Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 113 Psychological and Verbal Clashes at the Bedside!

Led by Dumbledore, the Hogwarts faculty and staff entered the ward together.

Fortunately, the Hogwarts hospital wards are spacious multi-person wards that can accommodate dozens of patients; otherwise, with so many people flooding in at once, the space would have to be expanded using the Unseen Stretch Charm.

"Professor Ecclesia, how are you feeling now?"

The group gathered around Ecclesia's bedside, and Dumbledore, standing in the middle, was the first to speak.

Being surrounded by so many people, especially when she had something to hide, made Eckeris nervous. Luckily, she was currently pale and sickly, otherwise her pale face would have been hard to hide.

"I...I feel much better. Thank you for your concern, Principal and everyone. Mrs. Pomfrey has treated me very well."

Eckeris's mental fortitude was indeed superior to that of ordinary people. When she first began to answer, she was slightly stuttering and slow, but she gradually found her rhythm and spoke more and more fluently.

"Professor Eckeris, I'm not as amazing as you think."

You were severely injured and afflicted with a troublesome curse. If it weren't for Headmaster Dumbledore and the heads of the four houses working together to prepare medicine and break the curse, you would have been in grave danger! You certainly wouldn't have woken up so quickly! The people you should truly thank are them!

Lady Pomfrey, who had come with the group, quickly spoke up to explain when she heard Eckeris attribute all the credit for the treatment to her.

When Eckeris heard this, her heart skipped a beat and she jumped into her throat.

It seems she can't hide what she did last night anymore.

With so many top figures in the magical world examining and treating her, it was impossible for them not to see that her injuries and the curse originated from the unicorn's beam attack.

"Thank you so much, professors! Thank you for treating me."

Eccles timidly offered her thanks, her sickly beauty making her appear utterly pitiful.

She knew that it was one thing to keep things a secret, but it was another to tell them. As long as things weren't exposed, she wouldn't gossip and cause herself trouble.

But then again, if no one pointed out such an obvious flaw, Eckeris had reason to suspect that her deeper secrets might have been exposed as well.

Fortunately, Dumbledore interrupted her reverie the next second.

Dumbledore then said, "Professor Ecclesiastes, the person you should thank most is our hunting grounds keeper, Mr. Rubeus Hagrid."

"If it weren't for his dedication to his duty, patrolling even at night, and stopping the herd of unicorns in the Forbidden Forest to save you, you would probably be meeting Merlin long ago."

Dumbledore's words made Ecclesia even more nervous. She was frantically thinking, trying to come up with a reason that everyone could accept.

The other professors and castle staff who were unaware of the situation were shocked by Dumbledore's words.

They glanced at the tall, imposing figure standing behind them, then at Eckeris lying on the hospital bed, whispering and gossiping amongst themselves.

They simply couldn't understand why Eclairs would go to the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night and fight a herd of unicorns. What was she thinking? Even if she wanted to commit suicide, she wouldn't do it like that!

"So, Professor Ecclesia, aren't you going to give us an explanation?"

Why did you go to the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night? Why did you clash with the gentle unicorn herd? And why did you cast the Killing Curse and severely injure one of the unicorns? Or is there more to this story, and the Killing Curse wasn't cast by you?

Amid the murmurs of the crowd, Dumbledore spoke solemnly, his aged eyes scrutinizing Ecclesia, awaiting her response.

"I...actually, the matter..."

"I know what happened!"

Eckeris had come up with a few flimsy reasons and was torn between them, unsure which one to use. Unexpectedly, Assistant Professor Dali confidently interrupted her.

Everyone's attention quickly shifted to Dali.

I'd like to hear what insightful things Dali has to say.

Dudley, unfazed, smiled confidently and said something surprising: "Professor Eckeris definitely wants to capture a unicorn to teach her students!"

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class the day before yesterday, Professor Ecclesiastes used a red hat to demonstrate for us. I guess the older students are about to learn about unicorns!

After Dudley finished speaking, he gave Eckeris a playful and teasing look without any attempt to hide it.

Ecclesia immediately realized that Dudley wasn't trying to exonerate her, but rather, like Dumbledore, he had become suspicious of her and was deliberately using this flimsy excuse to trick her, attack her psychological defenses, throw her into a panic, and expose her weaknesses.

She was about to retort when someone beat her to it.

“Dexter, it seems your meager knowledge base is simply not commensurate with the honors you have received.”

Severus Snape finally seized his chance and sprayed Dudley with 'venom,' having long disliked the son of his old friend who ignored or even opposed him.

What kind of attitude is this? How dare they block his view of Harry? And they even encouraged Harry to ignore his outstretched handshake?

The people I'm sorry to are Lily and Harry Potter, not you, Dudley Dursley!

Snape roared inwardly, but his mouth didn't stop either. He continued in a mocking tone, "Unicorns are not dark creatures, so they will never appear in the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, and there is no specific defensive magic against them."

How to get along with unicorns is something taught in the course on protecting magical creatures!

I would like to ask Assistant Professor Dursley to use your muscle-bound brain to think things through before you speak, instead of telling stupid, inappropriate jokes!

Dudley's face turned cold at a visible speed. He looked at the old bat Snape with a sharp and cold gaze, and his grip on his cane tightened involuntarily. He wanted to lift the cane and use his greasy bat head to hit a golf bowling ball.

But he couldn't ignore the almost pleading look that Old Deng gave him.

After weighing the options, he could only temporarily respond with words.

Dudley said sarcastically, "Professor Snape, it seems you know a lot about the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook! Did you toss and turn every night after your application for this professorship was rejected, reading it over and over again?"

I think I know why Headmaster Dumbledore rejected you…

At this point, Dali's tone suddenly turned cold: "Because your brain, which hasn't been washed for decades, is so greasy and smelly that it's so stupid that it can't tell what sarcasm is, what verbal attacks are, or what it means to use the art of language to raise reasonable questions!"

"You rude brat..."

Snape was furious at Dudley's outburst, his face turning red and then pale. His defenses were breached, and he was about to open his mouth again to spray more venom.

But then, a dramatic scene unfolded that no one could have predicted.