Chapter 269: Quarrel in the Ear

"Shocking... shocking... it's a miracle that none of them died... never heard of such a thing... really. Fortunately you were there, Snape..."

"Thank you, Minister."

"Merlin, second class, no problem. First class, if I can get it!"

"Thank you very much, Minister."

"Your wound is really bad... Black did it, didn't he?"

"Sorry, Minister, I think Al, Potter, Weasley and Granger..."

"Oh, this is really too bad."

"But I think Black must have used magic to control these children. I saw it at a glance... Although it is not the Imperius Curse, it is obviously also a kind of The Bewitching Spell. They seemed to think that Black might be innocent. They couldn't be held responsible for their actions. On the other hand, their intervention might have allowed Black to escape... They obviously thought they would catch Black single-handedly. Before this, they did a lot of things that no one cared about... I'm afraid this made them think too highly of themselves... Of course, the Headmaster always gave Potter special privileges, and there were Al's grandparents, who were in the same position as me..."

"Well, Snape, now is not the time to talk about this. I think there are still many blind spots in this matter, about Harry Potter and his friends..."

"In fact... Minister, I have some personal opinions on this... Is it really good for Dumbledore to give them so many special treatments? Think about what these children have done. They fought with dark wizards in the dungeon, and there were dark magic creatures. This time, there are escapees from Azkaban... Every action they take is enough to break most of the school rules of Hogwarts."

"That's right... No, I think they..."

"Think about it, Minister, these are the consequences of their special treatment, to be exact, Potter and Al... I personally try to treat him like other students. Leading friends to put them in danger, any other student will be suspended temporarily. At least this is the punishment. Think about it, Minister, violating the school rules. All the school rules - after taking all precautions for his safety - are too outrageous, at night, with werewolves and murderers... and I have reason to believe that he has illegally been to Hogsmeade..."

"Oh... um... OK, OK... We will study the problems of these children. I don't think they are actively doing anything wrong. They just lack some cognitive and judgment abilities..."

"Yes, especially Potter..."

"Uh... OK... Looks a bit stupid..."

"Indeed... So, Minister, I hope you can..."

Fanlin's head was a little dizzy. He was not sure where he was, the lakeside of the Forbidden Forest or back to Hogwarts.

However, the voice was Professor Snape talking to a voice he had heard before, as if it was the Minister of Magic, Mr. Cornelius Fudge...Fanlin's head seemed to explode.

Those were the scars caused by excessive magic loss, plus the discussions outside the door, Sirius, Harry, and himself, these were all what Snape talked about with the Minister of Magic.

Fan Lin felt a little thirsty. He struggled to sit up. As soon as he raised his hand, his arm was grabbed by someone.

"Are you awake?"

That was Hermione's voice... Fan Lin held his head with one hand and sat up completely under Hermione's help.

"Well..." Fan Lin hummed softly, his brows furrowed, "Is there any water, Hermione, I'm a little thirsty..."

"Oh... of course..." The girl seemed to be very surprised. Fan Lin half opened his eyes. It was still night. The bright moonlight was projected through the glass window.

This is the school's infirmary. He has to report here several times almost every semester, and it's not because of illness. This seems a little... a little painful...

Fan Lin was startled by his sudden idea. He opened his eyes at once. He still remembered the cold arms of the Dementors...

A trace of cold sweat broke out on his head. He stretched out his hand to grab something, and then he felt a cold object in his hand.

"Be careful." The girl's voice rang in Fanlin's ears, and then Fanlin's hand was held by Hermione. The familiar temperature on the back of her hand pulled Fanlin out of the nightmare.

"Come, slow down..." Hermione said, she walked to the side of Fanlin, she gently wrapped her arm around Fanlin's back, and pushed forward with her other hand, bringing the water cup in Fanlin's hand to Fanlin's mouth.

Fanlin drank greedily, and poured half a cup of water into his stomach, which made his dry throat feel more comfortable, at least his voice did not have that strange tearing feeling.

"Thank you, Hermione..." Fanlin said, he panted slightly.

"It's good that you wake up!" The girl's hand was slightly clenched, which seemed to express Hermione's excitement. She took the cup back from Fanlin's hand. It was the first time she fed someone water.

Before this, Hermione had never even fed Crookshanks. This smart cat did not need Hermione to take care of it too much.

"How did I get back?" Fan Lin asked, his mind still a little confused.

"It's Professor Snape!" Hermione said. She turned around and put the cup back on the bedside table, then picked up a piece of chocolate wrapped in silver foil.

The girl carefully tore off the outer foil and handed the chocolate to Fanlin.

"Eat two pieces. Madam Pomfrey said you and Harry need to replenish some calories..." The girl said, and there seemed to be an unrelieved worry on her face, "You and Harry were attacked by Dementors, right? When Professor Snape and I rushed over, we saw many Dementors flying out of the Forbidden Forest that morning, and then I saw you, Harry, and Sirius, all three of you lying on the ground."

"It seems like this..." Fanlin shook his head, "At that time, they wanted to capture Sirius, and then Harry and I started to fight back with the Patronus Charm..."

"You two defeated them?" Hermione was surprised. She saw not one or two Dementors, but hundreds of them.

"Of course not..." Fanlin smiled bitterly, "I didn't have any magic power at the time..." (To be continued)