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Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2023-01-10 15:10:16 +0000 UTCA middle-aged woman, dressed in a black robe and with a pointed hat on her head, "flew" into the toilet. Seeing the trio lying on the ground, she immediately rushed to them to check the condition, and after quickly examining them, the sorceress breathed a sigh of relief, and after directing her gaze full of anger at Grid, she was about to yell at the young man, but as soon as the woman saw his terribly pale face, she froze, and the words just stuck in her throat.
"Professor McGonagall, thank God you came, those three broke in here and attacked Snape!" Seeing the disgruntled face of the dean of the Gryffindor faculty, Myrtle quickly tried to explain everything.
"She's lying! I saw fucking Sniv… i.e. Mr. Snape attacked James and the others who just wanted to apologize for yesterday," exclaimed a rather unsightly looking young man who looked into the toilet, “So I immediately ran after you to stop this psycho!"
"He's lying!"
“I will decide for myself who is lying and who is telling the truth!” the woman sternly rapped out each word, raising her wand and touching each of her students with it.
"What's going on here, what's the flood?" - Smiling, none other than Horace Slughorn looked into the toilet, at that time he happened to be passing by and heading to the headmaster to give him a report with the results of the OWL, but, as soon as he saw Grid lying on the ground “with his last breath”, the papers fell from his hands, and he immediately ran to him, taking out his wand and pointing it at his student’s forehead.
"Professor McGonagall! What does it mean?!" Horace exclaimed, glaring at the startled figure of the woman with anger, "Of course, I understand your dislike for my House, but are you really ready to go to this length just because of this, instead of helping the student, and only then figuring out what the hell happened, you decided to watch his suffering?! Apparently, it seems that it was in vain that I recommended you for the position of dean, if you still follow these stupid prejudices! I will immediately report this to Dumbledore and demand that you should be removed from your post!" With the last words, while carrying Grid’s “unconscious” body in his arms, The head of Slytherin left the restroom and headed towards the medical wing.
At the same time, Minerva herself felt "uncomfortable", because no one had ever yelled at her in all these many years, and the fact that this was a person whom she deeply respected was even worse.
“Miss Myrtle, tell me what happened here,” the Head of Gryffindor asked her with a deep sigh, looking at the pale trio of marauders, whose complexion was not inferior in “whiteness” to Grid, with a deep sigh.
"Yes... When we were talking…..Snape..." A slightly frowning middle-aged woman with a cap on her head and a white apron over a red dress came out of the room.
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"Poppy, how is he?" Slughorn asked her anxiously.
"Don't worry, it's nothing serious; the boy overexerted himself by using a higher level spell and lost control of it."
" It's good, can I visit him?"
"It’s better not to. Let him sleep a little, by the evening he can already be discharged." She replied.
"Thanks, then I won't bother him." Thanking the school healer with a smile, Horace left the office, heading towards the women's restroom for the papers he dropped earlier.
Poppy Pomfrey herself watched the head of Slytherin with a slightly thoughtful look.
Overexertion... There was something strange about him... she thought with a slight frown, but still, the main thing for her was that Snape got better, because she is first and foremost a healer who loves her profession, and is glad to help people . And so the woman decided not to think about it anymore and, returning to her office, took out a book with a green cover and immersed herself in reading.
At the same time, Grid, who was on the bed, opened his eyes. "Idiots just had to interfere when I was so close to the truth... ”the young man thought with annoyance, twisting his lips in displeasure, "But it’s still quite interesting how they found me, I was sure that no one was following me ... maybe some kind of artifact ...? It may well be, ” he slightly nodded to his thoughts, “I doubt that these kids will just leave me behind, and, probably, this is for the best, I’ll have to pick up a “quieter” place next time, still I don’t want to again pretend to be sick, but that toilet... if Myrtle's words are true, which I have no doubt, then most likely there is an entrance to the lair of the Basilisk, and even that rounded pillar is just the perfect entrance for a snake, of course, if I'm not mistaken in my conclusions, but if it was still an entrance, then it’s rather sad ... somehow small, but ... probably, this is for the best, it will be much easier to deal with it, without attracting attention to myself."
