Hogwarts passer-by professor

Chapter 104 After the Holidays (Please subscribe)

After the Christmas vacation, the little wizards returned to Hogwarts again.

Perhaps it was because of the holiday that the depressive atmosphere in Hogwarts was no longer there.However, when the little wizards learned that Hermione had appeared in the school hospital after her disappearance, they all naturally assumed that she had also been attacked.

However, this "misunderstanding" caused by the little wizards made Harry less eye-catching.Because many people knew that Harry and Hermione had a good relationship, Hermione was attacked, which made many young wizards think that it was not Harry who did it.

So by the way, many young wizards believe that Harry is no longer the heir to the Chamber of Secrets.

But because Harry revealed that he was a Parselmouth, even though his suspicions were lowered, he was still the biggest suspect.

Previously, Hufflepuff's Ernie had been claiming that "Justin leaked the truth in front of Harry Potter that he was born a Muggle, which led Harry to attack Justin." thing.

But after Hermione was "attacked", Ernie's movements also stopped a lot.

In this case, the little wizards would choose to walk by the school hospital door after class, wanting to take a look at her.

But fortunately, the curtain on the hospital bed could block Hermione. Otherwise, if everyone saw her turning into a "cat-headed person", Hermione would probably drop out of school in shame.

Of course, lying in a hospital bed didn't mean Hermione would always rest.After the new semester started, Harry and Ron would bring homework to Hermione every night so that she could catch up on it.

"If I grow a beard on my cheeks, then I can rest and don't have to do my homework!" Ron couldn't help complaining to Harry every night when he saw Hermione lying on the hospital bed still having to do her homework. One sentence.

"Don't be stupid, Hermione will never miss her homework!" Although Harry also felt that this was a matter of course, he knew that Hermione would not take the opportunity to be lazy.

Fortunately, after a few weeks, Hermione's condition has improved a lot.Not only did the hair on his face disappear, but his eyes also turned brown again.

"Have you found any new clues?" Hermione's tone was a little brisk, but she lowered her voice to prevent Madam Pomfrey from hearing.

"No!" Harry's voice was slightly deep, looking obviously frustrated.

"Hagrid must know something." Ron put forward his point of view.

"But you all said that the professors all knew about Hagrid's expulsion, but Hagrid is still staying at Hogwarts, which means he is definitely not the heir to the Chamber of Secrets." Although Hermione also felt that she could know something from Hagrid. What, but judging by how convinced the professors seem to be that Hagrid isn't the murderer, their plan doesn't seem to be working.

"Yes, the professors all trust Hagrid, so Hagrid must have been wronged!" Harry looked thoughtful.

"In other words, the real heir to the Chamber of Secrets blamed the attack on Hagrid? The current heir to the Chamber of Secrets blamed the attack on Harry?" Ron couldn't help but swallowed, and even turned to look at it. Looking around, it seemed as if the heir to the Chamber of Secrets would be picked at any moment.

"But Hagrid is not a student of Slytherin House, and he also has giant blood, so he cannot be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin!" Hermione couldn't help but point out.

"Doesn't that mean that Harry, who has been exposed as a Parselmouth, can't clear himself of suspicion - I mean, if the real murderer is not found?" Ron said with a worried look.

"If Hagrid is expelled because he was wrongly accused, it means that the true heir to the Chamber of Secrets has not been found! He is still hiding in Hogwarts!" The worry on Harry's face became more obvious.

"If there is another attack, will Harry be expelled and imprisoned in Azkaban?" Ron looked at Harry, with not only worry but also a hint of sympathy on his face.

"Stop talking nonsense, Professor Dumbledore and others believe that Harry is not the murderer!" Thinking of the professors' attitude towards Harry, Hermione directly denied the possibility that Ron said.

"Oh, yes, that's right!" The worry disappeared from Ron's face.

"However, I think we still need to find the heir to the Chamber of Secrets hidden in Hogwarts, so that we can prevent the attack from happening and remove Harry's suspicion!" Hermione suggested a way to solve the problem.

However, it is almost impossible for a few people to find the hidden murderer.After all, it was Voldemort's diary that was really causing trouble.

"I think we don't have to worry too much, Professor Dumbledore will take care of it all!" Ron comforted Harry as they were about to go to the library.

Since Snape gave them too much homework, they had to spend more time writing it.

However, just after Ron finished speaking, an angry shout came from upstairs.

"Filch's voice!" Harry whispered, looking at the stairs around the corner suspiciously.

"Has someone been attacked again?" Ron, who had just said not to worry, immediately became nervous.Then, he and Harry stood motionless on the corner, then poked their heads in Filch's direction.

"You're causing me trouble again, as if I don't have enough work to do. No! I'm going to find Dumbledore -" Filch's voice faded away, and then there was a violent slamming of the door, and Filch Qi's voice completely disappeared.

After hearing the sound disappear, Harry and Ron looked at each other, and then quietly came to the place where Filch usually stood guard.

When they saw where Mrs. Norris was petrified and a large puddle of water even spread over half of the corridor, they understood why Filch was yelling.

Obviously, this level of water accumulation would really take a long time for Filch to dry out.But it seemed that water was still seeping out from under the crack of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom door.

To Harry and Ron's surprise, after Filch's yelling died away, there was the cry of a weeping Myrtle from the bathroom.

"It doesn't look like anyone was attacked—" Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go over and see what's wrong with her." Harry said, and then he and Ron lifted up their robes and walked through the water towards the door of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

After entering, the two discovered that the current was too strong and had extinguished all the candles around them.The bathroom was dimly lit, and the floor and walls were equally damp.

"What's the matter, Myrtle?" Harry asked, fighting back the piercing cry of the crying Myrtle.

"Who are you?" Moaning Myrtle emerged from the toilet where she was hiding. "Are you going to hit me with something again?"

"Why would I hit you with something?" Harry didn't understand what was happening.

"Don't ask me." Myrtle shouted and emerged, spurting out a larger stream of water, splashing on the already soaked floor. "I'm staying here well, thinking about myself. Problem, someone thought it would be funny to throw a book at me—"

"But even if someone throws something at you, it won't hurt you." Harry looked back at Ron and said, "I mean, that thing can go right through you, right?" no?"

Unexpectedly, Harry's words annoyed Myrtle, she puffed up all of a sudden, and screamed: "Let everyone hit Myrtle with books, because she can't feel it at all! If you hit her If it hits her belly, it gets ten points! If it hits her head, it gets fifty points! Isn’t it a very cute game! I don’t think so!”

"Well, who hit you with a book?" Harry changed the subject.

"I don't know, I was sitting on the toilet seat, and the book suddenly fell from my head!" Myrtle glared at Harry, "It was right there, soaked in water!"

Harry looked in the direction Myrtle pointed and saw a black-covered diary lying on the floor under the sink.

Just when Harry reached out to pick it up, Ron stopped him on the excuse that it was too dangerous; by the way, Ron also gave him an example his father had said.

For example, some of the books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic will burn your eyes if you read them.Once you take a look at some books, you will never be able to put them down.I even read a book called "The Wizard's Sonnets", and then I could only speak in five-line limericks for the rest of my life.

"But someone used it to hit myrtle, which means it's not that dangerous, right!" Harry's thinking was very clear, and he picked up the diary.

(End of this chapter)