A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"I think I might have to stay in the infirmary for a short time," Harry said desperately. "If I hadn't begged Madam Pomfrey, I might have been locked up in the infirmary today."

"Okay." Hermione and Ron looked at Harry with sympathetic eyes.

The Duel Club was held as usual, with Scrimgeour walking in the aisle among the students and giving them instructions angrily.

"You idiot, you shouldn't do this!"

"Do you want to kill the student opposite you?"

"Before you get a new wand, I told you not to cast a single spell in my class, Mr. Weasley!"

"Mr. Longbottom, hold your wand and say the spell! You need to be brave."

The auditorium was filled with Scrimgeour's curses for a while. This was a very surprising thing, but Scrimgeour had such a talent - to curse people with high intensity for an hour without stopping.

The most important thing is that there are almost no duplicates.

He's targeting almost everyone.

"I wonder who messed with him again," muttered Ron, who was now sitting with Hermione resting because he was banned from casting spells.

"Maybe it's because the culprit has never been caught." Hermione said, "But since Harry is awake, he must know something, right?"

"Maybe he saw the murderer's face?" Ron said excitedly.

"Maybe," Hermione thought unoptimistically, "if Harry had seen the face of the perpetrator, he should have been arrested, but we haven't heard of anyone being arrested."

"That's right," Ron suddenly realized, "So, Harry didn't see the perpetrator?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, and for a moment she suddenly questioned why she and Ron became good friends.

The meeting of the Duel Club ended quickly, and the students put away their wands and headed back to the lounges of their respective colleges.

After Harry greeted Ron and Hermione, he was ready to return to the medical room.

"Potter, you can return alone, right?" Snape narrowed his eyes and spoke so softly that Harry could hardly hear him.

"Of course, Professor." Harry nodded, feeling happy because it meant he could walk some distance with his friends.

He quickly rushed to Hermione and Ron's side.

"Professor Snape has given us permission to walk together, even though I have to go to the infirmary soon." Harry explained quickly, "But I think we can walk a little slower, right?" he said to Hermione. , Ron blinked.

"Of course." Ron said happily.

The medical room is on the second floor and can be reached through only two flights of stairs, so Ron and Hermione walked extra slowly because they wanted to chat with Harry for a while.

"Can we go visit you?" said Ron frustratedly.

"I think it's possible," Harry said with excitement. "Professor Snape didn't prohibit it, and Madam Pomfrey allowed me to come out today."

"That's really nice."

"..."

"..."

Professor Snape has been following Harry from a distance. This was Dumbledore's instruction. If the heir's target is Harry, then he will definitely take action against Harry.

Even if his target was not Harry, Harry being cured would definitely make him furious.After all, the harsh words I put on the wall are still shining brightly!

Now the attacker actually recovered.

Therefore, that guy must have revealed a flaw, a complete conspiracy!

"I hope your guess is wrong," Snape sighed, tightened his black robe, and continued to follow Harry with the Disillusionment Charm.

If the heir does not show up and Harry is safe, this will undoubtedly completely dispel the rumors of the Chamber of Secrets. If someone attacks Harry, Snape takes the opportunity to catch the attacker, and the crisis in the Chamber of Secrets will naturally be resolved.

I have to say, Dumbledore planned it well.

"Huh?" Snape frowned slightly. He vaguely heard some noise, the rustling of clothes.

But he was not in a hurry to make a sound. He just slowly took out the wand from his pocket, slowly squatted down, and walked slowly towards the direction of the abnormal noise.

On a wall, a vague shadow-like existence was moving slowly. Snape narrowed his eyes. The guy also used the Disillusionment Curse like him.

It can be seen that that person is not very good at it. Maybe he does not use this spell often, or maybe he is still a student.

Thinking of this, Snape couldn't help but smile.

The wand was aimed at the figure's lower back.

"Remove the Disillusionment Curse," Snape said, "otherwise I will have to knock you down and see for myself who you are."

"Professor Snape?"

"Professor McGonagall?"

The two people looked at each other in astonishment, and they lifted the illusion spell together.

"How could you—?" Snape asked doubtfully, "How could this happen?"

"Well, I know from Principal Dumbledore that Mr. Potter has returned to normal," Professor McGonagall smoothed her hair and said, "I think that guy will definitely attack Potter again, so I plan to follow up and take a look. .”

"Yes." Snape frowned and stood up from the ground, "Mr. Headmaster and I have the same idea."

"That only proves that that guy is very likely to attack Potter again today." Professor McGonagall said, watching Snape still looking at him up and down, and couldn't help but straighten his face, "Could you be... Do you doubt me?"

"Of course not." Snape said, putting his wand behind his back. If there was anything unusual about Professor McGonagall in front of him, he planned to subdue her directly.

Of course there is no problem with Professor McGonagall, but does the Professor McGonagall in front of me have to be real?

Couldn't it be Polyjuice Potion in disguise?

Snape heard that Granger was also secretly brewing Polyjuice Potion, but he did not stop him. Since it was Mr. Rumple's will, he just cooperated silently.

So he watched helplessly as Weasley broke into his private collection and stole the skin of an African tree snake.

"Okay, Professor Snape, we'd better follow Potter to avoid being attacked or if he causes any trouble again." Professor McGonagall said, "I don't really recommend that you take him out of the medical room. There's Madam Pomfrey..."

"Something happened!" Snape's expression suddenly changed and he strode towards the other end of the corridor.

Professor McGonagall also followed closely behind him, trotting all the way.

The door to the infirmary was open, and Harry was lying on the ground, talking to a black snake.

It should be a conversation, right?

Harry was hissing anyway.

In front of him, a pale little boy sat slumped on the ground holding a wand.