days at Hogwarts

Chapter 191 Creation of Malfoy

Harry, Ron and Hermione gathered in front of "Hogwarts: A School History", the sound of pages turning.

Hermione told the two of them to stay away in distaste, and prevented her from turning the book: "It's really troublesome, I should really memorize this book, so that I don't have to turn pages to find the records of the secret room!"

Harry and Ron trembled as they looked at the tome thicker than their fists. Is this the bully?

"It's here!" With her familiarity with the contents of the whole book, Hermione quickly found the space for recording the Chamber of Secrets, in the column about Slytherin's unofficial history and legends.

Harry and Ron squeezed Hermione away at once, and couldn't wait to lie down on the page and look at it.

"Slytherin and Gryffindor had a heated quarrel over whether to accept Muggle students. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff favored Gryffindor's views on this issue. Slytherin left the school after that , before leaving, Slytherin built a secret room in the castle, and the other founders knew nothing about it."

"Slytherin sealed the Chamber of Secrets, and only his true heir can open it, release the horrible things inside, let it purify the school, and remove all those who are not worthy of learning magic."

After Harry and Ron finished reading a paragraph each, they raised their heads and looked at Hermione with complicated eyes.She is the little Muggle-born wizard rejected by Slytherin.

"I've known for a long time that Salazar Slytherin is a perverted old lunatic!" Ron raised his head and said with a deep expression, "Hermione, don't go anywhere alone recently, it's best to let Loren follow you all the time .”

Harry remembered that Loren was also a Muggle-born, and added: "We will always protect you, don't worry."

Hermione was angry and funny, rolled up the four-foot-eight-inch history of magic paper, and pointed at the heads of the two idiots one by one: "Did you see the name of this chapter? It's a legend! A legend!"

Ron covered his head and muttered in a low voice: "The legend also has a certain factual basis, doesn't it?"

"Does it say what the horror in the Chamber of Secrets is?" Hermione didn't want to waste time with the two of them, and pulled through the big book, and found a short note at the end of the chapter, "Some kind of heir only Slytherin to control its monsters."

"Monster?" Harry looked at the word in confusion. "Is it related to the weird noise I heard that night?"

"Only you can hear, others can't, don't you understand, Harry." Hermione suddenly lowered her voice, and looked around nervously, guarding against anyone who could hear their discussion.

A bone-chilling chill suddenly enveloped Harry, even colder than the night of the Deathday party. His hands and feet were icy cold, his voice seemed to be suppressed by something, and his speech became difficult: "You mean, Parseltongue..."

Ron suddenly showed a dazed look and looked at Harry in horror.

"Let's talk in an empty classroom that's empty."

Hermione closed "Hogwarts: A School History", put the thesis into her schoolbag, and walked quickly to the door.

Ron's eyes were glued to the paper, watching her back anxiously: "I still have two inches left to write."

"Let's go!" Harry eagerly crumpled up everything, stuffed it into his schoolbag, and pulled Ron to follow.

The three of them got into an abandoned, empty classroom in the corridor on the right of the library.

"It has the ability to petrify and is a snake-like creature. With these two clues, I will soon be able to find out what kind of monster is in the chamber of secrets." Hermione is fully confident.

Ron was still repeating that sentence: "I knew Salazar Slytherin was a perverted old madman."

Harry's heart was heavy, and he felt his cold limbs were becoming as heavy as his heart. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Parseltongue, Heir of Slytherin...

Harry had never doubted himself so much before the Sorting Hat had seriously considered sorting him into Slytherin.When he put the hat on his head a year ago, the little voice whispering in his ear suddenly became clear, "You're going to be great, you know, in a single thought, Slytherin will help you to be great , there is no doubt..."

He wondered if he was really the heir of Slytherin.

Believe in yourself, believe in your friends...

Dumbledore's gentle voice pushed away the Sorting Hat's introduction to Slytherin, which made Harry feel better.

Then he became puzzled again, did Dumbledore expect that he would doubt himself?
"And spiders!" Ron emphasized the clues about monsters. He was very impressed by spiders. "The spiders in the castle were so scared that they all ran away. Last year, Voldemort didn't have such a big deterrent in the castle."

Hermione recorded the clues: "Spiders, petrification, snakes..."

Harry looked at the two little friends, struggled for a moment, and asked, "You guys, do you believe that I am not the heir of Slytherin? I mean, I can speak Parseltongue, and the Sorting Hat also wanted to sort me into Slytherin house."

