He obviously didn't intend to let Harry off the hook so easily.
"The two spells you cast are both auxiliary magic. The giant's head was smashed by you. Is there anything else you're hiding?" Snape looked at him darkly.
"Snape." Professor McGonagall glanced at him with displeasure.
She didn't want to pry into the young wizard's secrets.
But Snape was still staring at Harry.
"Actually, there are two more spells." Harry nodded.
"Created four spells in a row?" Professor McGonagall was stunned, looking at Harry with disbelief.
So was Snape.
"This is what killed the giant." Harry raised his left hand, and instantly a magic sword appeared.
Then he closed his hand, and the magic sword disappeared.
Then he looked at Snape's foot.
Snape also felt his gaze and moved slightly, covering himself more tightly with his robe.
"Professor, your foot is injured, right?" Harry didn't miss it, he said directly.
"It's none of your business." Snape said impatiently.
"No, it does have something to do with me." Harry smiled faintly.
A blue light flashed in his eyes, Expert Healing.
It can recover HP in large quantities and can eliminate the effects of negative magic.
The healing range enveloped the five of them.
"Huh, my wounds are all healed?" Hermione, who was originally lying in the hospital bed, sat up, looking at her wounds in surprise. They had all disappeared, revealing her pink and tender skin.
And the pain was gone.
She got out of bed.
"Feel it, Professor." Harry smiled at Snape.
Snape moved his foot slightly, and indeed there was no pain at all.
"Your magic can also eliminate magic damage?" Snape finally showed a look of shock in front of Harry.
The injury on his foot was not a simple physical injury, it had magical damage from the three-headed dog's teeth.
It was difficult to treat.
But Harry's magic healed his wound completely.
This was beyond his imagination.
A first-year student, even creating so many spells, and they were all very effective.
No, according to his statement, he may have already created them before enrolling.
Snape looked at Harry deeply and said, "Next time, remember to keep your mind clear, this reckless act without thinking, you are lucky to be alive."
With that, he strode away.
"Alright, you are all tired, go back to the dormitory and rest." Professor McGonagall didn't stay long either, after explaining Hermione's situation to Madam Pomfrey, she also left.
Madam Pomfrey was curious about why Hermione suddenly recovered, but her job was also very busy. One less patient was a good thing for her. She didn't ask too much, just told Harry and the others to leave quickly, so as not to affect the other patients' rest.
What Madam Pomfrey didn't know was that because she was too lazy to ask, she missed a spell that could be considered a god-level technique in the medical world.
Magic damage is difficult to treat, especially powerful dark magic. Because they can not only inflict great physical damage, but also add intense negative magic on top of it.
These negative spells are difficult to remove, and the negative effects of some powerful dark magic are even impossible to deal with.
But Harry's healing magic is simply a direct counter to these dark spells.
"You guys go back first, I'll go find Professor Dumbledore." Harry said to Ron and Hermione.
The two nodded, they didn't dare ask too much about Harry's affairs. Hearing that he was going to find Dumbledore, Ron didn't dare follow.
He went to the Headmaster's office alone.
"Password." The stone beast at the door said.
"Cockroach Cluster." Harry replied.
The statue slowly turned, revealing a spiral staircase.
Harry walked up.
He entered the office and saw Dumbledore sitting in the chair.
A sudden burst of anger welled up in Harry's heart.
"You're really taking it easy, Headmaster." Harry said sarcastically.
"Minerva and Snape have both gone, they are both excellent professors. The giant is just a simple matter for them." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"You let the students return to the dormitory, aren't you afraid they might encounter the giant on the way?" Harry asked in confusion, he couldn't understand why Dumbledore would give such an order.
"Every student is safe within Hogwarts." Dumbledore said.
Harry twitched at the corner of his mouth, not sure where he got his confidence. Maybe this is the style of the strongest wizard in the wizarding world.
When a student gets hurt, you just wait to be slapped in the face.
"I think you need a little help." Dumbledore looked at Harry's robe covered in dirt and dust, and gently waved his hand.
Harry's robe instantly became clean and fresh.
He looked down, he had forgotten that he was still dirty.
