Chapter 33 Adventure
The delicate scent of daffodils wafted into Draco's nose, and he opened his eyes in confusion. The not-so-stimulating light of the infirmary revealed a white glow in front of his eyes. He blinked, and his vision finally became clear, and he was embraced by a familiar embrace.
"Mom, Mom?" Draco hadn't recovered for a moment. He subconsciously hugged his mother, whose back was slightly heaving. Then he couldn't stop crying. "Mom, Mom! I thought I would never see you again!"
"Draco, my poor little boy, you have been sleeping for three days." Narcissa hugged her thin boy tightly, tears constantly washing under her dark eyes. She choked and kept stroking Draco's neck.
"I'm so sorry to bother you, Mrs. Malfoy, but your son still needs some more tests, and being so emotional is not good for the patient."
Madam Pomfrey, who came hurriedly, spoke anxiously. Narcissa wiped her tears on her back, and gently wiped the water stains on Draco's face, and settled him down.
When she sat up, only her eyes were still red, and her face had returned to its usual arrogance. She glanced at Madam Pomfrey and spoke in a cold voice.
"It is because of your incompetent management at Hogwarts that my child has to endure this suffering." If she had not been reluctant to let her son suffer the pain of being jolted again when he was injured, she would have sent him to St. Mungo's long ago.
Madam Pomfrey ignored her and went straight forward to check on Draco's physical condition. She unwrapped some bandages on his hands and examined the light scabs that had turned a tender pink.
"Mrs. Malfoy, he still needs another change of medicine. I think you should probably do it yourself?"
In response to Pomfrey's question, Narcissa nodded dignifiedly. After watching the doctor in a white turban leave, she gently stroked Draco's cheek again, took one of his hands and pressed it against her own face, feeling his body temperature just like she had countless times in the past three days.
"Mom, that night was so scary," Draco's tears had completely stopped. He rubbed his mother's soft and warm hand like a spoiled child. "I saw a lot of snakes after I fell down. Was I bitten, Mom?"
"No, no, Draco," Narcissa stroked Draco's delicate cheek with hazy eyes, and her noble lady demeanor was gone. "You were not bitten by those things, Draco, and you did not experience those pains, my poor child."
"But, there are so many snakes there, how could it be..." Draco frowned in confusion. In his peripheral vision, through the white daffodils swaying in the vase, Della's bloodless profile with instruments came into his sight, and Maggie also collapsed beside her pillow.
Draco sat up suddenly. He pointed at Della and asked stutteringly, "She...what's wrong with her, Mom, is she...is she..."
"You can't sit up like this now," Narcissa hurriedly pushed Draco back down distressedly, "That girl, she is still alive, but her condition is not very good. It was her snake that protected you among the snakes. Go thank her when she wakes up."
"Okay Draco, lie down obediently. You shouldn't worry about others. You need to rest well and wait for your mother to apply medicine for you." Narcissa half-forcefully pressed down Draco who still wanted to speak, letting him sink into the soft pillow.
"Your father will come to see you soon. This time it is really infuriating. He has joined the school board to complain to the Ministry of Magic about Dumbledore. He will be punished."
Draco was lying there, listening to his mother's words absentmindedly, with only his own white pillowcase pressing against his face. Even so, he couldn't help but glance sideways at the girl whose life or death was unknown.
Malfoy had woken up, but Della's condition had not improved. In the Gryffindor common room where the lights were turned off at night, the trio sighed and groaned, with Neville, who was under the spell of immobilization, lying beside them.
"Are we really going to do this?" Ron said nervously, holding his wand.
"Dumbledore has been called to the Ministry of Magic. The Philosopher's Stone and Harry are no longer safe. We must go." Hermione raised her brown hair and said firmly.
"And Della, she must have been coerced by Quirrell. Just like Hermione said, if Snape is also one of the professors guarding the Philosopher's Stone, then the one with the problem must be Quirrell. He will not let Dumbledore go when he is not in school." Harry pursed his lips and looked at his friends around him.
Several people exchanged glances to show that they were ready, and they encouraged each other as they walked out of the archway of the Gryffindor Common Room. As soon as the portrait behind them closed, the familiar blue-gray pattern appeared before their eyes.
This always elegant little snake was holding its head high and swaying gently towards them, looking at them with its dark yellow eyes and continuously spitting out its bright red tongue and making a hissing sound.
"Do you want to join us, Maggie?" Harry squatted down and asked the little snake. The little snake nodded and wrapped itself around Harry's body. Harry was a little confused. He felt that Maggie's dark yellow eyes were surprisingly bright, but he quickly suppressed the sudden surge of emotions, turned around and nodded to his companion, stood up and continued forward.
As expected, when they reached the third floor, the three-headed dog had fallen asleep to the sound of melodious music. After a thrilling moment, the three of them got onto the platform.
