days at Hogwarts

Chapter 203 The Third Attack

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Harry didn't leave immediately after breakfast. He pulled Ron to sit on the long table in Gryffindor, and looked towards the long table in Hufflepuff from time to time, scaring the little wizards over there so that they couldn't eat anymore. .

According to Hermione, he wanted to find Justin and make it clear to him.

Once again, Harry didn't look around, and instead of finding Justin, he saw many terrified little Hufflepuff wizards.

"They can rest assured, at least I won't suddenly summon the basilisk during breakfast and make them all the basilisk's breakfast!" Harry bit off the bread on the fork, gnashing his teeth, his mouth seemed to be chewing. Not bread, but the flesh of those who doubted him.

Ron glanced at him and spread his hands: "Maybe Justin is too scared to leave the dormitory, we can't wait for him here."

"What the heck, I can't break into the Hufflepuff common room," Harry said angrily.

Ron said helplessly: "When our two colleges have classes together——"

"Harry! Ron!" Rolf suddenly slipped to sit next to them, carefully looking around, "I have something important to tell you."

Rolf's grandfather studied all kinds of magical animals. It was only with his help last time that Harry and Ron discovered that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was a basilisk.

Rolf found him, but it was...

Harry's eyes lit up, and the thoughts in his mind blurted out: "Have you found a way to deal with the basilisk!"

Hearing this, Ron's eyes lit up.

But Rolf didn't have a look of joy on his face. Instead, he looked heavy. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Do you still remember what happened between Hagrid and my grandpa?"

Hagrid and Newt Scamander?

I have a little impression that it seems that Scamander traveled through Hogwarts and gave Hagrid an egg of an acromantula. Hagrid hatched an acromantula in the storage room of the school - Arago gram.Later, this incident was discovered by the Ministry of Magic, and Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts and expelled from the campus by breaking his wand.

Harry had always felt that the punishment in this matter was too harsh and unfair to Hagrid.

Fortunately, Dumbledore helped Hagrid restore his wand and took Hagrid in as a gamekeeper.

"My grandpa felt very guilty about this incident. He wrote to a friend of his, who works in the Education Department of the Ministry of Magic, hoping to help Hagrid get rid of the crime. You know, the judge has the crime of keeping dangerous animals. Sufficient discretion.”

"Praise Mr. Newt!" Harry hurriedly asked, "And then, was it successful?"

Rolf took a deep look at him and shook his head: "My grandfather's friend checked the files from that year, and the matter is not as simple as raising dangerous animals."

For some reason, these words made Harry's heart flutter suddenly, and he vaguely guessed something.

"It is recorded in the file that Rubeus Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets and released the monsters in the Chamber of Secrets, resulting in the death of Myrtle Warren. It was only because of insufficient evidence that Hagrid was not imprisoned."

Harry's breath caught, he'd known for a long time that Hagrid had an unlucky fondness for gigantic monsters.

During their time at Hogwarts last year, Hagrid had tried to feed a dragon in his cabin, and if it wasn't for the help of Loren and Sir Nicholas, they might now have their wands broken and be banished from the castle too.Perhaps this is a good thing for Hagrid, he may have a few more helpers to guard the Forbidden Forest.And the big dog with three heads, which he called "Lu Wei", also impressed them deeply.

Harry believed that the kind-hearted Hagrid would never intentionally kill people, but he also believed that if the 13-year-old Hagrid heard that there was a "cute" big guy hidden in a room in the castle, Hagrid would definitely try everything Way to take a look at it.

Hagrid might have thought that it was a pity that the big, cute creature had been imprisoned for thousands of years, and that it should be given a chance to move its limbs.

Harry fell into deep distress... What to do, the murderer he has been looking for may be his friend.

"Honestly, I still don't think Hagrid will be the heir of Slytherin." Ron wrinkled his small face tightly, tangled up in doubt about his life, "Hagrid, Slytherin... oh! I really can't put this The two are joined together."

Rolf took a sip of milk and breathed a sigh of relief: "My grandpa thinks so too, it involves another person, Tom—"

Just when he was about to continue talking, Dumbledore came to them at some point and interrupted their conversation with a smile: "Ha, news from Newt. Rolf, your grandfather mentioned me?"