Ron looked at him strangely, seeming very puzzled: "Why don't you believe it, didn't we stay together that night?"

Hermione seemed to see his worry, but didn't say much: "I'm going to the library to look up some books about monster maps. If you two are free, come and help me sort out the materials."

With that said, she got up and walked out of the empty classroom.

Harry felt the weight that had been weighing on his heart from just now suddenly lifted, and his breathing became easy and smooth again.

With a free and easy smile, he followed in the footsteps of his friend, "I think there is something wrong with Malfoy's words, he jumped out at the first time..."

……

On the other side, Dumbledore brought Loren to the principal's office.

This round office is still familiar to Loren. There are many exquisite silverware placed on the slender-legged table. They rotate and emit small puffs of smoke. Dozing off in their respective photo frames.

It’s just that the Phoenix Fox seems to be sick. It leans weakly on the gilded tree branch. One-third of the feathers on its body have fallen off, revealing a piece of bare, ugly skin. The dense pores are like small bumps that make the scalp numb .

Loren thought that Fox was a little ugly, but now he looks even uglier.

Sensing his impolite gaze, Fox forced his neck to yell at him a few times, his voice dry and hoarse, as if he was suffocating.

Noticing that his voice had changed, Fox suddenly became depressed. He folded his wings and paws into a corner, and looked at Loren with sad eyes.The aggrieved look is pitiful and funny,

In the blink of an eye, the phoenix lost a few more feathers.Loren looked at the principal: "Is it really okay for Fox to look like this?"

"Well, I've always told it to act quickly and complete Nirvana earlier, but it doesn't want to become what it was when it was a child." Dumbledore showed a helpless smile, "I guess it will be delayed until around Christmas."

Dumbledore sat down on the high-backed chair behind the desk. He poured two cups of tea and handed one to Loren.

He seemed to be hesitating about something.

Loren waited without saying a word.

After a long silence, Dumbledore slowly opened his mouth: "Loren, you already know about the Horcrux, don't you?"

You have been doing it for a long time just to say this?

"Yes principal, I know that the diary is Voldemort's Horcrux, and the diadem is also Voldemort's Horcrux. If there is no accident, he has more Horcruxes. Don't worry, I kept it a secret for you and did not leak it out." Loren finished chirping.

The refining of horcruxes also belongs to the category of alchemy. He learned from the most knowledgeable alchemists for hundreds of years, and it is normal to know horcruxes.Coupled with the incident in the diary before the start of school, even if he didn't know the plot, he could easily draw these conclusions.

Dumbledore had already expected this situation, and he felt a little more relaxed when he heard the words. He leisurely began to talk about what he wanted to say: "During the summer vacation, I visited Mr. Bob Ogden, who was working in the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic. , The case he took over is related to Voldemort's mother's family. Mr. Ogden is very old and not in good health, but fortunately, when I found him, he was still able to talk to me soberly."

Loren picked up his teacup and took a sip... Dumbledore babbled a lot, he only remembered a man named Bob Ogden, who was dying.

"From him, I learned that there might be clues of Horcruxes in a place, or even hidden Horcruxes. I wanted to go there alone to investigate."

Well, Dumbledore found Gaunt's ancestral home.

"However, on a moonlit night, I was adding chocolate to the hot cocoa, you know, the elves don't put enough chocolate in the hot cocoa they make at night, they think it's unhealthy."

Loren drank the tea with a blank expression, his eyes were empty, and he watched Dumbledore's beard move with his lips.

"After drinking that cup of hot cocoa, I suddenly felt that I should take you with me." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he took a shallow sip of tea.

The tea in Loren's teacup had already been drunk. He put down the teacup and looked at Dumbledore with distaste: "Principal, next time you talk about things, you can ignore the process and just tell me the conclusion."

"As you get older, you will always be more verbose unconsciously." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "Do you have any questions?"

"I don't have a question about Voldemort, but—if I can leave the castle, principal, can you take me to Windsor Castle, where I haven't got the unicorn horn yet," Loren said.

……

In a corner of the library.

"Compound decoction!" Loren looked at the three of them in a daze.

I was only away for half an hour just now, wasn't it half a day?

Why did you lock Malfoy as the suspect when you came back after a delay?
"Even if it's not Malfoy, it must be a student in Slytherin House. As long as we get in, we can find out the news." Hermione replied.

