The Silent Bookstore Manager at Hogwarts

Everyone in Slytherin stared at Harry in disbelief. They all wanted to say that Quidditch shouldn't be like this, but in the end, no one dared to say it. This was something that even the most unconventional and eccentric Quidditch player wouldn't dare to do.

It's not uncommon for someone to deliberately leave their broom. In fact, a Slytherin player demonstrated this skill in the recent match, quickly separating and then reuniting with the broom to leap over a Gryffindor player.

But no one had ever seen someone so ruthless as to freefall twice during a Quidditch match to change their flying broomsticks. Moreover, these flying broomsticks weren't even prepared before the match started. No matter what, Wood certainly wouldn't risk Harry's life to train such a tactic.

Professor McGonagall's cheers made her seem completely different from her usual serious dean; she looked at Harry as he slowly landed as if she were seeing a hero.

And that was indeed the case. The Gryffindors rushed forward, trying to toss Harry into the air. Not only the team members, but all the Gryffindor students cheered that Harry was a true hero. Only Harry himself breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the hand that was gripping the broom and spoke.

"I think I need to see a doctor... something seems wrong with my hand."

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall was extremely anxious and rushed Harry to the school infirmary. After examination, it was discovered that Harry's right hand was fractured from forcibly grabbing the broom during free fall, and even with potions, it would take some time to heal.

"So how do you feel? Is it a thrilling feeling to fly at high speed?"

Red waved his wand, and beside him, an apple was being peeled off slowly and completely to reveal its flesh.

"It was much more exciting than I imagined. I even felt like my mind was going to go blank. When I caught the Golden Snitch, I felt like my heart was about to explode."

Harry licked his lips, seemingly still savoring the feeling of galloping across the Quidditch pitch.

"Here's something interesting, Snape seems to be casting a spell on your broom."

Red smiled, cut the peeled apple in half, and handed one half to Harry.

"I felt two forces were fighting over my broom, so I had to give it up. I didn't dare to think that if I stayed any longer, I would be thrown off by the broom and it would 'just happen' to hit me on the head."

Harry chewed on his apple, watching Red prepare to leave, and quickly realized what was about to happen.

How many people are outside?

"There are many people in Gryffindor, and Professor McGonagall is there too, so they are relatively quiet for now."

Red gave Harry a look that said "good luck," then turned and ran without giving Harry a chance to stop him.

"Harry!!! How did you manage to summon the broom from the ground?"

Being surrounded by classmates and being the center of attention was indeed a wonderful feeling, but Harry just wanted to lie quietly in bed and pretend to be dead. He could even feel the terrifying look and expression on Madam Pomfrey's face.

"Didn't Mrs. Hodge teach us that in the first lesson? It's very simple, just say 'up' to your broom."

Harry gave a brief answer to the question, then gestured with his eyes for the visiting classmates to be quiet. However, the Gryffindor students, still in the throes of excitement, were completely unaware of this, so the ward immediately fell silent. Madam Pomfrey 'asked' them all to leave. In the infirmary, even Dumbledore could not disobey Madam Pomfrey's orders; this was a fact known to everyone.

Harry quietly sank into his pillow once again, pondering a question: if Professor Quirrell was indeed the one who wanted to harm him, what role did Headmaster Dumbledore play in this matter?

Harry couldn't believe that a kind and funny old man could be an accomplice to a murderer. Professor Quirrell's actions were clearly intended to kill him. So, what role did Dumbledore, who was undoubtedly tolerant and even ignored Professor Quirrell's suspicious points, play in this matter?

Of course, Harry also understood that the most likely scenario was that Quirrell was indeed very good at hiding his true intentions. If it weren't for Red's reminder and his own heightened sense of malice, he would most likely have focused his attention on the more suspicious Snape rather than suspecting Quirrell.

Although there's no evidence yet, Harry is once again confused after learning that Quirrell is the one who wants him dead. How should he deal with Quirrell? Should he fight him?

A first-year student fighting a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Just saying that idea would probably make everyone laugh their heads off. Although Quirrell's lectures are not very good, as a graduate of Rakvenlaw, his magical skills are no less than those of a first-year student.

As for whistleblowing, it's even more ridiculous. Without any evidence, all whistleblowing will only alert the enemy.

Harry felt so upset that he looked rather gloomy when he returned to the Silent Bookstore.

But no matter how he felt, work was still waiting for him to do. Because of his hand injury, Harry's job today was temporarily changed from repairing rooms to sorting out books that had not yet been cataloged. Of course, Red's meaning was very simple: if he came across any books that might be a little strange, he should just leave them aside. Some books might have been cursed or even worse left by their previous owners. Red, as the administrator, had a way to deal with these things, but if Harry got involved with them, he would be in serious trouble.

However, when he removed the outer cover that had been used to wrap the book, he was stunned.

Can that really be called a book?

It was a 'book' woven and intertwined with countless metal wires, and Harry had no idea what kind of book it was.

"Can this really be considered a book?"

"Of course, Harry... this is a book about war."

Red nodded and accepted the 'book' woven from ancient wire.

"We call it... 'The Wound Wounds'"

"The Wound of Wounds": "Records the history of one hundred wars," its text woven from metal wire, the wires intertwining on each page as if chasing each other... (Secret: 18 [Blade]) (Required for reading: Night Soul Language) (Contains the great art teachings: [The Commandments of Scars])