"Principal Dumbledore!" Rolf was stunned for a moment before hesitatingly said, "Yes, my grandfather often mentioned you, and he asked me to say hello to you."

Dumbledore was wearing a spacious gray cloth robe, and his kind and gentle eyes were partly blocked by crescent-shaped glasses, which looked a little more mysterious. His light blue eyes had extraordinary penetrating power: "Just , I have a letter that I need you to forward to him for me, can you wait for me in the principal's office first? I want to talk to Harry."

"Of course, Headmaster Dumbledore." Rolf gave Harry a look, beckoning him to take care of himself, then turned around and left.

"By the way, today's password is butter beer." Dumbledore added, and then sat down next to Harry and Ron.

"Look, look, Headmaster Dumbledore must be reviewing Harry Potter!"

"He will be caught in Azkaban soon!"

"We're safe."

"Great, great..."

The voices from the other long tables buzzed into Harry's ears like summer pests, making him a little irritable.

Annoyed, sad, indignant, wronged...

Harry restrained all kinds of emotions welling up in his heart, recalling Snape's unwavering voice, and wanted to speak in that tone, but the soreness at the tip of his nose reminded him that he might cry as soon as he opened his mouth .

Ron's butt moved uncomfortably on the stool, and he held back for a long time before he said, "Principal Dumbledore, do you also think Harry is the heir of Slytherin?"

"Ron!" cried Dumbledore, "I don't think Harry attacked those people."

Harry noticed that Dumbledore had deliberately raised his voice so that many of the young wizards in the Great Hall could hear him.His heart slowly fell to the ground, and his breathing became much smoother.

"You think it's not me, Professor?" Harry asked hopefully.

"No, Harry, I don't think so."

Both Harry and Ron smiled easily.

Dumbledore took a clean dinner plate and began to put food on the plate, bread, bacon, grilled mushrooms...

"Remember what I said, trust yourself, trust your friends."

Until the plate was full, Dumbledore picked up the knife and fork and touched it, the metal trembled: "But I still want to talk to you, I have to ask you, Harry, do you have anything to do?" Willing to tell me? Anything."

Of course, about the relationship between Malfoy and the Chamber of Secrets, about the opening of the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago, about Hagrid and the Basilisk...

Harry remembered the Polyjuice Potion still simmering in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and Harry opened his mouth. He said, "No, nothing, sir."

Ron's eyes widened in surprise.

Dumbledore sighed deeply, looking at the food on the plate with some regrets, he thought the conversation time would be enough for him to eat these things slowly.

Harry pulled Ron up and nodded slightly at Dumbledore: "Professor, eat slowly, Ron and I will go first."

The two quickly ran out of the auditorium, and their figures disappeared at the corner of the corridor, leaving only sporadic words:

"Why didn't you tell Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Don't tell him, as long as we find out the real heir, everything will come to light."

On a rare sunny day in winter, the bathroom window is wide open, and the clear skylight shines in through the glass, making the whole room bright.The sun rose slowly, and the sun became brighter and brighter.The dimmed panes make people more sleepy.

Loren can fall asleep anywhere, but he doesn't sleep deeply. After replenishing his energy, he slowly wakes up.

He felt himself leaning against a soft back pillow, the scent of hair, laundry detergent and shower gel, and a faint milk scent.

Loren found himself leaning against Hermione's back, the girl supporting him to sleep like a backrest.Loren intends to continue to sleep with her eyes closed, but the room is too bright, and she can't fall back asleep when she wakes up.

"Are you awake?"

Hermione noticed the movement behind her, turned her head to meet his eyes, her tone was calm, the blush on her cheeks showed that the girl's heart was not so peaceful, "You are staggering in your sleep, and you always want to lie on the ground. I think The bathroom floor is not clean, so I let you sleep next to me."

The soft touch and the girl's smell are like clear sunshine, completely sweeping away the haze in Loren's heart.

"Thank you." Loren grinned, stood up and stretched his limbs, his muscles and joints felt a pleasant soreness.

