I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 522 More Than Just an Aphrodisiac

"Huh?" Owen looked puzzled. "Poisoned? Where is he now? The school infirmary?"

"Hmm—Harry hasn't come back all night."

As he spoke, the child of a certain god behind him had already vanished from the spot.

Irving then followed.

A few minutes later, they met in front of the school clinic.

Mrs. Pomfrey was blocking Koyatl from going in.

She said that no more than six people could visit.

Unfortunately, Koyatl didn't listen to her at all. Owen saw that she had already taken out her wand, and something unpleasant was about to happen.

Just then, the door to the medical room opened.

Slughorn and Snape came out.

Slughorn looked worried, while Snape maintained his usual indifferent expression, though his eyes betrayed a barely perceptible tension.

"Why was he poisoned?" Owen stepped forward and asked. "What kind of poison? Who administered it?"

Professor Snape gave them a cold look and said in a low voice, "This is still under investigation. If you have any leads, you'd better speak up now."

Koyatl had calmed down by now. She put away her wand, stepped forward, and said, "Please let me in."

Her voice was stiff, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"What? Do you think you know more about antidotes than the professor?" Snape said coldly. "Perhaps that idiot fell right into your lap."

"Me?" Koyatl frowned, about to ask further. But Snape didn't give her a chance and turned to leave.

Immediately afterwards, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore also came out of the school infirmary.

Neither of them lingered and left quickly.

There were fewer than six people left in the school clinic, so Pomfrev allowed them to enter.

The ward was quiet, with only Harry and Hermione Ginny sitting by the bed.

Ron lay on the hospital bed as if he were dead.

Mrs. Pomfrey covered him with a curtain, separating him from the other areas.

"Is he alright?" Koyatl asked worriedly, walking over and sitting down next to Hermione.

"Uh..." Upon hearing this, Harry's expression suddenly turned awkward.

"What exactly happened?" Owen asked. "How could they be poisoned?"

"Actually," Harry stammered, glancing at Koyatl before finally speaking as if he had made a great decision, "it's an aphrodisiac."

"Aphrodisiac?" Koyatl was taken aback.

"Yesterday was Ron's birthday, and he brought back a lot of snacks from outside. I don't know which snack had the aphrodisiac in it, because there were so many."

"Too much?" Irving said. "What do you mean?"

"It was aphrodisiacs administered by different people, all of which Ron ingested."

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Irving's lips twitched slightly, then he pressed on, "So, he didn't go crazy, did he?"

Aphrodisiac!

If you mix different people's hair into it, it will become poison. But Ron is different. He must have eaten snacks laced with different aphrodisiacs. It's hard to imagine what would happen to a person if so many different feelings of affection erupted at the same time.

"Slughorn gave Ron the antidote, but," Harry said, "I took him to Slughorn last night, and after drinking the antidote, Ron suddenly had a seizure and foamed at the mouth. In an emergency, I gave him a dung stone. That barely stabilized his condition."

"Ha—that Slughorn is a complete idiot," Owen scoffed. "The different aphrodisiacs mixed together would have turned into a compound poison long ago. How could he have used only one antidote?"

"I didn't explain clearly," Harry said somewhat apologetically. "I only said that Ron was under the influence of a love potion."

"Good heavens, thank goodness you thought of dung stones," Hermione said.

"Luckily there was one in the house," Harry said, feeling a chill run down his spine at the thought of what would have happened if he hadn't found the little stone.

Ginny let out a barely audible sob. She had stayed here all night.

As they were talking, another argument broke out outside the school clinic.

Then George and Fred rushed in.

Under Mrs. Pomfrey's angry gaze, he was granted the right to visit her for 'five minutes'.

"We all heard that Dumbledore is talking to Mum. What bad luck, isn't it?" Fred said, running over and looking sadly at Ron on the bed. "Yesterday was his birthday, and we even prepared a present for him."

"We never expected to receive a gift like this," George said somberly, placing a large gift bag on Ron's bedside table.

Then he sat down next to Ginny.

"That is, in our imagined scenario, he is lucid," Fred said.

Harry sighed and repeated the story he had just told.

He has already told the story several times.

"He drank the wine and collapsed to the ground, then I shoved a dung bead down his throat, which made his breathing easier. Slughorn ran to get help, and soon Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Pomfrey arrived. They carried Ron here. They thought he would be fine. Mrs. Pomfrey said he would have to stay here for another week or two because it was a deadly poison, and he would have to continue taking rue extract."

"So who poisoned him?" George asked.

"Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Snape all speculate that the problem lies with the snacks Ron brought back yesterday."

"Snacks?" Fred said. "I heard from the clerks at the Weasley Alchemy workshop in Hogsmeade that Ron bought a lot of snacks yesterday. But we wouldn't put love potions in those things!"

"Maybe—" Koyatel suddenly spoke up, "It's my fault. Yesterday was Ron's birthday, and I gave him all the presents I received for Christmas. I didn't open those packages, so maybe there's something wrong inside."

"Someone poisoned you?" Harry said. "Too bad, because Ron took so many love potions, he can't tell who it was from."

"Hogwarts has people like this!" Hermione exclaimed angrily. "Love potion? How despicable!"

"Okay, that explanation makes sense too."

Irving glanced at Koyatl.

Perhaps it was because her relationship with Ron seemed so indifferent, that to outsiders it appeared there was no romantic involvement, which gave them the illusion that they had a chance. Of course, the real culprits were those who poisoned her. Calling them despicable wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Thinking of this, Owen suddenly looked at Hermione.

Although he didn't quite believe it, but...

The little witch noticed Owen's gaze and nodded knowingly.

She received far more Christmas gifts than Koyatl.