Ron propped his hands on the table and said excitedly: "Yes! Hermione came up with the idea that we use compound potion to transform into the appearance of Malfoy's two servants, so that we can get information about the Chamber of Secrets! "

Harry nodded: "That's right, Hermione did the math, we probably only have to break fifty school rules."

Just use, violate school rules, fifty rules...

Loren recited these key words silently, leaned closer and stared at Hermione with squinted eyes: "Hermione, blink if you are threatened."

"Stop joking!" Hermione pushed his face away, pulled a piece of parchment and calculated carefully, "The recipe for Compound Potion is in "Powerful Potion" in the restricted area, we have to find a way to get a professor's autograph approval slip, so that the book can be checked out from the library."

She wrote and drew on the parchment, thinking to herself:

"But we have no reason to borrow that book."

"Maybe there is some hope if we pretend to be interested in the theory."

"But there are no professors who wouldn't be so easily fooled..."

Looking up, Hermione found that the three of them were staring at her strangely, she subconsciously shrank towards Loren: "Is there any problem?"

"Hermione—" Loren sighed, "You have all decided to violate the school rules, why don't you go to the restricted area at night to steal the formula?"

Ron nodded in agreement: "Yeah, I remember we saw that book last night."

"..."

Hermione fell silent.

In the field of violating school rules, Hermione is still too young, and she is subconsciously still a serious little wizard.

Harry noticed Loren's words and looked at him suspiciously: "You mean 'you'? "

"Yes, you guys! I am a good student who abides by the law, so I don't want to go out with you at night. If I don't report you, it's my utmost benevolence." Loren's face was full of righteousness, and his body seemed to be shining with brilliance.

Hermione, Harry and Ron: ? ? ?
Are you law-abiding?
Who inspired their first night out?

Who was it that lured Hermione into the restricted section of the library?

The three looked at each other, nodded together, and reached an agreement between the eyes.

Twelve midnight.

In the boundless darkness, under the witness of the bright stars and the moon, the world has come to a new day.The common room was empty, and in the dormitory, the little wizard who hadn't slept could hear the bells ringing outside.

In a boy's dormitory in Gryffindor, Neville's snoring sounded in the dormitory, and Seamus huddled under the quilt and fell asleep.

Harry and Ron got up from the four-poster bed, met their eyes in the darkness by the moonlight, got out of the bed tacitly, and tiptoed to Loren's bed without making a sound.

The two carefully grabbed the four corners of the quilt, and suddenly squeezed together, tightly wrapping the person in the quilt.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Loren covered himself in the quilt and let out a "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Carrying the bundled quilt together, the two stumbled down the spiral staircase to the Gryffindor common room.There was still some embers flickering in the fireplace, and the armchairs seemed to be black shadows.

A lamp flicked on, and Hermione was waiting for them in a chair in her sky blue pajamas.

"I leave it to you." After Harry and Ron finished speaking, they put down the quilt and walked towards the portrait hole to open the door of the lounge.

"It's too much, you actually want to force me to join you!" Loren broke free from the quilt and saw Hermione standing beside him at a glance.

He was heartbroken: "I thought you were a good student like me, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, Hermione Granger, you have thick eyebrows and big eyes..."

Before he finished speaking, Hermione, who was expressionless, couldn't bear the perpetrator anymore. She grabbed Loren's shoulders and led him out.The merits of Gryffindor's gift are clearly revealed at this moment.

An unknown fragrance wafted from the girl's pajamas, and Loren became quiet all of a sudden, but he still stiffened his neck, showing that he was forced, and was taken out of the lounge just like that.

"The beauty of Qingben... is strong..."

Loren chanted all the way, Harry and Ron pretended not to hear, if Hermione was impatient, she would use a little force on the arm that clamped him, and Loren wouldn't say weird things when he was in pain.

The library was pitch-dark, and Hermione touched the restricted area with a familiar lamp, took down the "Powerful Potion" from the shelf, and copied the page on Polyjuice Potion.

"Lacewings boiled for 21 days, sap grass picked at the full moon, bicorn horn, African tree snake skin..." Loren reviewed the function of each medicine while looking at the formula.

Yes, he had learned Polyjuice Potion from Snape last year, and he knew it by heart.

He didn't say that he wanted to tease Hermione before, but now that he has come to the library, Hermione is already halfway through the copying process, so he dare not speak out for fear of being beaten.