Hermione had figured it out while he was sleeping, and if Loren didn't want to mention it, she wouldn't.As if she didn't know about that, she talked about the progress of the compound potion: "I can make it well before the Christmas holiday, I think it through, and stay at school this Christmas holiday, how about you?"

"Then I'll stay at school too." Loren squatted down and stirred the potion in the crucible with a stirring spoon, "Remember to write a letter to my family in advance."

"I'll write it when I get back at night, and you write it too, and let Hanhan send it back together."

"Ah."

There were only a few sunny days. After that day, the endless dark clouds quickly covered the sky. The clouds became thicker and the weather became colder.Soon, the first snow of the winter of 1992 enveloped Hogwarts, and it never stopped.

Unexpectedly, even though the first event met the definition of failure in all aspects, the Dueling Club was still established, and even successfully held the second and third events.

In the second event, Lockhart invited Professor McGonagall to demonstrate the application of various exquisite deformation techniques in duels.Carpets, wine glasses, and even an ordinary stone on the ground can be transformed into various ferocious beasts, becoming the key points that dominate the outcome of a duel.

In the third event, Lockhart invited Professor Flitwick, and the little wizards saw another style of fighting.All kinds of spells come at your fingertips, and they are not very powerful, but the timing and angle of release are very delicate, and the effect of each spell is perfectly played.

Of course, the most attractive thing is the practice of little wizards in the same grade. The little wizards of Gryffindor and Slytherin are trying their best to beat each other. If the professor is not watching over them, every time a little wizard will be sent to the school doctor room.

But these have nothing to do with Loren, Harry and others. They waited for the Polyjuice Potion to be released in a low-key manner, and did not participate in the activities of the Dueling Club at all.

It was not until the second week of December that Professor McGonagall began to count up the list of those who stayed in school for Christmas.

Most of the little wizards chose to go home for the holidays. After Harry publicly announced that he would stay at school during the Christmas holiday, some of those who wanted to stay at school also went to their respective deans to modify their wishes.

Fred, George and Ginny decided to stay at school instead of going to Egypt with the Weasleys to see Bill.Percy stayed too, having told them in a badass way that he was staying for Christmas only because, as a prefect, it was his duty to support teachers during these turbulent times.

Thick, gray snowflakes fluttered in the sky, sealing every window, making the castle look extremely dark, and the little wizards were willing to go outside the castle to get some fresh air during the break.

Loren and his party stood on the pavilion in the middle of the garden watching the snow. Because Harry was in the team, most of the little wizards passing by would carefully avoid this area.

Ron blew on the blue flame in the glass bottle, and saw a little Hufflepuff wizard looking terrified, hurried around the pavilion, and quickly jumped into the corridor to escape.

He shook his shoulder and bumped Harry: "If only this atmosphere could last until the next Quidditch match, they'll fly around you for fear that you'll petrify them hahahaha..."

Harry didn't react at all, his fingers were red from the cold, pawing the snow back and forth on the top of the railing.

Hermione was reciting the review notes for the Animagus class. She exhaled a puff of white mist and asked Harry: "What are you thinking? Let them spread rumors and do nothing. And you've been there for almost a month I haven't looked for Hagrid, do you really think Hagrid is the heir?"

Loren, who was obsessed with mirrors, raised his head and said aloud, "Didn't I say that the monster in the chamber of secrets is the basilisk, and Hagrid raised the acromantula, and the basilisk is the natural enemy of the acromander. Aragog's love, he can't possibly have anything to do with the basilisk."

He has been trying to create illusions for others these days, but he still can't achieve the effect in Dean Forest.

Hermione advised Harry patiently: "If you really care about this, go and make it clear to Justin, and tell him that you were trying to save him, not instigating the giant snake to bite off his neck!"

"He won't believe me, as long as the headmaster and professors believe in me, everything will come to light when we catch the real heir," Harry said dully.

"Harry, whether they believe it or not is their business, you just have to do your own thing."

With persistent persuasion from his friends, Harry reluctantly agrees to go to Justin and explain.