The first week of school passed quickly amid rumors. Now, Harry was enjoying the treatment he had received after accidentally revealing that he was a Parselmouth in Professor Lockhart's dueling class last year. No matter where he went, he could He could feel the people around him secretly looking at him and whispering ominously.
There was sympathy and schadenfreude in the eyes that peered at him. This was the case even within Gryffindor House.
Of course, Harry was not too surprised by this. Since Monday night, Seamus told him that Hufflepuff's Ernie Macmillan finally found out from Professor Sprout about the man they met on the night of the first-term dinner. He had already expected it after finding out what Mosta Brain was here for.
Garlic heads, amulets and amulets used to ward off evil spirits, which were popular for a period of time last semester, are once again popular on campus. Fortunately, the only good thing is that this time Neville did not hang his amethyst necklace around his neck.
The person Harry hates the most is Draco Malfoy.
After Potions class on Wednesday afternoon, Harry was about to angrily walk out of the classroom with his homework that got a 'D', but Goyle and Crabbe stood at the door blocking the way. Given their size, almost no one could rush out.
Harry turned around and looked coldly at Draco, who was sitting on his desk with a smirk on his face, "Get your two idiot followers out of the way, Malfoy, unless you want to see them cut into pieces." Many pieces later stuffed into the jar!”
Malfoy smiled even more secretly when he heard this, and the inexplicable pity in his eyes made Harry even more angry, "Speaking of cutting into many pieces, Potter."
Malfoy raised his pointed chin and made his usual drawl.
"I suddenly feel sorry for you, Potter. I thought the worst outcome for you would be to go to Azkaban and be neighbors with dementors for the rest of your life, but now, I can't guarantee that. I think maybe you will be Someone might cut it into several pieces and give it to Professor Sprout’s mandrake as flower fertilizer!”
"He's been so threatening lately, Harry."
Neville, who was standing next to Harry, blushed and said softly, "That's what he said to me in the Great Hall at noon."
"Then you actually let Malfoy walk out of the Great Hall alive, Neville, that's unbelievable." Ron turned blue with anger, took out his wand taped with tape and pointed it at Malfoy.
"Want to see who turns into flower fertilizer first, Malfoy!"
"Twenty points from Gryffindor, plus two days of confinement, Weasley."
At this time, Snape, who was packing up his things on the podium and turning a blind eye to the conflict, came over and stared at Ron lazily, "I hope this can teach you a lesson, Weasley, in my classroom, you are not allowed to use your wand to fight." Quasi-classmate.”
The result of this conflict left Harry in a bad mood for several days, and he was out of shape during Quidditch training. Wood was particularly worried because of his record of missing last year's final.
"If you want to catch the murderer and prove your innocence, Harry, could you please wait until after the finals before starting your plan?"
"Wood shouldn't have said that to you, Harry, it's not your fault!"
On Sunday night, in the school hospital, when Harry, who was depressed, relayed Wood's words to Hermione, Hermione said angrily.
"You can't blame him so much, Hermione. I heard Fred and George say that after graduating, Wood wants to join Puddlemere United and become a professional Quidditch player. In this case, he can lead Gryffindor to win The championship means a lot to him, and unfortunately, Wood is already in his sixth grade, and this year or next year is his last chance."
Ron said something fair for Wood, which also made Harry feel even more guilty.
"But he can't just think it's Harry's fault that he couldn't win the game. Ron, why can't he look for it in himself?"
Hermione said angrily, crossing her arms over her chest.
Ron shrugged his shoulders and shut his mouth sensibly.
All three of them knew that as long as the heir of Slytherin was not found out for a day, Harry's current situation was unlikely to be improved, and this was precisely the most difficult thing. Otherwise, the school board would not have specifically found someone to come in. Let Hogwarts take care of that.
Most of the cats on Hermione's face and body had faded, which made her no longer so secretive about her image. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, frowning and walking around the room, thinking about something. Methods can help Harry alleviate people's misunderstandings.
The voices of several young Gryffindor wizards came from outside the door. The owners of the voices were people known to Harry and others, including Neville, Ginny, Patil, and Lavender.
They were negotiating with Madam Pomfrey, hoping to come in and visit Hermione, because so far, the rumors that Hermione had also been attacked and petrified had not been dispelled, but Madam Pomfrey rejected them righteously.
Hermione looked at the door, her expression no longer so serious. In any case, she was very touched by her friends' concern.
"Perhaps, we can seek help from Mr. Blaine..."
Hermione stared at the doorknob for a long time. For some reason, Amosta Brain, whom she had only met once, suddenly appeared in her mind. Putting aside the prejudices between colleges, to be honest, Hermione had a crush on that gentle young wizard. It feels good, at least, he is a polite and understanding person.
"Are you crazy, Hermione?"
Ron puffed up his cheeks in surprise, "Have you forgotten that Harry's current situation was caused by this investigator!"
"That's not his fault, Ron," Hermione said domineeringly. "Mr. Blaine just followed the order of the school board and entered the school to trace the secret room. That was his duty, but that doesn't mean that he It will definitely be against Harry, right?"
Hermione was satisfied that her words had caused both of them to fall into deep thought. She looked at Harry, who was frowning, and continued to ask,
"So, Harry, as far as you know, has Mr. Blaine done anything substantial?"
"That's the problem, Hermione!"
Ron answered the question on Harry's behalf, "Many people thought that our Mr. Investigator would definitely launch an unprecedented big operation...,
For example, he mobilized everyone to search the castle, for example, he called everyone from Slytherin College for interrogation, etc..., but so far, he has done nothing. He just stayed in his office and did not come out. It's as if he's back at Hogwarts just for a vacation... It seems to me that Hagrid must have made a mistake. Maybe someone else defeated Bill and Charlie! "
Harry also said with a sad face, "Fred and George told us that Mr. Blaine never goes out at night. Only during the day, he would occasionally go to the kitchen to make something for himself and solve hygiene problems. "
This answer really surprised Hermione. She stood at the end of the bed and frowned, her lips pursed as if Professor McGonagall had discovered that a Gryffindor student had been caught on a night out.
"Fred and George are monitoring Mr. Blaine? I mean, he also needs to go to class during the day, so why can his whereabouts be so clear?"
"I asked, but they didn't want to tell!"
Ron said angrily, "Freinn told me that this is the secret of his success... Humph, except for avoiding Filch, I don't see what success he has! "
Ron's evaluation was not very impressive. At least Harry felt that Fred and George did a pretty good job of making everyone happy, especially the joke products they occasionally produced, which were very popular with the little wizard. They are sought after.
Discussing how Fred and George spied on Mr. Blaine was a diversion from the original topic and destined to remain unanswered.
When the time reached eight o'clock, Madam Pomfrey hurriedly chased him away. On the way back to the Gryffindor common room, Ron kept complaining about Hermione's unwillingness to share her Potions homework, but haha Leigh was used to this. Generally speaking, Hermione would not let them copy a single word until they had completed their homework.
"...If you can prove your innocence to Mr. Blaine, Harry, in the current form, if he can help you explain to everyone as an inquisitor, maybe it will be better than Principal Dumbledore's words." It works!”
Standing in front of the Fat Lady's portrait, Harry hesitated a little as he recalled Hermione's warning just now.
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