"Boom!" A very slight voice sounded from behind a certain bookshelf.

Sneaking away behind bookshelves, it couldn't be the professors or Filch, it was someone else, or something.

Loren and Harry turned their heads to look at the bookshelf almost at the same time, with their hands on their wands, the spells of Piercing and Disarming were on their lips, ready to have a big one at any time.

Ron and Hermione didn't notice the difference, but they both reacted to their guarding movements and held their wands in their hands.

Loren looked at Harry, and slightly tilted his head as a gesture.The two confirmed each other's intentions, one turned to the left, the other turned to the right, and walked slowly towards the bookshelf.

In the dark and silent library, their breathing echoed in each other's ears.

After slowly approaching, the two speeded up their movements at the same time, stood up and jumped out of the bookshelf, pointing out their wands.

"Nothing?" Harry looked at the empty space in front of him in surprise.

Hermione stepped forward to check carefully for a while, reached out to move the books on the bookshelf, and then retracted: "I heard it just now. However, this is the restricted area, maybe it is the sound made by these strange books."

The books in the restricted section are always strange, and many books can make sounds.

There were no other abnormalities, and several people also accepted this rhetoric, and returned to the original place to continue copying the formula of the compound decoction.

Loren turned his head and looked thoughtfully at the place where the light sound came from.The sound just now seemed a bit like the sound of apparition.

He shook his head and put the thought behind him. Only Dumbledore could teleport in the castle, obviously he was thinking too much.

After copying, Loren, Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked out of the library, discussing what to do next while returning to the lounge.

"Lacewings, leeches, sapweed, and two-eared grass," Hermione pointed at the ingredients one by one with her finger, "these are all easy to get, there are student lockers in the Potions classroom, we can use them ourselves... ..."

"There is also a little something on the target person." She paused, and continued to read the following ingredients: "Powdered bicorn horn, African tree snake snake skin fragments, these two materials are difficult to get, We need to think of other ways.”

Harry and Ron didn't even pay attention to what materials were in the student lockers, they could only watch Hermione figure out what to do.

"There must be some in Snape's storage room, let's find a way to go in and get some." Hermione's nimble eyes rolled around.

"Professor Snape is researching a new potion formula recently. He collected all the bicorn horns and stored them separately. Even if you sneak into the storage room, you can't find them." Loren sighed helplessly. "Forget it, let me find the ingredients for the compound decoction."

Hermione pursed her lips and smiled: "Aren't you not going with us?"

"I obtained the materials in a legitimate way, but I didn't violate the school rules..."

"You went on a night tour."

"You threatened me!"

The group returned to the Gryffindor common room laughing and laughing. After getting into the hole, Harry looked back strangely. He had a strange feeling of being watched along the way.

Someone behind, in an invisible corner or in the shadows...

He often felt this way when he was walking at night or when he was alone. He just thought that the night in the castle was too deserted and lonely, so he didn't take it to heart.This feeling disappeared after entering the lounge, as if the line of sight that had been following was blocked outside the portrait hole.

The next day, Myrtle's girls bathroom.

"The crucible, the stirring spoon..." Loren took out a whole set of equipment needed to make the compound soup from the suitcase, and then took out the ingredients for ten servings of the compound soup.

No one asked him how he got it, everyone knew that Loren had a good relationship with Snape.

"Sap grass, sap grass, each is collected on the day of the full moon." Hermione counted the materials, with a satisfied smile on her face.

She has long had a problem with the practical operation of the potion class. Any potion can only be prepared once, no matter whether it is successful or not, there is no second chance.

It's all right now, with a total of ten materials, I have never fought such a rich battle.

"Please tell me, why do we brew potions in the women's bathroom in broad daylight?" Ron leaned against the wall, his eyes looked around, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

It always felt like someone would rush into the women's bathroom at any moment and find the four perverts.

wrong.

Three.

Hermione was a girl, she wouldn't be considered a pervert.

"Because no one will disturb us here." Hermione had already set up the cauldron, filled it with water and began to boil the lacewings.

Harry was not uncomfortable, looking at the steaming cauldron and asked, "How long will it take to configure it?"

Hermione recalled the cooking process in the recipe, and estimated: "The lacewings will be boiled for 21 days, um, counting other things, about a month."