Harry walked up to Dumbledore and sat down.
"Have you found out anything?" Harry asked seriously.
"What?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"Don't play dumb with me, Quirrell." Harry said dissatisfied.
"That giant, it's obvious that Quirrell let it in, don't tell me you don't know." Harry admitted that Dumbledore still had a little brain, he should be able to think of these things.
"How do you know?" Dumbledore said with a smile, summoning a cup and placing it in front of Harry, the cup was filled with milk.
Harry picked it up and took a sip, said expressionlessly, "Anyone with a normal brain can tell, he's not even trying to act anymore."
"A dignified Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, actually fainted from a giant! I'll give him the benefit of the doubt that he's not familiar with Defence Against the Dark Arts, but a grown-up wizard, can still teach at Hogwarts, shouldn't perform this badly, right?"
"And he fainted, that's fine, but he had to run to the hall, finish speaking and then faint, the acting is so bad." Harry gave Quirrell's acting a bad rating.
The actors in the TV series are much better.
A glimmer of amusement flashed in Dumbledore's eyes.
"Anything else? Did you notice anything else?"
"I had close contact with him this time." Harry furrowed his brows deeply.
When Quirrell walked past him.
"He's very dangerous, I almost reacted in self-defense." Thanks to his keen perception.
"He's slightly worse than Professor McGonagall and Snape, but slightly better than Professor Sprout." Harry made his evaluation.
"Of course, he's far worse than you." Harry glanced at the smiling old man.
"Haha, I'm honored to receive the approval of our little wizard." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Don't change the subject." Harry stared at Dumbledore.
"Alright, I did find some problems." Dumbledore nodded.
"I suspect that Quirrell has not only become Voldemort's pawn, but has also possessed him." Dumbledore said.
"Then just go ahead and kill him." Harry's face changed, he didn't expect this to be the case.
After all, he hadn't taken Quirrell's class, but there had been no stinging sensation since then.
He thought Quirrell was sent by Voldemort to deal with him.
Because he was infected with Voldemort's breath, his scar would react.
But it turned out that the big boss actually appeared in person in the first episode?
Now that he analyzed it, it should have been Voldemort who borrowed Quirrell's body to take a look at him in person at that time.
So it makes sense why his scar only hurt once, and when he was taking Quirrell's class, there was no stinging sensation.
"Quirrell was once a good boy, an excellent professor, but before the start of this term, he returned from the Dark Forest in Albania, found me and asked to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."
"You know, it's difficult to find a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. I was having trouble with this problem at the time, so I naturally agreed to his request."
"Now it seems that after he came back, he had already become Voldemort's pawn, but I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and Quirrell is my student, even though he has already graduated."
"So you just let such a dangerous enemy go unchecked?" Harry had a hard time understanding his thinking.
"Why did Voldemort come to Hogwarts, knowing you are here, he still risked coming in. Don't tell me it was to kill me." Harry said.
"For the Philosopher's Stone, it is an amazing alchemical product that can make the Elixir of Life, which can make those who drink it temporarily prolong their lives. He is very weak now, and he desperately needs such a medicine to extend his life." Dumbledore said.
"Thank you for your guidance, dear Headmaster, I'm going to go back and pack my bags now." Harry stood up, nodded to Dumbledore, and turned to leave.
"Wait, wait, Harry, what are you doing?" Dumbledore called out to him.
"Preparing to drop out and go home, I'll book a flight to China tomorrow." Harry turned back to him, expressionless.
"No need, no need to drop out." Dumbledore was a little headache, feeling that the child in front of him was too cautious.
Harry gave a sarcastic smile, "Oh? I don't drop out, let such a powerful figure stay by my side, ready to give me a Killing Curse at any time?"
"Headmaster Dumbledore, everyone outside thinks I am the Savior, the one who killed Voldemort."
"But you know very well that he didn't die, he's even inside Quirrell."
"I don't have any special abilities either."
"What makes you think that I, an ordinary 11-year-old wizard, can feel safe enough next to Voldemort?"
"You are the strongest wizard today, you have the guts."
"I thought you had some brains, but now it seems I need to call Professor Snape over to treat your brains."