Chapter Seventy-Two: The Dead Chicken

A silent, heavy atmosphere surrounds Harry Potter.

Since he was a child, he was just an orphan and suffered from the abuse of his aunt's family, and when he came to such a magical magic shijie, and was respected by everyone as a "hero", would he really not have a little pride?

In the first year, as a mere student who had just entered the school, he once again foiled the tricks of Voldemort, the great demon of the wizarding world, and when he was praised, he may have the idea that "he may really be born a hero".

Since he is a hero, then the person who opposes him is naturally an evil villain.

Slytherin, who has always been at odds with him, is almost recognized by the whole school as the birthplace of the Dark Wizards, and as a hero, Harry Potter naturally has to fight them to the end.

But now, in full view, he has been defeated by the Slytherin students, and he has been defeated so much that he can't even find the steps to claim that he was careless.

Despite the comfort of his two best friends, Harry found Draco's ridicule so hateful.

"Malfoy, shut up!"

Harry broke free of Hermione and Ron's grip and struggled to his feet clutching his chest, glaring at Draco and shouting.

"Harry, let's get out of here first."

Ron was already a little unhaunted, and he eagerly tugged at Harry, trying to pull him away.

"Nope! I'm not going! It's just a failure, and we'll do it again. ”

Harry pushed Ron away and walked towards Sephiroth.

"Guy who can't even take a blow from me, do I have to waste time with you?"

Sephiroth scoffed at Harry's request, anyone with a discerning eye could see the gap between Harry and him, and he wasn't Harry's, so why should he be a sparring partner.

"W-what—"

Harry's face was filled with aggrieved anger, but he couldn't get back into it. As a loser, if he is not persistent in the winner, in the eyes of others, he will not be able to accept defeat and be rude, and Harry will naturally not do this.

"I thought the dueling club would teach some powerful spells, but it turned out to be just the most basic disarming charm. It's a disappointment. ”

Although he didn't have much hope in the first place, Draco was inevitably a little disappointed in the face of such an outcome.

He didn't laugh at Harry anymore, because in essence, he and Harry were the same, both of Sephiroth's men. Laughing at others, after all, is fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter, and you can't fool yourself if you can deceive others.

Many of the students also looked in agreement with Draco's words, the basic spell of the Disarming Charm, which they had learned in their first year, had no way to keep them calm during the horrors of the attack.

The dueling club was canceled and it became a farce.

However, although Harry did not know, his current situation was an infinite number of times better than his original fate.

Without Oolong Out of the Cave, Harry wouldn't have revealed that he was a "Parseltongue", which might have allowed him to discover the true face of the Chamber of Secrets and the monsters later than he had been, but he would have been much less suspicious as an heir.

The first attack, Lady Loris, even if it was really Harry's doing, everyone would just applaud, and after Harry explained, everyone thought it was someone else's doing, just joking with Harry.

But the second time, Gryffindor's first-year student, Colin was attacked, and Harry was much more suspicious. Although he had a motive for committing the crime, everyone didn't want to believe him because of his past prestige.

If it is revealed that he is a "parseltongue" at this time, with this famous skill of Slytherin himself, then I am afraid that people who thought it was a joke before will not be able to doubt him.

From this point of view, perhaps Sephiroth did him a small favor.

Despite this favor, it is very likely that Ginny will be killed.

Raids were staged all over the castle, there was no set routine, and the shadow of terror hung over everyone.

Unlike fate, this time there is no one to act as the suspect who is being questioned, everyone may be the heir, and now people are panicking, no one can believe it except themselves, everyone is in a hurry.

Clues to the attack seemed to be everywhere, but whenever the professor followed them around, he always found nothing.

"Blaise, what's going on with what you're asking about?"

In the Slytherin silver-green common room, Sephiroth was sorting out reports from various students.

Who the heir is, in the Slytherin is not in Slytherin, and the Slytherin students are the most concerned. If an outsider is doing bad things in the name of Slytherin, he can't be tolerated.

"It's strange, it's really like you said, a lot of chickens have died these days, and now it's really dead. For this matter, I personally squatted in the chicken coop for a few days, it was really dirty, and next time I would let someone else do this kind of thing. ”

Blaise said as he shook off the chicken feathers on his body, and he exuded a strong smell of chicken coop all over his body.

