Change the world from Hogwarts

Suddenly, the black magic class that had not yet started was filled with commotion.

The Hufflepuff children were in disbelief, as were some of the Gryffindor students.

"What exactly is going on?"

Hannah asked in a low voice.

"I have no idea."

Ernie shook his head.

"It's just that Connor's condition was not good in the morning. There seemed to be a wound on his hand, as if he was bitten by something. He was also very burned and his head was very hot...but it should be fine."

On the other side, Justin also added:

"Senior Cedric took him to the school hospital. He should now be under the proper care of Madam Pomfrey."

For the students, the hospital hospital at Hogwarts is synonymous with safety and care, and they are relieved.

The original commotion that was about to break out just disappeared.

"Anyway, it's really a pity."

Quirrell said helplessly.

At this time, he was speaking slowly. Although he did not stutter, he spoke slowly.

"I'm actually looking forward to meeting this outstanding student in class... But we still have to go to class. Students, please go back to your seats and open your books..."

Quirrell's words made the little wizards a little disappointed.

Although the little badgers didn't have any objections - after all, it was the first class and they had to take their time, the bold little lions had already started asking questions:

"Don't you have to learn some spells today?"

"We must learn about some dangerous creatures..."

Although Quirrell tried to look as kind as possible, his stammering tone still made people suspicious.

And it turns out that the children's concerns were right.

In terms of teaching quality, Quirrell is really not good.

Although Professor McGonagall is strict, he can clearly explain the key points of knowledge.

Professor Flitwick is lively and interesting in class, and he also arouses students' interest.

Snape may not have a good reputation, but the students actually learned the formula and the uses of some ingredients.

After experiencing the baptism of the above-mentioned teachers, the hearts of both the little badgers and the little lions can only be described as despair.

"Harry, how long will Defense Against the Dark Arts last?"

Really unbearable, Ron couldn't help but ask.

"Half an hour...I remember."

Harry spoke.

They just looked at each other, and Ron couldn't help but pet his obedient mouse.

Ron looked a little hesitant. After seeing that all the classmates on the left and right were drowsy, he couldn't help but move closer to his good friend.

"Speaking of which, have you heard what MacMillan from Hufflepuff said before?"

He lowered his voice as much as possible, as if trying to hide some secret.

"He said that Connor had injuries on his hands. Connor was indeed bitten by something yesterday..."

"I hear you, but Connor should have only been bitten by your rat yesterday."

"But how could Scabbers bite someone and get sick... Professor Quirrell also said that he has no disease."

Although Ron wanted to deny it, looking at Professor Quirrell who seemed to be struggling in class, he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

And Harry's questions shattered the thoughts in his mind:

"Then do you believe this?"

Ron's face just turned green and red for a while, and after a while, he sighed.

"Let's go to the campus hospital later to have a look..."

"But the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is followed by the Herbology class, and we have to have another class with Hufflepuff before the morning classes are over."

"How long is the herbal medicine class?"

"half an hour."

This Defense Against the Dark Arts class was destined to be boring and boring. Just 15 minutes passed. Quirrell was still stumbling over the textbook while most students were just looking forward to the end of get out of class.

But these have nothing to do with Connor who is already lying in the school hospital.

At this moment, Connor just closed his eyes and let Madam Pomfrey handle his hands.

"Wash the wound with detergent and sprinkle a little white essence on it. My child, your wound looks like it was bitten by an animal that carries a lot of germs... Tsk, it's still a mouse. When is Hogwarts?

Is there such an unclean thing?"

Madam Pomfrey was chattering and seemed a bit stern, but she cared about every student from the bottom of her heart.

"But fortunately, it's okay. It came early. It's just a fever caused by a lot of germs. Just drink this bottle of medicine and you'll be fine after a sleep."

After gently covering Connor with the quilt, Madam Pomfrey took the empty medicine bottle and left in a hurry.

Soon Connor's originally tired and cloudy eyes became clear. After taking a deep breath, he touched his hot forehead and looked at his wounds that had begun to heal.

"This trick is really useful..."

The wound was real, and the rapid rise in body temperature was real, but Connor had played a trick after all.

Not only is there no relationship between the two, it will not have any impact on him.

After taking a long breath, he changed to a more comfortable position and lay down.

"Meow~"

Under the bed, Phil suddenly emerged.

Madam Pomfrey was here before, so she couldn't run out, otherwise she would definitely be kicked out.

But now, she proudly jumped onto Connor's pillow and curled up like an elegant princess.

That ball of fur looks like a neatly arranged scarf. No one will doubt her existence.

"call……"

Connor buried his face directly on Phil's soft and furry body, and took a deep breath.

And when he was completely satisfied, he sighed.

"The next step is to wait, Phil. I feel that this period of time is quite difficult."

There was no one to talk to him, and even his mother, who had always been with him, could not appear in this ancient college anytime and anywhere.

If you want to maintain a relatively clear consciousness, it will be really difficult.

But it doesn't matter, Connor can still choose to lie down and sleep in the school hospital.

Anyway, for him, this morning's class was definitely in vain.

Although I may feel sorry for the teachers, there is nothing I can do about it.

"Let's go back to sleep again."

With some apology to Professor Sprout, Connor closed his eyes again.

About an hour passed like this. When Connor woke up from his not deep sleep, he saw Madam Pomfrey's face again.

But unlike before, she was obviously a little impatient now.

"Child, how do you feel now?"

"I...I'm still a little dizzy."

Connor's answer made Madam Pomfrey even more anxious.

"This shouldn't be...if it was just a bacterial infection, it should be gone by now."

She reached out to touch Connor's forehead, and the high temperature made her frown.

"Did you feel any other discomfort?"

"I……"

"child?"

"I felt like I had a dream and saw many things."

Squinting his eyes, Connor just put on a sleepy attitude.

"I...I dreamed that many wizards were fighting in Hogwarts, and the school...the school was gone."

Immediately afterwards, a sudden change occurred, and the surrounding baffles were suddenly torn apart by a strange flow of air.

"Magic riot?!"