"One month?" Harry unconsciously raised his voice, remembering that they were in the women's room now, and lowered his voice again, "Hermione, if Malfoy is really the heir, one month is enough for him to send half of the Muggle wizards to school It's the hospital."

"It's okay," Loren reassured, "The school hospital can accommodate you."

Hermione couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, am I discussing with you the problem of whether the school hospital can't accommodate you?I'm talking about the little wizard!

Ron came over and put his shoulders on his shoulders: "Hey, Harry, there is no other way now, let professional people do professional things. You should concentrate on preparing for Saturday's Quidditch now."

Harry's eyes widened at once, and he pulled Ron to go out: "I forgot that there is Quidditch training today, Wood must be crazy now!"

"If you can crash Malfoy into the hospital on Saturday, we won't have to worry about it."

"Using Ronsky's feint..."

They're really thinking about the viability of the plan.

Loren watched Hermione stirring clockwise in the cauldron with a notebook in one hand and a stirring spoon in the other, and fell into a deep silence.

Stone hammer, Snape was talking about you.

He knelt down and held Hermione's hand, guiding her to master the rhythm of stirring: "You stop for 15 minutes every 3 cycles of stirring, which can reduce the cooking time by three days."

turn, stop...

turn, stop...

Wait a minute, Hermione reacted belatedly: "Do you know how to make compound potion?"

"That's right, Snape taught me how to make Polyjuice Potion last year, but all the potions were used to pay off debts."

Hermione's fist was hard again: "Then Mr. Morgan, why didn't you say it during the night tour last night?"

"You didn't even ask."

Hermione was so angry that her teeth were itching, she couldn't help but punched him, right in the middle of the mouth.She threw away the mixing spoon and threw it to him: "Then you boil it!"

Loren took the stirring spoon: "This is a time-consuming potion. If I were to cook it, the time would not be too early. Why don't I guide you to do it, and you can accumulate experience."

So Hermione snatched back the mixing spoon.

Loren instructed Hermione to make Polyjuice Potion in the women's bathroom, Ron accompanied Harry in Quidditch training, and planned to crash Malfoy into the infirmary by the way.

The days went on like this day by day, practicing spells, reciting the knowledge points of transfiguration, and occasionally being beaten by herbs in the greenhouse during herbal medicine class.The little wizards were all busy with their own affairs. The turmoil caused by Mrs. Norris's attack quickly subsided, and the school returned to its former calm.

This peaceful day continued until Saturday, the first Quidditch match of the school year, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

It was fine before dawn, and Harry tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep. He opened his eyes and looked at the sky outside through the window, watching the dark sky become gray, and the gray gradually faded...

As soon as the morning light shone into the dormitory, he got up, got dressed, and went downstairs to eat early.

When he arrived at the auditorium, he found that the other players of the Gryffindor team were already sitting at the empty long table, even the twins were inside, stuffing bread into their mouths in silence, without saying a word.

Looking at them, Harry said silently in his heart: Must win!
The brewing of potions is inseparable from people. Loren and Hermione couldn't come to the scene to cheer for Gryffindor, but when they had breakfast in the auditorium, Loren didn't babble as usual.

Like every little wizard in Gryffindor, he hopes that the players will be in good spirits before going on the field.

I don't know if he got up too early, Harry felt his head was in a trance, one moment he felt that the time was so difficult and so long, and the next moment it was time to start the game.

He followed the team into the dressing room, donning bright red Gryffindor robes.

Wood said a lot of morale-boosting words in the locker room, and Harry heard four words clearly-must win!
The air in the middle of the stadium was humid and hot, and the audience seats were full of cheers and applause for them. Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs wanted to see Slytherin defeated, and the waves of sound surged through the space from all directions. Into Harry's ears, there was some distortion.

Ms. Hooch's Voice: "Listen to my whistle, three-two-one-"

……

Malfoy's voice: "Are you all right, Scarhead?"

……

Fred's voice: "Someone tampered with the Bludger!"

……

Throughout the next game, the sound of the Bludger flying around and padding the air followed him closely.Then there was the sound of raindrops falling all over the sky, pouring down, splashing...

After the Bludger broke his arm, the searing pain dulled his mind even more, and he heard Lee Jordan commenting: "The Slytherins lead, sixty to zero."

In the hazy heavy rain, Harry caught a glimpse of a golden light flashing ahead, and had only one thought in mind: to rush to Malfoy.

In a daze, his fingers seemed to have caught the Snitch. After that, there was a long and short feeling of weightlessness, and the voice behind him became even more indistinct.