Grid sighed deeply and closed his eyes, his lips slightly lifted up, “After the banquet at the end of the fifth year, it will be necessary to start preparing this body, it is too weak, and the magic power processed by the core was only enough for such weak attacks…” for a moment the magician’s face twisted again, and a slight cold passed down his back,
“Apparently, I will never forget old man Amon, a damn psycho obsessed with physical strength… but still I would not mind being with him to meet again…”
Old man Amon, or rather, Amon Ichiros, was an Archmage, but everyone basically called him a fool, because instead of enhancing his magic, he developed his body to an incredible level that even the greatest warriors were afraid to cross swords with him. But, although he was considered strange, even the Great Archmages did not dare to quarrel with him, for he was also their nemesis.
For Grid himself, Amon was a teacher who raised him, returned his limbs, and also taught him everything he knew.
Although he himself did not understand why he accepted him as a student, he was grateful to him and was very sorry that he could not see him for the last time before his death, yet only towards the end of his life did he realize that that grumpy old man had become someone for him something more than just a "teacher". “Perhaps he has already become a Grand Archmage… It’s a pity that we won’t be able to see each other again…” But, remembering what hellish training he once went through, the man in the body of a young man shuddered, “Maybe to the best…”
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[The office of headmaster, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards of his time.]
At the same time, in a round-shaped office with many windows and portraits of unknown personalities, in which, if Grid were in the room, he would easily recognize the past directors of the school of magic and magic.
Surrounded by tables with a variety of silver and gold utensils, as well as many books along the walls, stood three people.
One of them was an elderly man with long silver hair and a beard, on whose face one could easily see slight fatigue, but his blue eyes from under the glasses glowed with “life” and reflected the wisdom of the years lived.
His clothes were rather simple: a long frock coat, a purple robe, and the most ordinary buckled boots. Opposite him stood two head of the houses: one of them was Horace Slughorn, the other was Minerva McGonagall,
"I can't remove Minerva from the position of Head of Gryffindor. Yes, she made a mistake, but none of us are perfect, and I am sure that she will not make such mistakes again, am I right?"
“Headmaster, I…” pursing her lip, she nodded decisively, “… I agree with the decision of my colleague, I really acted biased towards Mr. Snape, who was not guilty and was only a victim, I was blind and could not understand the situation. Blindly trusting my students, I realised my mistake. First of all, as a dean, I must be an example for all our teachers and students, treat everyone equally, in the same situation I showed myself as incompetent …"
" Ahem, I think that's enough." Albus shook his head with a weary smile, who was glad that his colleague admitted her mistake, because it will be much easier to deal with this problem, and, looking at the head of Slytherin, he continued, "The post of head is a very big responsibility, and it’s simply impossible to choose a new one right away, I understand your anger, but I can’t do it, how about giving Minerva a second chance? I'm sure she won't make the same mistake again."
“I see,” Slughorn expected something like that, but who, if not him, knows how much Dumbledore loves his cubs, because he himself studied at the Gryffindor faculty and always treated him with warmth.
"Then I demand severe punishment for those four, and I will not accept the excuse “they are still children”, you yourself know that this is not their first PRANK and it’s hard to call their antics just “pranks”, or should I remind you how they drunk Miss Geordie an unknown potion, why did she stay in the medical wing for almost a month with a high fever? "Children" ... "pranks", enough of this, if you do not take action, I will quit tomorrow," With these words, the man went to the exit.
"Slughorn, wait, let's-" As soon as the door slammed shut, Dumbledore took another deep breath and sank sadly into his chair.
“Headmaster…”
“Nothing… maybe he's right."
“You’re just too kind…” Minerva tried to console him, yet how could she not know how hard it is for him at this time, not to mention the appearance of a huge number of dark magicians and attacks on Muggle-borns *, in which Albus felt guilty, also the problems of the school did not give the old man even a moment's rest.
The director just shook his head for a few seconds, closing his eyes. “I am removing fifty points from Gryffindor, and I am also suspending James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin from classes for three months from the beginning of the new school year, and after the execution of this punishment, they will work for the next three months in the evenings at Filch. Walburga (Head of the Black House) and Flimont (Head of the Potter House) I will talk to later."
"Yes…" Minerva replied.
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Muggle -born * (English muggle-born) is a wizard born in a Muggle family (people deprived of magical abilities from birth).
