"Ron? What are you still doing!" Hermione kicked Ron immediately. "Hurry up and deal with the current situation!"
"Leave two prefects to maintain order!" Hermione raised her wand.
She played the role of maintaining order.
"Professor Trelawney, I don't want to comfort you as a teacher as a student, but if you continue to shout, it may cause chaos."
Hermione quickly walked to Trelawney's side to remind her.
Trelawney looked innocently at Hermione with her pitiful eyes, her screams turned into sobs, and she took out her handkerchief to wipe away her tears.
All the students around looked at the divination professor in horror. , her apocalyptic appearance, as if Voldemort suddenly appeared in the auditorium. Same
"Several other prefects came with us to send Professor McGonagall to the infirmary." Hermione said loudly.
The following senior prefects and normal teachers finally came to their senses, and hurriedly sent Mag to the infirmary.
The chaos for a while left them at a loss.
It wouldn't be the case if Dumbledore was still around.
Many students suddenly miss their former principal.
"Potter." Slughorn put down his teacup and grabbed Harry.
"Take me to Minerva's office," he said.
"Yes, yes, sir."
Harry exchanged glances with the Potions professor, then nodded, leading Slughorn and several others out of the auditorium, and then separated.
Because McGonagall's office is not on their way.
After a few minutes, Professor McGonagall was rushed to the infirmary with several students, and put them on an empty bed.
"What happened to her?" Fleur raised her wand and probed.
A white halo traveled back and forth on Professor McGonagall's face. This is a rough test of the magic of curses and poisons.
If there is a black mist, it will prove the presence of poison and curse.
Professor McGonagall is now lying flat on the bed with a peaceful face, as if he is asleep.
"Professor McGonagall fainted while speaking without warning," said Hermione.
"Is that so?" Fu Rong frowned, thinking, feeling uncomfortable.
She had been in contact with this old lady for a while during the holidays.
He has considerable respect and affection for this seemingly serious, but actually kind old lady.
When I was free before, I often asked myself if I could adapt to life at Hogwarts, and I cared about myself.
"I don't know, at least according to my judgment, she just fell asleep normally." Furong's fair face showed an extremely helpless expression
"As far as the magic is showing now, she hasn't detected any curses or signs of poisoning." She said seriously.
"Of course you can't check it out." Before the Slugher arrived, the voice came into the ward first
Then his rolling stomach first pushed through the door, and then the whole person squeezed in. The big movement seemed to burst the opening of the vest.
There was still a glass in his left hand, and he looked back and forth with his eyes, shaking his head from time to time.
He took a deep breath towards the potted plant, showing an expression of intoxication, but immediately showed a look of regret and admiration.
There is also a house-elf in the right hand.
Harry then walked in with a look of hate on his face.
"We've had bad luck."
"Severus Snape is a traitor." He shrugged, his stomach shaking unconsciously.
"If I'm not mistaken," he added.
"Minerva's life is not in danger at this time."
"Life-threatening?"
"I said the wrong thing, and there will never be any in the future."
Slughorn smiled awkwardly.
He put on his gloves, and then raised the teacup that was still warm in his hand.
and said to the crowd:
"Snape is a well-deserved master of potions."
"The "poison" in Professor Minerva should be his improved variant of the water of life and death"
He raised the still warm teacup and smelled it.
"Purple Chlorophytum, red inkstone powder, orchid licorice..."
"Purple Chlorophytum can neutralize the strong medicinal properties, but it prolongs the effect instead. The use of the red graphite dust is unknown. I didn't expect it to be used to balance the medicinal properties..."
These students stared blankly at what the man said.
They have never heard of these medicinal materials.
"Genius idea!" Slughorn waved his fist with a youthful look, and the chandelier above his head illuminated his bald head brightly.
"Sorry, the devil's idea." He bowed his head slightly. "Occupational diseases are always committed."
"And this plant." He said to the student in front of him.
The original green leaves have now turned red, and the bright red flowers at the tips bloom so coquettishly and swayingly.
Even if the whole plant is submerged in water, the intoxicating aroma can still be smelled
"On the lampshade of Minerva's office chandelier, there is only an extremely thin layer of wood film left, with fine lines like spider webs. It is a rare wood. I have seen it before, and it will speed up the circulation of blood."
A group of people were in a fog.
"So sir, what's going on?" Ron couldn't help asking.
As the prefect of Gryffindor, he is still a little short-tempered.
"To put it simply, Snape used a subtle method to secretly poison him through various channels, delaying the time for the poison to take effect, making us miss the best time for treatment, and also allowing him to escape."
"The spirit grass he gave to Minerva was used as an inducement."
"He didn't poison me because he was afraid that I would find out. Although I am not as powerful as him, I am still an expert in this field."
"And this elf."
"Quick recovery!"
"Idiot, idiot, how dare you treat your king like this." The house elf cursed obscenely, looking very arrogant. "
"Imperius?" Slughorn tapped the house-elf on the head.
The house elf's eyes were confused for a moment, and then burst into tears.
"I'm a bad guy. I insulted the house-elf's identity and hurt the master. I should be fired."
According to the values of the elves, being fired is a shame more painful than death.
"Supposedly it poisoned some of the teachers' tea as well," said Slughorn.
"It's not its fault." Hermione said distressedly, she pulled out her wand all of a sudden, cast a stun spell, and knocked out the elf who only wanted to grab the ground with its head, otherwise it would continue
Although she is not a prefect, but she also followed
Dumbledore said countless times that Snape was one of the people he trusted the most, but he never expected to do such a thing.
"Can this poison be cured?" she asked.
"It's hard."
"This is an improved "poison". In terms of its nature, it cannot be speculated using the principles of ordinary poisons."
"Snape's settings are very sophisticated. After sacrificing the time and property of the drug's effect, in exchange for a higher anti-detoxification ability."
"I can only try my best." Slughorn sighed helplessly.
"What about Professor Flitwick?"
"So is he."
He could only use a few brief spells now, and he caught the gaps in the laughter and released them.
That hoarse laughter was horrible.
It is better to block it than to be sparse. If it is suppressed forcibly, it is suspected that the throat will explode.
"The problem is serious now," said Slughorn suddenly.
"Will their condition get worse?" Hermione asked urgently,
"That's not the case. I have quickly prepared two relief potions just now."
"But if you want to be cured, you have to..." The Potions professor looked embarrassed and didn't say any more.
"Thank you for your help." Hermione bit her lip and could only bow slightly, then quickly raised her head and continued to ask.
"Then what is the serious problem you just said?" For a moment, it seemed that she was the prefect.
"You lost three teachers at once." Slughorn said helplessly.