HP Magic Biography

I want to talk to him...

I'm going to tell him about what happened with the snake at the fight club, said Harry.

Ernie licked his gray lips, took a deep breath, and said, We were all there. We saw what happened.

Did you notice then? The snake backed away when I finished talking to it, Harry asked.

What I saw, Ernie stammered while trembling, is you speaking the language of snakes, instigating the snakes to bite Fan Lin.

I didn't… Harry argued.

But that's the truth! Ernie said, We've all seen it, and you should tell Fan Lin, not Justin.

Fan Lin, he believes in me, and Hermione, Ron... Harry turned pale.

Oh... Ernie's face became gloomy, That's really too sad, the few of them... Anyway, I won't tell you about Justin's whereabouts.

I didn't instigate it! Harry's voice shook with anger, It didn't even touch him! Why don't you believe me...

That's only close, Ernie replied. I want to tell you that you can trace my family back nine generations to witches and wizards. My blood is as pure as anyone else's, so...

I don't care what blood you have! said Harry roughly. Why would I attack a Muggle-born?

I heard you hate the Muggles you live with, Ernie replied hastily.

It's impossible to live with the Dursleys and not hate them, Harry said. If you don't believe me, try it.

I just... Ernie wanted to say something, but Harry cut him off.

Harry's face turned red, he wanted to take out his wand and cast some kind of spell on this pig-like idiot in front of him to wake him up, but he still retained the last bit of reason, just He grabbed Ernie by the collar with one hand.

In this way, the atmosphere in the library suddenly became extremely tense, and several Hufflepuffs did not dare to take a breath. They had already determined that Harry was the heir of Slytherin, and they were afraid that they would die here.

Harry... what are you doing? Laura's voice came in from outside the library at the right time, and she happened to see this sight just as she walked in.

Let go of him, Harry! Laura walked over quickly, holding Harry's arm weakly with one hand, she was getting weaker and weaker.

But……

No matter what, you let me go. This is not the behavior of a little wizard. Do you really want to confirm your guess... Laura said seriously, with a pale face. A look that shocked Harry.

Harry had seen this look on Van Lin's face before, and Hermione's, but he had successfully angered Hermione, he didn't want to anger Laura anymore, and...

In any case, Harry let go of Ernie's hand, although he was a little unwilling, but he couldn't really do anything to Ernie.

He turned and rushed out of the library, not thinking where he was going, he was furious to the extreme. The result was that he bumped his head against something big and hard and sat on his ass on the ground.

Harry... Laura tried to catch up, but she was too weak.

I advise you to stay away from Harry Potter, you have also seen his behavior just now... Ernie said with lingering fear, but that's right, you are a Slytherin, as a pure blood, you There is nothing to be afraid of, on the contrary you should be his supporter.

Shut up, Ernie! Laura said angrily. Maybe your mother never taught you how to talk like a human being, not like a pig...

Ernie wanted to say something more, but Laura didn't give him a chance. She put down the stack of books in her hand, turned around and chased after him.

Of course, before she left, she rewarded Ernie with a sealing spell.

...

Hagrid's face was completely hidden behind the long snow-covered woolen scarf, and it couldn't have been anyone else, because his mole fur coat took up most of the passageway. He was carrying a dead cock in his big gloved hand.

How are you, Harry? He lifted his scarf to speak. Why aren't you in class?

Cancelled, Harry said as he got up, he really wanted to ask about Hagrid's Chamber of Secrets, but this thought was suppressed, What are you doing here?

Hagrid mentioned the limp limp cock.

The second one to be killed this term, he explained, is neither a fox nor a weasel, and I'm going to ask the Headmaster's permission to cast a spell near the chicken coop.

He stared closely at Harry from under his thick, snow-covered brows.

Are you okay! Why do you look troubled?

Harry had to repeat what Ernie and the others had said about him.

Nothing, he said, I've got to go, Hagrid, Transfiguration is next, and I've got to get my book.

He walked away, afraid that he would not be able to help doubting Hagrid, Harry's mind was now filled with what Garth had said and what Ernie had said just now.

Justin has been waiting for this day ever since he accidentally told Potter he was Muggle-born.

Old Ghaith only knew that it was circulated in Hogwarts fifty years ago that the current gamekeeper was the one who opened the chamber of secrets, and then Hogwarts expelled this one, but Dumbledore believe him……

Harry stepped up the stairs, then turned down another corridor, which was very dark. The torches had been blown out by the fierce, cold wind blowing in through the broken panes. When he was walking halfway, he suddenly tripped over something lying on the floor.

He got up numbly, the pain brought a little vitality to his nerves.

He froze as he turned to see what had tripped him up.

Justin was lying on the ground, his whole body was cold and hard, his eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling, his face was full of shock. Next to him lay another man, and it was the weirdest thing Harry had ever seen.

It was Sir Nicholas, no longer white and transparent, but black and smoking, floating six inches from the floor, motionless. He had only half of his head left, and the shocked expression on his face was exactly the same as Justin's.

Harry stood up. His breathing was rapid and rough, and his ears seemed to be buzzing constantly. Harry's blood seemed to be at the same temperature as the heavy snow outside, and the blood congealed in his veins, making Harry extremely cold.

Looking around in this remote corridor, he saw a row of spiders crawling rapidly on the corpse.

The only thing I heard was the faint voice of the teachers in the classrooms on both sides.