At noon on Monday, Harry sat at the dining table with a gloomy expression. The mountains of treacle fruit tarts, grilled eels, roast beef, and lamb chops placed in front of him could not make him have the slightest appetite. On the other side of the auditorium, Draco ·Malfoy's weird imitation also made Harry feel extremely bad.
"Seriously, Harry!"
Ron, who was sitting next to him, looked at him worriedly and said,
"I think you may have been damaged by that notebook. Otherwise, how dare you take off your earmuffs while taking care of Mandrake?"
In the herbal medicine class this morning, Professor Sprout arranged for them to help some mandrakes that were growing happily change to more open flower pots. As a result, Harry, who was upset by Riddle last night, didn't know what he thought. He actually took off his earmuffs directly.
The consequences of doing so are self-evident. The screams of dozens of pots of mandrakes that were about to mature made Harry fall headlong into the field. Professor Sprout was frightened by this unexpected scene and screamed. He screamed and almost fainted.
"It's certainly suspicious, Harry -"
Hermione glanced at Professor Blaine who had two big dark circles under his eyes at the staff table, then frowned and looked at Harry,
"Why do you think a notebook that has been kept in a dark environment for fifty years is more reasonable than Professor Brain's speculation?"
Harry couldn't deceive himself that his bad state this morning had nothing to do with the notebook. However, Riddle's speculation in the notebook seemed to have some truth. Riddle believed that he heard what he heard in Professor Lockhart's office and before Mrs. Norris was attacked. That sound could just be an ordinary snake preying on a water pipe.
Riddle's memory insisted on his own theory. Fifty years ago, the monster that killed a girl in the bathroom was the monster that Hagrid raised that he could not name.
"--Principal Dippet is wiser than Dumbledore. Harry, the Ministry of Magic back then was more objective than it is now. If they hadn't confirmed this, how could they easily expel a young wizard from school?"
Ron and Hermione looked at each other. Judging from the results of the series of attacks fifty years ago, Riddle was undoubtedly correct, but emotionally, they would rather believe Professor Brain's guess.
"Let's put this aside for now, Harry..."
Hermione frowned and said,
"Wait until this weekend, I can go to the library with Professor Brain to look for information... If I can find a snake that can kill people and turn people into stone, Harry, I think it's time for you to hand over the notes! "
"Are you discussing this afternoon's practical class?"
At this moment, Neville stretched his chubby head over, his round little eyes full of worry.
"Oh, damn, I forgot about that!"
Hermione looked at the top of the auditorium again where Professor Blaine was discussing something with Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall and slammed the table, causing even Harry to gasp.
Because the number of young wizards voluntarily participating in practical classes has dropped significantly, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Monday afternoon, Amosta first spent half of the time talking to the first and second grade wizards about how some ancient wizards like to explore unknown magical ruins. After setting traps in the ruins and what methods the dark wizards outside usually use when poisoning people, with half the time left, he led a group of young wizards to the room on the eighth floor of the castle where the Inferi were hidden. classroom.
"Do you think that a 'freelance worker' who runs errands for people, looks for potion ingredients, and delivers goods would be so knowledgeable about the habits of dark wizards?"
On the way to the eighth floor, Seamus whispered to Dean.
"I have a cousin who used to be an Auror, but later retired due to injury--"
Dean's tone and expression were mysterious;
"He once told me that there is a group of people who are not employees of the Ministry of Magic, but who make a living by arresting dark wizards. These people are privately called bounty hunters. I think Professor Blaine is entering Hogwart Before Ci, he was a wizard hunter who hunted down dark wizards!"
Dean's inference was recognized by many people, and even Hermione blinked with a thoughtful expression.
"There is no reasonable explanation other than this!"
Ron, who had decided to withdraw from the practical class, said to Harry seriously,
"I did hear my father say that the Ministry of Magic sometimes does cooperate with some unofficial special personnel to jointly fight against dark wizards, smugglers and other bad guys. They are a group of powerful guys, but they don't like it very much. I was bound by the rules and didn’t choose to join the Ministry of Magic--"
Although Amosta, who was walking in the front, did not look back, the powerful magic gave him sharp five senses, and he heard all the whispers of the little wizards without missing a word.
Bounty hunter...
Amosta smiled in his heart. He was not a bounty hunter who attacked dark wizards, but a dark wizard who was attacked by bounty hunters...
"So--"
Standing in front of the oak door, Amosta turned to look at the young wizards who had solemn expressions, and read their names aloud.
"Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Daphne Greengrass, Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbott, Ginny Weasley, Michael Corner , Blaise Chabini, Theodore Nott, Eloise Midgen, Terry Butt, the students whose names I mentioned above entered the maze in the classroom in two by two groups. ..”
Amosta looked at Potter and Malfoy, who were turning blue, and said with a smile,
"This maze has a memory function. It has recorded the progress of your last challenge... I hope you can seize this last opportunity. By the way, if anyone can kill the dark creatures in the maze, I will give it to you. His academy plus fifty points!”
Gulu!
Harry swallowed, and there was finally something else besides fear in Bicui's eyes. A young wizard would have several opportunities to win fifty points for his college throughout his student career. Many young wizards would I'm afraid wizards from first grade to seventh grade combined won't be able to score so many points!
Hermione became visibly anxious. She suddenly discovered one thing, that is, after leaving the textbooks and materials, her ability to adapt to situations seemed to be far from the level she was satisfied with.
Harry and Draco stood together reluctantly again. Harry's spirit of self-sacrifice did make Draco calm down for a few days last time. However, this feeling did not last long. Draco came back to his senses. Laco seemed to think Harry's behavior was a form of contempt for him, which made him even more vigorous in mocking Harry recently!
"Things are different this time, Potter!"
Before walking in the door, Draco said to Harry angrily. He took out a silver dagger from his pocket. It looked like it was the one he usually used to handle potion materials in Potions class.
"If you beg me, maybe I will be merciful and save your life later!"
It was not unheard of by Harry that Draco had privately approached Professor Blaine for advice on the 'Object Taming Charm'. Judging from the situation, he did seem to have some experience with this powerful spell.
"Are you sure you gave us a hint, Professor Blaine?"
Begging Draco to protect him?
This matter was more uncomfortable for Harry than killing him. He looked at Professor Brain pitifully, hoping to get some confidence from him. Unfortunately, Professor Brain was still smiling and didn't say another word. plan.
Harry's eyebrows moved. When he entered the maze for the first time, Professor Blaine seemed to be smiling like this. He also reminded himself that it was very dark in the maze, so be careful if you fall..., wait, it's very dark?
Harry suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he thought of something!
