Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Mr. Filch, you just said..."

"Parents at Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are fighting - uh, what does that mean?"

Madam Pomfrey blinked in confusion, drawing her wand and waving lightly at the panting castle keeper in front of her.

"Oh, don't worry, you can take it slow--"

The light flickered, and Filch's breathing quickly stabilized.

The soft warm current infiltrated his body silently, and the soreness of his legs also melted quickly like ice and snow under the sun.

"Huh? Thank you, Madam Pomfrey—"

"Well, you should thank Professor Apocalis for sharing this with Hogwarts Hospital."

Madam Pomfrey shook her head slightly and smiled at the old wizard next to her, her tone full of gratitude and admiration.

One thing I have to admit, compared to the British magic world that pays more attention to potions and palliative healing techniques, the healing spell shared by Professor Apocalis is too subtle.

After working together for nearly two years, Madam Pomfrey has been able to skillfully cast some simple auxiliary spells to relieve daily fatigue and pain.

Strictly speaking, these spells weren't very sophisticated, but they were exceptionally ingenious—and most importantly, they were all "special" spells that weren't documented.

Having worked at Hogwarts for most of her life, Madam Pomfrey was well aware of the huge gulf between "simple spells" and "creating simple spells".

"Just a little tip worth mentioning, nothing to be thankful for—"

Grindelwald said calmly, turned his head to look at Filch, and there was an intriguing brilliance in his eyes.

"You said just now that the parents were fighting—meaning that the grown-up wizards were drawing their wands and fighting?"

"What about the professors in those two colleges? Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Sirius, Lupin... oh, Lockhart's not..."

"In the presence of so many professors, a fierce battle can still break out, and you even have to go to the Hogwarts school hospital for help?"

As the old devil who was all-powerful and almost unified the European magic world, Grindelwald realized the strangeness at the first time.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is no better than other places. The level of order and stability here can be said to be extremely rare in the world.

Maybe Elena gets into a little trouble every now and then, but overall, it's mostly innocuous student conflict.

In Grindelwald's eyes, the contradictions of underage wizards are as harmless and cute as little milk cats.

However, the situation above is obviously different now...

"Professors are trying to persuade, but the conflict between parents is too intense..."

Argus Filch explained sullenly that, as a Squib with little magic power, he wasn't even safe from Lady Norris.

In fact, let alone him, not even Professor McGonagall dared to directly intervene in the parents' magical fight.

There are at least three or four hundred adult wizards in the two academies combined, and more importantly, just like their children, most of the parents are from the same academy.

"Professor Apocalis, Madam Pomfrey—no time to explain."

Argus Filch didn't explain much, and looked anxiously at the two wizards in the school infirmary.

"Professor Dumbledore is not here now, and Professor McGonagall is the Gryffindor Head... This situation may be up to you."

"Well, I see. We'll pack up some potions right away and go up and see what's going on."

Madam Pomfrey nodded quickly, stood up decisively, and waved her wand to summon a pile of bottles.

Since the several large-scale campus conflicts some time ago, the emergency treatment reserve of the school infirmary has risen by more than one notch.

And Grindelwald also pulled out his wand and waved it gently towards the corner of the room.

Following his movements, dozens of rolls of cloth and wooden sticks were quickly combined to form a dozen simple temporary stretchers that floated quietly behind the two of them.

"...Then prepare some temporary stretchers. I suspect that some people may be carried to the school hospital for bed-ridden treatment."

"You're right, I saw some of them hurt a little bit badly..."

Filch looked at the two people in the school infirmary with a clear division of labor, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Okay, then I'll go first - thank goodness, I didn't expect to find both of them in the school infirmary at the same time."

Just like Dumbledore, who is the same as Ding Hai Shenzhen, these two wizards may be the most trustworthy people in the school today.

Whether it's Madam Pomfrey or Professor Apocalis, both of them have some kind of magical power that makes people feel at ease.

"Huh? Aren't you going up with us?"

Madam Pomfrey froze for a moment, and asked in confusion.

"I thought……"

"No, I have to go to the Hufflepuff Commons."

Filch shook his head, frowned and looked around, saying angrily.

"I don't know what's going on today, all the ghosts, portraits, and elves are gone"

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Not good!