The incident has now come to a temporary close.
Draco will have to pay the price for his actions.
Gryffindor lost 50 points!
But Old Dumbledore will definitely add it back later!
But he himself will not only be subject to solitary confinement.
The mysterious and unpredictable " Peeves Retreat " spell was strictly forbidden from being used freely within the castle.
He will need to cooperate with Professor Flitwick's private assessment and Madam Pomfrey's comprehensive examination.
Hermione was extremely resentful about this.
The flame of doubt still burned in those bright eyes.
But they faced Dumbledore's final decision.
She had a lot to say, but there was nothing she could do.
Professor Snape, however, never let go of that suspicion from beginning to end.
He was constantly trying to see through Draco's calm facade to the truth.
"Then let it be," said Dumbledore.
He then looked at Professor McGonagall.
" Minerva, please take Mr. Malfoy to the Hospital Wing and have Poppy give him a full checkup."
"After that, we will discuss the specific details and duration of the confinement."
Ding! Original storyline added, Fortune Points increased by 20.
Professor McGonagall's expression remained serious upon hearing Dumbledore's words.
But she nodded solemnly, then turned to Draco: "Come with me, Mr. Malfoy."
Professor McGonagall's tone remained stern.
"Yes, Professor!" Draco replied calmly without uttering a single unnecessary word.
After giving a very polite nod in the direction of Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick, Draco turned around and prepared to leave with Professor McGonagall.
Just then, Snape's voice rang out again. "I think it's necessary for me to go along."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Professor Snape slowly walking out of the shadows.
He walked without making a sound, like a ghost disappearing into the darkness.
"After all, the assessment of 'special physical conditions' is related to student safety and may require a more... comprehensive perspective."
"And I happen to have some questions about Potions preparation that I'd like to ask Madam Pomfrey."
This reason is undeniably Diadem.
Everyone present clearly understood the implied meaning in his words.
His real purpose was to observe Draco's every move during the medical examination up close.
Then they need to get firsthand information about Draco's physical condition from Madam Pomfrey.
Dumbledore, tacitly approving his request.
This move itself serves as a check and balance.
This was both to guard against Draco hiding something and, in a way, a response to Snape's persistent suspicion.
Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape, pondered for a moment, and ultimately did not object.
With the Head of Slytherin House present as a witness, the inspection would undoubtedly be more fair and more in line with Hogwarts ' procedures.
" Filius," Dumbledore turned his gaze to Professor Flitwick.
"Regarding that magical assessment, once you have some initial ideas and plans, you can come to me at any time, or you can arrange a time with Mr. Malfoy to conduct it privately."
"Oh, of course, Principal!" Professor Flitwick nodded quickly.
His small face still held a trace of regret for the lost manuscript, but a newfound curiosity about unknown magic ignited in his eyes.
"I will draft a detailed evaluation plan as soon as possible, ensuring that no detail is overlooked!"
Dumbledore finally turned his gaze to Harry, Hermione, and Ron: "You lot, you can go back now."
"Remember the headmaster's words: do not spread any unverified speculations or rumors within the castle, understand?"
Dumbledore repeated the warning.
But Harry and Ron didn't care at all.
The two were as if they had been granted a pardon.
The oppressive atmosphere in the Headmaster's Office had already made them very uncomfortable.
At this moment, the two of them only wanted to escape this place of trouble as soon as possible.
The group turned and left the Headmaster's Office.
The heavy wooden door closed silently behind us.
The spiral staircase descends slowly.
Step out of the spiral staircase.
The stone beast statue quietly closed, resuming its usual rigid guarding posture.
The castle corridors Silencio, save for the sound of a few footsteps echoing between the cold stone walls.
The sound was exceptionally clear.
The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat frozen.
Professor McGonagall, her face ashen, took the lead and walked towards the Hospital Wing.
Professor Snape followed silently behind like a black shadow.
His icy gaze would occasionally sweep over Draco's back.
Draco walked slightly behind and to the side of Professor McGonagall, always keeping a step's distance.
Hermione followed closely on Draco's other side, almost parallel to him.
It seemed they were determined to follow him to the very end.
Just then, a loud "gurgling" sound broke the silence in the corridor.
Ron's face instantly turned bright red.
He instinctively covered his stomach, so embarrassed he wished he could disappear into the ground.
Professor McGonagall paused slightly, but did not turn around; her body merely stiffened.
Professor Snape's lips seemed to curl into a mocking smile.
Ron awkwardly turned his head and muttered to Harry beside him, "Hey buddy, can we go to the Great Hall now? I feel like I'm starving, dinner time is almost over!"
Harry immediately understood Ron's implied meaning.
He truly had no interest in the upcoming examination and wanted nothing more to do with Snape, that intimidating professor.
So she whispered in agreement, "Yes, I'm hungry too."
Professor McGonagall had clearly overheard their conversation.
She didn't turn around, but stopped and said, " Mr Potter, Mr. Weasley, you may return to the common room or have dinner in the Great Hall."
"But remember the headmaster's words: do not spread any rumors, otherwise Gryffindor will face further point deductions."
"Yes, Professor!" Harry and Ron answered almost in unison.
The two felt a great sense of relief.
Ron secretly made a face at Harry and said, "Finally free!"
After saying that, the two turned around impatiently and walked quickly toward the Great Hall.
Their steps were so light that it was as if something was chasing them, as if they were afraid that Professor McGonagall might suddenly change her mind and call them back.
In the blink of an eye, only four people remained in the long corridor.
Professor McGonagall turned her head slightly, glanced at Hermione beside her, and frowned.
It seems to be asking why you're still here?