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When leaving the treatment room, Minerva McGonagall's frown deepened.

As Lin Mo said, Goyle's two toes were fractured, and Chris and Pansy's arms were dislocated and reset. All three of them were fine. After Madam Pomfrey's simple treatment, they were all fine.

Recovery, only Crabbe had a little trouble, but after a few spells were recited and a small cup of viscous potion was drunk, the illness was cured.

Although there were still tears on their faces, they were mostly just fear and grievance (and the potion was too unpleasant to drink). Even Crabbe, who was the most seriously injured, did not need to lie in the ward for a while. After Madam Pomfrey's treatment was completed,

So he sent them away.

McGonagall asked Brace to take care of the four freshmen back to the Slytherin dormitory.

"Minerva, how did those four children end up like this? I rarely see such injuries at Hogwarts. It has nothing to do with the curse. And who helped reposition the arms of the two girls?

"?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"A student helped them reset their position first, otherwise the two children would have been in too much pain and couldn't move around." Mag said worriedly.

"Oh, no matter who it is, I must say that his method is too rough, although he is skillful," Madam Pomfrey was very dissatisfied: "It's a good thing you brought them to me for inspection, otherwise the two girls would definitely have to

It left sequelae, and the rough reset technique was like deliberately torturing them. I dare say the two girls must have cried during the reset."

"Oh, it's true." Mag looked a little distracted: "It was the student who injured the four children just now."

"This is too much, Minerva, which senior student is he? You must punish his behavior!"

"Just a freshman, a freshman in the same class as them."

"Just a new student? Oh my God!" Madam Pomfrey was shocked: "Did he injure those four children with his fists alone? I have never heard of such a thing!"

"It's my first time too." Mag didn't know what he thought of, but he shook his head solemnly and said no more.

"Excuse me, Poppy," she said, leaving the treatment room.

Madam Pomfrey's judgment on the injuries of several students was exactly the same as Lin Mo's. This did not make McGonagall feel any comfort, but made her even more worried. This showed that the child from the Muggle society knew what he was doing, and

Judging from the dull expressions on the injured Slytherin freshmen, it was obvious that they were feeling quite a burden on their hearts.

Lin Mo left a shadow on them.

This reminded McGonagall of bad things.

She hesitated for a while, then touched her pocket, and finally made the decision to go to the eighth floor and stopped in front of an extremely ugly and huge stone monster.

"Ice lemonade!" she said.

The stone monster suddenly came to life and jumped to the side. The wall behind it cracked in half. Behind the wall was a spiral staircase that was moving upwards slowly like an escalator. Mag worriedly walked up the escalator, spinning higher and higher.

Higher and higher, it finally stopped in front of a shining oak door, with a brass door knocker in the shape of a griffon embedded in the door.

This is Dumbledore's office.

She knocked lightly on the door, and it opened quietly.

Behind the door is a spacious and beautiful round room, full of all kinds of funny little sounds, all kinds of weird silverware spinning and spitting out small puffs of smoke. The decoration style seems both traditional and chaotic, as if it has been through the ages.

The principal would add some of his own modifications and influences to this office, so that it becomes the weird look it has today.

The high walls are covered with large and small photo frames, all of which are portraits of old male and female principals, snoring softly.

Dumbledore was sitting in front of a huge desk, tasting some kind of dessert, and seemed very happy: "Oh, Minerva, you're just in time, how about a piece of lemon ice cream? This is the best snack for Muggles.

I will never be shy about praising it.”

"No, Albus, but thank you," McGonagall said.

"A bad incident just happened among the freshmen. A freshman bullied several other freshmen. Severus and I happened to rush to the scene, but Severus' handling was too hasty. I feel it is necessary to let you know what happened.

and deal with it.”

"Please sit down and say, Minerva." Dumbledore crossed his hands on the table and looked at McGonagall politely. He tapped his fingers lightly, and a mahogany chair padded with down came running over from the wall.

.

"Thank you." Mag sat down and described the previous events with a worried expression.

In particular, she focused on describing the scene when she arrived. Lin Mo was holding a whip and wanted to beat Chris. Everyone else was swaying and crying due to their injuries, and the boy frankly admitted that he was the one who did it first.

"...However, Severus's entire punishment was to make him violate the Slytherin Code twice," she said.

"Oh...Minerva," Dumbledore smiled:

"You're too nervous. It sounds like it's just a minor conflict between ordinary students. We have taught so many students. If there is a year without anything like this happening, it would be really worth worrying about."

"I understand what you mean," Professor McGonagall hesitated.

"But over the years, few people can be as calm as a child like Lin Mo after hurting others." She looked very uneasy: "If you were at the scene, you would know that the child did not have any guilt or fear in his heart at that time.

, and even deliberately tortured the two girls when helping them reposition their arms. If Poppy hadn't pointed this out, I wouldn't have noticed."

"You can look at my memory and the behavior of that child. I think it will be difficult for me to forget this time." Mag grabbed her wand and put it against her forehead to extract the memory of that time.

"No need, Minerva," Dumbledore waved his hand: "I understand, you want to say that the child is a bit dangerous."

"Yes, Albus, especially when he is in an environment like Slytherin!"

"But Severus doesn't think so." Dumbledore said calmly: "Perhaps we should trust his judgment."

"With all due respect, Albus," McGonagall seemed a little angry:

"You know that I have never trusted Professor Snape as much as you do. Besides, judging from his performance as a student, I don't think he may still be unclear about the boundaries. I don't think he can do anything about student conflicts.

Give appropriate treatment.”

"Well... let me think about it... if you don't mind," Dumbledore picked up another piece of ice cream.

"Of course, it's up to you," Mag said.

"There are a lot of things worth learning about Muggles, right? For example, making simple ice cream," Dumbledore said with emotion after tasting two pieces of lemon ice cream: "Even if you use magic, you can't tell the difference in the taste of the two pieces of ice cream."

different."

"That's true, but that's not what we're talking about, Albus!"

"Sorry, I can't help it." The old man put away all the remaining ice cream pieces and straightened his expression: "Minerva, why are you paying so much attention to Lin Mo's kid? I think there should be others.

reason."

"Yes, the most important thing is... that child has very strong power." Mag replied.

She took out the piece of black gravel. There was half a complete flat surface on the gravel, with the strange word "chocolate" engraved on it, and a half circle of cracked depressions on the outside. "This is from his first Transfiguration class.

Works," she handed the seal rubble to Dumbledore for him to look at. There seemed to be a hint of surprise in the old man's eyes.

"I used a solidification spell to preserve his transformation effect. You know, I have taught for so many years and no student has ever been able to do this in the first class. I am afraid that there are not many new students in all the magic academies in the entire river system who can do this.

Do it like this!”

"I don't know what you are remembering," McGonagall said worriedly:

"But the only thing that reminds me of such a talent is the one you mentioned to me. The same cold and cruel, the same guilt-free, the same fearlessness, the only other name that reminds me of the child named Lin Mo

…”

"Tom Riddle." She said it after taking courage for a long time.

"Albus, that child reminds me of You-Know-Who, who you told me about when he first entered school."