The sound of Colin's camera.

……

Wood's voice: "We won!"

……

"Don't worry, Harry. I'm just going to fix your arm." Lockhart's voice fell, and a strange, very uncomfortable feeling went from Harry's shoulder to his fingertips like lightning, as if his The arm is being pumped out.

Then he passed out...

That afternoon, Loren and Hermione, who had brewed the potion for a day, returned to the Gryffindor common room and heard several versions of the story.

Harry's arm was broken by the Bludger, and he fell from a height, causing a comminuted fracture of his arm.Fortunately, Professor Lockhart knew a rare magic spell, which helped Harry pull out the bone fragments in his arm in time to prevent the fragments from flowing back into the heart from the blood vessels, which would cause Harry to die suddenly.

This is the version passed on by Lockhart.

Lockhart kept a species of bone-eating Indian caterpillars, which ate Harry's bones.

This is the version passed by Luna.

The last one is the truth that Ron told them when he just came back from the infirmary: "Lockhart's idiot! Lockhart's spell took out Harry's hand bone. Harry was just a simple broken bone. Pomfret Ms Ray was able to connect Harry's bones in a second, and now he needs to lie in the infirmary overnight."

……

The next day, when Loren and Hermione were making Polyjuice Potion in the bathroom on the third floor, they saw Harry, who was brought by Ron and stretched one arm.

"After I was injured, you didn't come to the school infirmary to take a look at me." Harry looked at the two aggrievedly, his physical injury made him a little sensitive.

Loren and Hermione were at a loss for a while, and Loren said blankly: "I thought it would not be a serious injury to lie in the school infirmary for one night. I mean, we lay in bed for longer last semester."

That being said, this was indeed not the worst injury Harry had ever suffered, but he was still wronged: "You don't even care if my bones grow back?"

Ron shook his stiff, newly grown arm, gritted his teeth and said, "Get to the point!"

"Remember Dobby the house-elf who intercepted my mail before school started? He came to see me last night."

Harry restrained his emotions, pulled himself together, and talked about the news he heard last night, "He said that horrible things will happen at Hogwarts, history will repeat itself, and the chamber of secrets will be opened again. In order to prevent me from being killed , he sealed off the walls of the station, and he also tampered with the Bludger during Quidditch to get me out of school injured."

Hermione was thoughtful, so...has the Chamber of Secrets ever been opened...

Ron roared angrily: "It was he who caused me to be imprisoned for a month, and my hands would cramp after wiping the trophies! And Bludger, the way he prevents you from being killed is to kill you first ?"

Harry didn't have much anger, he couldn't, because of another incident that happened last night: "Colin was attacked, on his way to see me in the infirmary. He's now with Mrs. Norris Same, lying stiffly in the school infirmary."

"Huh?" Ron froze for a moment.

Hermione's hand stirring the cauldron froze for a moment, disrupting the peaceful eddy in the cauldron.

Looking at the sad look on Harry's face, Loren stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, it's fine, Dumbledore will heal him."

"Now," Loren turned his shoulders and made him face the exit, "go and join your teammates and enjoy the fruits of victory! You must know that George and Fred endured the postponement of the celebration party for one day because of you. Woolen cloth."

His eyes signaled Ron to take Harry away.

"One more thing!" Harry walked to the door and turned his head, looking seriously at Loren, "The person in the library that night was Dobby, he could teleport in school, and he said let's be careful, the school And other house-elves coming in from outside."

The news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and now lay dead in the school on Monday morning spread through the school at once, causing a great panic.There were rumors flying around in the school, everyone was suspicious, and even when going to the toilet between classes, three or five people had to be invited together.

In this way, in the invisible panic, the time came to the Friday agreed by Loren and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore said to be prepared, but Loren felt that traveling with Dumbledore required nothing.The best way to encounter danger is to hide behind the principal. If this cannot be stopped, then other preparations are useless.

The middle-aged version of Dumbledore stood by the perch behind the door, plucking Fox's fur while he was not paying attention, trying to speed up the phoenix's nirvana in this way.

Loren saw this scene as soon as he walked into the office empty-handed, and he complained silently in his heart that Fox was trusting no one.

Dumbledore picked up the black suede Derby hat hanging on the perch, and smiled at Loren, "Let's go."

　Finally made it up
　　
　
(End of this chapter)