He pointed to the blood and brain matter on his body.
Snape's expression finally relaxed slightly, but he still carefully observed Harry's body, confirming that he was indeed not injured before.
He then said in his usual drawling and strange tone: "Potter, I hope you can give me an explanation as to why you didn't go back to your dorm."
"Have you been influenced by that damn 'Chosen One' fame, did it affect your brain, making you run off alone to deal with the troll?"
"Perhaps, I should give you a few bottles of Forgetfulness Potion, to wash your brain which is filled with dung."
Professor McGonagall did not come forward to defend Harry at this time.
She stood behind Snape, indicating that she was on the same side as Snape.
Her eyes were filled with both relief and fear and gratitude, as she looked at Harry with a serious expression.
"Ron, didn't you tell the professors?" Harry looked at Ron.
Ron scratched his head, shrinking his neck and said: "Harry, I said I forgot, do you believe me?"
Harry had already prepared himself for his unreliable buddy, he sighed and said: "Professor, allow me to plead, no, explain the whole process of what happened."
"At the dinner, Hermione didn't come over, probably because Ron had angered her, she stayed in the bathroom and cried." Harry glanced at Hermione's still swollen eyes.
"Then, when Quirrell... Professor said that the troll appeared in the underground classroom, I immediately thought of Hermione."
"I told Ron to inform you guys, and I went to bring Hermione away."
"It was just bad luck, when I got there, the troll had already entered the bathroom, about to attack Hermione, so I had to kill it." Harry looked at the two professors, his eyes full of sincerity.
"Yes, I can prove that Harry is telling the truth." Hermione also said at this time.
"Miss Granger, are you alright?" Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione's wound, a little heartbroken and said, "Were you injured by the troll?"
"No, I did that." Harry shook his head and told the truth.
He usually wouldn't lie.
Professor McGonagall looked at him with confusion.
"There's no way, Hermione is in the bathroom, it will affect my performance, it's easy to be injured by the troll, she can't move, I can only drag her out." Harry explained.
"Potter, use your stupid brain to think, just relying on your strength, not only killing a troll but also saving people from its hands, even lies should be made more believable." Snape obviously was not so easy to fool.
Harry was telling the truth, he admitted, but he completely left out the details.
He suddenly realized that he didn't know Harry at all, which made him uneasy.
Professor McGonagall was stunned, and she also realized, Harry went to her for tutoring... detention every week, she was the most aware of how strong he was.
Harry pondered for a moment, glancing discreetly at Quirrell.
"Let's send Hermione to the infirmary first, after all, if the wound is not treated promptly, it might leave a scar." Harry said.
Hermione's face changed.
Professor McGonagall said softly to her: "Don't worry, Miss Granger, Madam Pomfrey's medical skills are excellent, your wound will not leave a scar."
But she still gently tapped Hermione's body with her wand, making her slowly float up and follow beside her, not letting her move, lest she touch her wound.
"Professor Quirrell, leave this to you." Professor McGonagall said to Quirrell, who was still standing in the bathroom, before leaving.
"Ok, okay." Professor Quirrell nodded.
Professor McGonagall, Snape, Harry and Ron walked towards the infirmary, Hermione floated along.
Quirrell took a deep look at Harry's back.
Then he looked at the troll's corpse with a troubled expression.
On the way to the infirmary, Harry suddenly remembered something, his face turned regretful.
It was Snape who was walking in front of him, but it seemed as if he had eyes in the back of his head, able to see the expression on Harry's face.
"What's wrong, Potter." He said in a low voice.
"Oh, I should have cut off a piece of the troll's meat, to try the taste of magical creature meat." Harry said with a distressed expression.
The other few people's faces stiffened simultaneously, and the corners of their mouths twitched.
Ron looked at Harry in disbelief, as if to say, I didn't expect you to be so perverted.
Professor McGonagall and Hermione looked at Harry with complex expressions.
Snape sneered: "Your brain is truly filled with dung, Potter, a troll like this, smelly all over, you actually want to eat its meat, you might as well feed you a piece of dung directly."
Obviously, everyone didn't agree with Harry's hobby.
Harry curled his lips, looking at them with pity.
These guys who don't understand cooking at all are not qualified to talk to him about food.
The troll's muscles are strong, it must have a good bite, I just don't know how the meat itself tastes.
If it's sour, forget it.
The group arrived at the infirmary.
Professor McGonagall handed Hermione over to Madam Pomfrey.
Madam Pomfrey checked Hermione's wound.
"Don't worry, it's just some surface wounds, take some medicine and have a good sleep, you'll be fine." Madam Pomfrey said lightly.
As long as it's not a magical creature, or damage caused by magic, it's not difficult at all, it's easy to treat.
"Will it leave a scar?" Hermione asked carefully, lying on the bed.
"Of course not, it's just a minor injury, don't worry, little girl." Madam Pomfrey said with a smile.
"Oh." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well, Harry, it's time to tell us the story you made up." Snape looked at Harry, he wouldn't leave without figuring this out.
"Actually, I can deal with the troll because I created some new magic myself." Harry said calmly.
Snape just sneered, not believing a word Harry said.
"Well said, Harry, I have to commend you, if you're telling a fairy tale." Snape said gloomily.
"Harry, creating magic is not that easy." Professor McGonagall shook her head and said to Harry.
She motioned for him to make up a more believable lie even if he was lying.
Harry was helpless, why does no one believe the truth.
"Professor, I can prove Harry's words." Ron said, raising his hand.
Professor McGonagall and Snape both looked at him.
Ron quietly shrank his neck and said: "Harry once cast his magic on us, one that can slow down, and one that can speed up."
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened in shock.
Snape narrowed his eyes and stared at Ron: "Mr. Weasley, are you good friends with Harry?"
"Of course, I'm Harry's best buddy." Ron puffed up his chest, looking proud.
"Then are your words credible?" Snape smiled sarcastically at the corner of his mouth.
Ron's expression froze.
Snape looked at Harry, thinking that he finally couldn't make up lies anymore, he sneered and was about to mock him.
Harry's eyes flashed a tinge of yellow.
"Slowing Charm." He deliberately recited the spell.
Snape paused, his eyes widened slightly, looking at Harry in disbelief.
"My goodness, my body really feels much heavier." Professor McGonagall exclaimed.
"Attack Acceleration."
"My body really feels much lighter." Professor McGonagall felt it again, looking at Harry with a smile in the corner of her eye.
"Excellent spell, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall smiled and praised.
A smile unconsciously spread across Ron's face.
"But." Professor McGonagall's expression turned serious again.
"An excellent spell can't cover up your reckless behavior, a young wizard going up against a full-grown troll, do you know how dangerous that is?"
"Because of your actions, Gryffindor loses 10 points. Detention for another month."
Ron said anxiously on the side: "Professor..."
"However, because of your courage and concern for your companions, Gryffindor gains 20 points." Professor McGonagall changed her tone.
Ron fell silent.
"That's not enough, Potter." Snape narrowed his eyes.