When Zhang Hao returned to Hogwarts, he felt that something was not quite right in the atmosphere.

When the students met him, they would always look at him with strange eyes, and even avoid him when they walked.

Aha! it was all too familiar to him, they had looked at Harry like that.

Something big must have happened, needless to say he knew it.

He grabbed one of the Gryffindor students and asked viciously, "Tell me, boy, what the hell is going on, why are they looking at me like that, and you? You seem to be avoiding me?"

The Gryffindor who was caught was a freshman, and he was almost scared to pee!

"No...... No...... Please don't kill me!" the freshman stammered, "It's none of my business, I'm not a mudblood!"

"How dare you say the word mudblood?" Zhang Hao said coldly: "You don't know what it means? Are you discriminating against anyone?"

He hadn't heard it in a long time, not even in Slytherin House, where no one dared to say it to his face.

Everyone knew that he had cast a spell on Pansy because of this word before he was in school.

In the days to come, even if he didn't care, no one dared to say the word 'mudblood'.

Now, it was surprising that he had heard the word 'mudblood' from the mouth of a Gryffindor.

"No, I mean I'm half-blood, and you shouldn't kill me as the heir!" said the freshman in a panic, "Please, don't kill me!"

"Do you think I'm the heir of Slytherin?" Zhang Hao asked suspiciously, "What's going on?"

He felt that something was wrong with the situation, how could he become an heir for some reason?

There was no sign at all!

"It's not me!" the freshman forcibly steadied him, carefully explaining, "It's everyone who thinks so, they think you tricked those people into the bathroom and petrified them. ”

"Who are they?" Zhang Hao asked in surprise, "Could it be that the basilisk has come out again, and who are the victims?"

It seems that there are a lot of victims this time!

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger...... and Draco Malfoy and Daphne Greengrass. The freshman said a list of names in one breath before explaining: "They are usually with you, and you were not there when they had an accident, so there are people who suspect that you are the heir." ”

Zhang Hao was silent, he couldn't believe it!

"Can I go?" begged the freshman again, "Don't kill me, okay?"

"Don't kill you?" Zhang Hao said gloomily and threateningly: "It's better to use your brain when you talk in the future, otherwise zombies will eat your brain!"

He left his paralyzed freshman and went straight to the hospital.

The professors were probably in the hospital at this time, as well as the petrified friends.

It seems that the crime has not been for a long time, but there are a few more victims, and the panic caused is greater than the previous times, so everyone knows about it.

There are still many people wandering around the hospital, and they all seem to be inquiring.

When they saw Zhang Hao, their eyes were also a little strange.

At this time, the door to the ward happened to open and the professors came out.

"Oh, where have you gone?" Professor McGonagall said as soon as she saw Zhang Hao, "why weren't you with them?" I thought something had happened to you. ”

Her eyes were full of concern, and there was no suspicion at all.

"I'm sorry, Professor. Zhang Hao lied: "Recently, I have some insights, so I went to the Room of Request to do magic experiments." You know, there's no room for distractions when doing magic experiments. ”

"You're so daring!" said Snape with a grimace, "Is it possible that you're about to create new magic again?"

He seems to be well-intentioned, but he speaks in a weird way, and anyone who listens to it will feel uncomfortable.

"Snape, could you be kinder?" Professor McGonagall said, "he's your student, so he doesn't have to be so mean. ”

"Yes, there's no need to be so mean. Snape whispered, "Perhaps I should have allowed him to die in a magical experiment, there are not many wizards who have died in such accidents, and there are not many of them." ”

Zhang Hao is a little helpless, when will he be able to get to the point? Is it interesting to catch my lies?

Professor McGonagall tried to say something, but was stopped by Dumbledore.

"All right, Minerva, we shouldn't dwell on that. He looked at Zhang Hao and asked, "Mr. Zhang, do you know something, or do you have any guesses about what happened to Harry?"

"I'm sorry, Professor. Zhang Hao groaned: "I want to understand the situation first, after all, I just came back, and I don't know anything!"

Dumbledore nodded, then looked at Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall whispered, "They were spotted in the bathroom on the second floor, and there were signs of spell casting on the site - some facilities were magically damaged, and the floor was covered in water stains. They were all wearing the sunglasses you provided when they were victimized, so they were just petrified. I can't imagine how horrible things would have been without those sunglasses......"

The group returned to the ward while talking, and Zhang Hao finally saw the petrified friends.

The sunglasses on their faces had been removed, and everyone had a strange look on their faces.

Ron seemed to be grinning, but there was horror in his eyes. It felt like he was joking with someone, and suddenly he saw something very scary. This kind of expression is the kind that is about to change but does not succeed.

Draco was even more exaggerated, his left middle finger bulging and his right hand pinching the orchid finger - he seemed to want to take out his wand and fight, but was cramped with fear!

And Harry, who didn't know what to say, his mouth wide open, his tongue drooping to the side - he looked like a hanged man. His wand had already been taken out, but he didn't know if he had spared the magic.

Daphne...... The poor girl was already crying in fright! Tears welled up in her big eyes—petrified and looked like crystals.

Hermione was holding a book in her hand, her hair was messy, and she was hunched over, as if she was dodging an attack. Holding his wand tightly, he looked like he had just finished his magic and was preparing for his next spell.

"Mr. Zhang, can you tell me if they want to deal with the basilisk?" Dumbledore asked solemnly, "It's close to a crime scene, and they encountered the basilisk when they were prepared, which makes me have to guess." ”

Zhang Hao thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't think they will take the initiative to find the basilisk, because after leaving from you last time, we decided not to interfere in this matter anymore." If they have a plan, they will definitely let me know in advance. I think this should be a coincidence. ”

When the professors heard this, they all began to bow their heads and think, but Lockhart looked idle—now he became very quiet whenever he saw Zhang Hao, which was unbelievable.

"You mean, it was a coincidence that they met the basilisk?" asked Snape suspiciously, "They met the basilisk in the bathroom?

"I can't rule it out, right? Their expressions can prove it, you can take a closer look. Zhang Hao spread his hands and said: "Although only one person was injured at a time in the past, this does not mean that the basilisk can only deal with one person at a time. ”

With such big eyes, you can't see only one person.

Even if you need to look at each other to kill, it can be named one by one.

It's enough to petrify everyone before the friends escape.

Oh, relatively speaking, being petrified is a relatively good end.

It's really miserable to be bitten to death!

Soon, the professors thought of this, and everyone had a look of happiness on their faces.

"Didn't Hagrid buy a rooster yet?" Dumbledore asked, "It's been a few days, and Hogsmeade Village isn't far from here, can't you buy a few roosters?"