They got through the tangled devil vines, the flying keys and the thrilling wizard chess. After the word "Checkmate" was said, the only ones who could move forward were Harry and Maggie, who had always had little presence on his shoulder.
The little snake was sticking out its tongue, which was unusual for it. When a faint light appeared at the entrance in front of it, Maggie slid down from Harry very flexibly and quickly disappeared into the dim wall.
Harry paused as he was about to wave his hand. He swallowed and continued down the stairs. When he finally reached the arch-shaped entrance, Quirrell's purple turban and the luxurious Mirror of Erised came into view.
"Look, our savior is finally here," the always timid young man turned around with a strange stiffness on his face. He squeezed his facial features stiffly to reveal a mocking expression, "Dumbledore's tricks are really interesting, but now that you are here, I have a way."
"You...why are you doing this?" Harry was not surprised that Quirrell appeared here, but he was still a little scared of his current situation. He took a step back slightly and spoke calmly.
"Me? I... No, no, I don't want this, Master, please don't punish me like this!" Quirrell's face suddenly twisted, his pupils suddenly turned white and tears of blood flowed out, his whole body trembled and then suddenly stopped, he twisted his neck twice, and his facial features immediately calmed down, "Enough! It is an honor to sacrifice your body for the great Dark Lord!"
"Ah~ It seems that our little Harry is frightened." Looking at Harry sitting on the ground, Quirrell sneered. He reached out and removed the tightly wrapped purple turban piece by piece, revealing the clearly visible face on the back of the head. He turned his back to show the back of the head to Harry, and looked at the boy's frightened face through the mirror. "Do you know what this is, Harry?"
"This is a shameful proof that I am a parasite!" Without waiting for Harry to speak, he roared to himself.
"However, my bloodline has accumulated a little power for me, allowing me to control this servant's body with the help of unicorn blood." He turned around again, and scanned Harry with his abnormally dark pupils. The face with a clear outline on the back of his head seemed to be staring at Harry through the mirror. Quirrell looked at the wand in his hand with disdain, "A servant's body whose power is frozen here and is not very powerful."
"Are you, Voldemort?" Harry reacted with his green eyes staring at him. He swallowed and turned around to look back, and his legs sitting on the ground moved backwards subconsciously.
"Yes, yes, it's a pity that this body is not the one that inherited my blood, otherwise I would definitely treat you well, Harry." Using Quirrell's body, Voldemort raised his wand towards Harry with a grim smile, "But it's enough to deal with you now."
With a slight turn of the wand, Harry screamed and flew in front of Voldemort. He was unable to move, and could only allow Voldemort to swing him to stand in front of the magic mirror.
Almost as soon as he felt a drop in his pocket, Voldemort reached out and pulled out the glowing red gem. Harry could only watch him grinning smugly, but he could only grit his teeth and do nothing.
A blue-gray light flashed before Harry's eyes at this moment, and a scream of pain followed closely in his ears. The feeling of restraint on his body disappeared almost at the same time, and he reacted quickly and ran away from Voldemort.
“You bastard, give me the Philosopher's Stone now!” Without caring about his weak wrist that was bitten, Voldemort walked quickly towards Maggie with a distorted face who was holding the Philosopher's Stone in her mouth.
Wagging his tail, Maggie's dark yellow eyes showed no emotion. He did not move, but just bit the Philosopher's Stone and looked at the young man who had raised his wand. The tip of the wand was already glowing.
It was at this moment that Harry knocked Voldemort down like a cannonball, causing the spell that was ready to be fired to turn into disordered fireworks that shot into the sky, knocking down many stones.
"Haihasha-ya (Run with the Philosopher's Stone)!" Harry said subconsciously.
"How could you!?"
Amid the smoke and noise, the voices of Harry and Voldemort rang out at the same time. Maggie still did not move, her dark yellow eyes glowing coldly. At this time, a large group of long black shadows drilled into the dust and mixed in with the two people who were wrestling.
All the snakes coiled around the young man with a clear goal in mind. They quickly, fiercely and accurately strangled his neck, making it impossible for him to make the sound that could drive them. Then came his hands and feet. They did not use their fangs, but kept tightening their bodies around his body.
A colorful little snake coiled around Quirrell's wrist. It silently extended its sharp fangs and bit down on the spot left by Maggie's teeth, injecting venom.
When the smoke gradually dissipated, Harry came to his senses. He looked at Quirrell, who was completely wrapped by the snake and no longer struggling, and turned to look at Maggie in surprise, who had wrapped the Philosopher's Stone with her tail. Before he could utter a question, he heard Maggie's low hissing sound.
"Masa-sa (be careful)."
Harry only heard this sentence, and a chill spread throughout his body, and then his vision suddenly went dark.