn't imagine spending the rest of his life in this clearing surrounded by mazes and monsters that kept changing at night. He had to escape.
There will be a way, there will be freedom
"Madam Pomfrey Madam Pomfrey"
The entire hospital wing was awakened by George's roar. Madam Pomfrey hurriedly ran out of the hospital wing: "Don't make any noise, Merlin, what's going on?"
George's face was bruised and bruised, and his clothes were in tatters. He looked like he had suffered a lot; but the child in his arms was obviously worse. Half of his face was stained red, and the rest of his skin was extremely pale. It looked completely lifeless.
Madam Pomfrey took Al and hurriedly carried Al into the covered inner room before she had time to ask what happened.
She used her wand to tap several places on Al's body, and the tip of the wand emitted an extremely weak light, which was extinguished instantly like an old man's lingering breath.
"His magic is completely drained. I remember this kid has a twin brother."
Madam Pomfrey suddenly looked at George. She scanned him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, and found that there seemed to be no serious injuries: "Go and call him quickly, the sooner the better, bring his wand."
She took out a few bottles of magic potion from the cabinet nearby, checked the labels, and then slightly raised Al's head to feed him. Al could barely make the movement of swallowing, and most of the potion spilled out and stuck to the sheets.
George had disappeared. He was very familiar with the road to the Slytherin cellar. He ran there in less than five minutes and was shouted at by several prefects along the way, "No running in the corridor." They banged on the door of the Slytherin cellar: "Malford Larco Malfoy"
Soon the door was opened, revealing a girl's face. When she saw George, she showed an expression of disgust. It was Pansy: "Weasley, what do you want to do?"
George didn't want to waste time explaining to the other Slytherins, so he just yelled at the door: "Draco Malfoy"
"Hey, you're very rude." Pansy began to regret opening the door to this Weasley. She wanted to close the door, but she was too weak and couldn't hold back George. She yelled angrily, "Someone come and help open this red door." Chase out the weasel"
Fortunately, Draco walked out of his dormitory before George was thrown out by the senior Slytherins. He didn't see Al after the Quidditch match, nor was he with Harry. He also knew that it was this Weasley who was behind it, and Al always hung out with him.
Draco separated the few Slytherins in front of him. Some of them had expressions of disgust on their faces, but they didn't dare not give Draco face. After blocking Pansy's hand, Draco came out of the cellar. As soon as he closed the door behind his back, the word "What happened" was still stuck in his throat when he was grabbed by George and ran towards the hospital wing.
"What the hell are you going to do?" Draco was shocked and angry. This Weasley ran so fast that he was almost pulled into the air by him.
"It's Al, he needs you." George didn't even look back, just threw back one sentence.
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Ke's angry expression immediately changed: "What happened to Al? Something happened to him?"
"We have to go to the hospital wing. I'll explain it to you later." George didn't care much. He just pulled Draco and ran to the hospital wing, bathing in the surprised eyes of all the other little wizards. Weasley Holding hands with Malfoy
Al's complexion improved a bit after being given a few bottles of magic potion, but he still looked frighteningly pale. When they were in the secret passage, George almost thought Al was dead: his heartbeat became very weak and his breathing was inaudible. Fortunately, he was still alive. George's first reaction was to go back to Hogwarts to find Madam Pomfrey.
He was almost running with his life holding Al in his arms. The last section of the secret passage that could only be climbed wasted a lot of time. When George finally dragged Al out, both of them were covered in mud; regardless of the exclamations of the little wizards along the way, he only spent a short time Within a few dozen seconds, he rushed into the medical wing.
"Mr. Malfoy, your brother's magic power is exhausted. There is no trace of magic power in his body. If you don't deal with it quickly, he may become a squib. If you are willing, I will transfer part of your magic power to him."
"The magic is exhausted!" Draco almost screamed and thrust his hand into Madam Pomfrey's: "Stop talking nonsense and give it to him quickly."
Madam Pomfrey glanced at him in surprise: "It requires at least half of your magic power or even more. Your body will be very weak for a long time."
Draco interrupted her unreasonably, but no one could blame him now. Madam Pomfrey said no more: "Your wand."
"It might hurt a little." Madam Pomfrey used Al's wand to scratch Draco's palm, and a wound suddenly opened in his palm, but the blood "surrounded" Draco's wound and did not slip away; Draco grinned in pain, but resisted not taking his hand back.
Madam Pomfrey used Draco's wand to cut open Al's palm. Although Al had no external injuries and should not have lost any blood, almost no blood came out of his wound. Under Madam Pomfrey's command, Draco held his brother's little hand tightly, and the two wounds were pressed together. Madam Pomfrey took out her wand and muttered an unknown ancient spell; a faint silver light emitted from the intertwined hands of the two children, mixed with the red color of blood; this scene was charming and strange, George was almost stunned.
This process lasted for some time. Draco's skin was originally very white, and now it was so white that it was almost transparent. On the contrary, Al's face had recovered a little from the deathly pale color and was slightly rosy, and his chest was rising and falling a little more. Whatever the magic was, it worked.
After an unknown amount of time, Madam Pomfrey finally stopped chanting the spell, and she looked extremely tired. Almost as soon as her wand was withdrawn and the silver light disappeared, Draco's legs gave out and he almost fell to the ground but was held up by George.
"Take him to bed." Madam Pomfrey directed, taking a bottle of potion and handing it to Draco. Draco didn't have the strength to speak, so he drank the potion obediently, and waited until Madam Pomfrey managed to heal the wounds on both of their palms before he had the strength to ask, "Is Al okay?"
"Yes, child." Madam Pomfrey looked at Draco with very soft eyes. She reached out and touched Draco's forehead. "He will be fine. You did a good job. Now take a nap and wait." When you wake up, he will wake up too."
George also breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as Madam Pomfrey finished speaking, Draco closed his eyes. Madam Pomfrey checked Al's body again, and then finally turned to George, with a very stern voice: "Go and lie down on that bed, you are not completely safe."
"I'm fine, it's just that" George wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Madam Pomfrey: "Go and lie down."
George had to lie down on the bed on Al's other side. He suffered a lot of trauma and was covered in dust. Madam Pomfrey cleaned him up, tended any bleeding wounds, and handed him a potion.
After drinking the potion, George felt much better. He finally felt like he no longer looked like a piece of shit that had been crushed by a wisp.
"Now, tell me, what happened?" Madam Pomfrey's stern eyes seemed to see through George, "I usually don't ask what good things you naughty children have done, but little Mr. Malfoy, he obviously It took some dark magic to make it what it is now."
"Dark Magic" George also guessed that the magic used by Al must not be within the scope of their study, and couldn't help but nervously stood up, "Will you tell Professor Dumbledore? Will he be expelled?"
Madam Pomfrey's eyes swept over George.
"I guess you won't tell me where you have gone." Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "It is reasonable for the Malfoy child to know how to do dark magic, but he is still so young and does not allow wizards to It's not unreasonable to use dark magic. Look at him like this. I won't tell Dumbledore, boy. I certainly don't want to see him expelled, but if he comes to my hospital wing for the same reason again, I will definitely Of course, if he uses it again, he may not be able to come to me at all, and he will die."
After a pause, she added: "There is another Mr. Malfoy, and we can't save him."
So George drew two conclusions from Madam Pomfrey's words: If Al uses this curse again, he will be expelled.
Or, will die.