There were hundreds of packages from all over the world—Britain, Europe, wizards, Muggles—but she hadn't opened most of them. She only opened the ones for Owen and Harry.

She gave the rest of the packages to Dobby, and they should all be in their house in London now.

"Well, that's all we can do for now. Ron needs to rest," Hermione said.

Mrs. Pomfrey had reached her limit of patience by the school nurse's office.

"Harry, you didn't throw away those snacks Ron left over, did you?" Koyatl suddenly said.

"No," Harry shook his head. "They're all in their dorm rooms."

"Very well." Her expression turned cold. "Give them all back to me."

"Okay, sure," Harry replied. He knew what Koyatl was up to, but he wasn't against it. What was wrong with teaching those despicable guys a lesson?

They should be fired immediately.

The group got up, preparing to leave.

As they reached the porch, they saw Hagrid striding towards them. His hair was wet with rain, his bearskin coat flapped behind him, and he carried a crossbow, leaving muddy footprints on the ground as large as dolphins.

"Out in the woods all day!" he said, panting. "Little Grop doesn't like rainy days, he's been acting up lately, and Aragog is getting worse. I have to read to them! I just got back for breakfast, and Professor Sprout told me about Ron! How's he?"

"Thankfully, Mrs. Pomfrey said he'll be alright."

"I just can't believe it!" Hagrid shook his messy head and said gruffly, "I just can't believe it. Look at him lying there. It's so inexplicable that he could be poisoned. Who would want to hurt him?"

"That's exactly what we're discussing," Harry said.

"We all felt that no one would want to hurt Ron; he was just unlucky to get poisoned," Owen replied.

"Bad luck?" Hagrid said. "Could there be some kind of conspiracy? Someone deliberately poisoned me?"

Having experienced the trials of the past few years, especially Umbridge's ruthless methods, Hagrid had to become more cautious; after all, he was still the custodian of the keys to Hogwarts.

"If someone were to poison her, they wouldn't choose Ron. If it were Koyatl," Owen pondered for a moment, "she was indeed a target for some people, but why would they use an aphrodisiac like that?"

"That's true." Hagrid nodded.

"This isn't over yet; we need to investigate. We'll have a conclusion in a while," Owen said, then left with the young wizards.

A few days later, a wave swept through Hogwarts.

Koyatl attacked several male witches.

In severe cases, she beat some people half to death.

The number of beds in the school clinic has become scarce.

Even so, she still couldn't find the suspect.

Although she could identify the wizards through the letters among the gifts, when they were caught, they all claimed that they had never given her any Christmas presents.

Several people who did send the food denied poisoning it.

To this end, Koyatl even resorted to some legally prohibited spells. But the truth is, it really had nothing to do with them. They really didn't send anything or poison anyone.

As for the complex poison Ron ingested, Slughorn has successfully isolated it. According to his explanation, the poisons were indeed multiple aphrodisiacs, but not one type was found on each type of food; rather, several types were found on each type of food.

The person who administered the poison must have been very familiar with this kind of love potion and knew how to administer it perfectly.

If he adds a love potion to the hair of different people, the love potion will immediately turn into poison. Although this increases the chances of successfully poisoning someone, it is also easy to trace the poison.

He chose to add various aphrodisiacs, mixed with hair from different people, to a type of food. By controlling the dosage and ensuring the victim consumed enough food before the effects took hold, he created the illusion that many people had drugged him. This not only increased the difficulty of the investigation but also guaranteed a higher success rate, as the healer would subconsciously only provide one antidote. Even a potions master like Slughorn fell for it.

If Harry hadn't had the brilliant idea of ​​feeding Ron the dung bead, the poisoner's plan would have certainly succeeded.

Besides.

Hermione also unpacked her Christmas presents.

Her condition is more serious than Koyatl's.

There are seven or eight kinds of poisonous foods alone.

There are also three cursed pieces of jewelry, and a magical trap that will explode when the package is opened.

Discovering these things gave the little witch a fright.

She never imagined that so many people would want to kill her.

Yes—the poisoned food that Koyatel received was prepared using a very sophisticated method of poisoning, and the potion it produced was extremely difficult to make, clearly indicating that it was the result of careful planning.

Her own, it seemed, was all about quantity and quantity. It was chaotic; success or failure didn't matter, the point was to get it done first. Besides, the scattered poisons, curses, and traps clearly didn't belong to the same person. These packages would never have passed the Aurors' inspection if sent to Hogwarts, so the sender chose Christmas.

"It seems Miss Granger's siding with the Muggles has brought quite a bit of trouble!" Owen couldn't help but sigh after learning everything.

"It's because we're at Hogwarts that all the storms of the outside world can't get in, but in reality, there are many people who would love to eat her alive."

"It's not just the surviving Death Eaters, Purifiers, and Imposters. Even the Wizarding Council and the families that control it are suspects. After all, Miss Granger practically overturned the table and started from scratch. In the eyes of those who see the Ministry of Magic's power as their own, she's probably the biggest villain in centuries."

"However, this assassination attempt serves as a wake-up call for her. Some people have the mindset of privilege ingrained in them. It's wishful thinking to merely warn them or beg them to reconsider and back down. Sometimes, you have no choice but to be tough."

A few days later, Ron slowly woke up.

He's really had a run of bad luck this time.

However, this kid wasn't as frustrated or disappointed as others might have imagined.

On the contrary, he was always cheerful whenever I visited him.

Because Koyatl had been taking care of him for a week, Ron might even think that this poisoning was a win-win situation.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Ron's poisoning incident was quickly forgotten due to his indifferent attitude.

After all, this incident accelerated the progress of his relationship with Koyatl.

(End of this chapter)