"See who did it?"

Sephiroth wondered if Brace had seen Ginny's hand.

Blaise smiled wryly, "If I see it, do you think I'll be back safely?" ”

"Wise people should know how to do it."

Sephiroth didn't care about Brace's complaints, and if he didn't even know how to work around this little thing, he would die and die.

"Super cold-blooded answer. Ah, my heart is broken, and I wish I could make amends a little. ”

Blaise smiled wryly, he had known that the Slytherin rulers were ruthless people, but he still joked with a hippie smile, maybe this was how he protected himself.

"If you want to make amends, go to Draco, he'll definitely take you to a little dead man's dessert."

Sephiroth casually dismissed Brace.

“…… Forget it, Draco's sweets are really going to get tired of people. He wished someone could go with him, so I wouldn't be so stupid. ”

Bresdon's face turned ugly as if he had swallowed shit, and he remembered the first time he was tricked out of Draco, when he was taken to a sweet meal that he would never forget, and the greasy smell still made him sick to his stomach.

For Draco's hobby, Blaise thought of an Oriental song, which seemed to be called - Sweet and Greasy, You Are Really Sweet and Greasy, as greasy as Tiramisu.

Huh?

It seems that the lyrics are a bit problematic, but it shouldn't be a big problem, anyway, that's probably what it means.

Blaise thought about it with his chin and decisively put the question behind him.

"By the way, when I came back, I noticed something, I guess there must be a mess out there now. Why don't you go out and have a look? ”

Blaise suddenly seemed to think of something, and laughed a little playfully.

"What's the matter? Could it be that someone has been attacked again? ”

Sephiroth's heart was not here at all, and when he learned that all the roosters in the castle were dead, he knew that Voldemort was finally going to start hunting with impunity.

"I guessed it, this time it's two people, oh, maybe one of them can't be considered human. Justin Finchrie, and a ghost, Nick, who almost lost his head. Even ghosts can't escape the poison, so maybe we need to be careful. ”

Blaise grinned, as if to tell the story of the attack as a joke.

"Sephiroth, there's another attack, Potter was caught red-handed, maybe we can find a way to get him to Azkaban. Even if it's just for a few days. ”

As soon as Blaise finished speaking, Draco barged in, apparently wandering outside when he was the first to hear the news.

"You're still dreaming, this is Hogwarts, Dumbledore's territory, who can take Potter here."

Sephiroth glanced at Draco angrily, wanting to move his successor under Dumbledore's nose, thinking that Dumbledore was too old to move.

Moreover, Harry Potter is gone, who is going to fight the young Voldemort, Sephiroth?

"Next, Pansy, what's going on with your confirmation?"

Sending Draco away, Sephiroth summoned Pansy, who, as the head of the second year, had the right to tell his fellow students something.

"I went to that abandoned girls' bathroom at Crying Myrtle, and as you guessed, those guys are secretly doing something here."

The girls' bathroom on the second floor, a place that almost no one would visit, Sephiroth asked Pansy to check it out, he couldn't say that he was curious about what the girls' bathroom was like, he could only say that he had stumbled upon the Harry trio always sneaking there, and wondered what they were doing.

"Well, be more detailed."

Sephiroth then asked.

"What kind of potion they are brewing, I don't know, looking at the part of the herbs that seem to be stolen by the dean, they must have done it. Hey, I've added something to it, maybe it will be even more interesting. ”

Pansy smirked, she really didn't know what those potions were, but potions were such a precise thing, and the slightest heat and timing error would be a problem, not to mention what would happen if they added some other ingredients to it, and maybe Potter would have some interesting fun when they drank it.

"What did you add?"

Sephiroth was also a little curious.

"A few of my hair!"

Pansy raised her chin and said with some pride, like a warrior who thwarted an enemy's plot.

Oh good, you reduced the zuihou steps for them.

Sephiroth covered her forehead in a speechless voice, she thought she was doing a good job, maybe it wasn't.

If the potion hadn't been done yet, something would have gone wrong, and if the potion had been done, then Hermione would have to worry about Pansy's hair.

But if Hermione didn't know about it, what would have become of hermione and adding some other hair into it, neither men nor women?

It seems quite interesting when you think about it, as long as the mouthy myrtle doesn't chew her tongue, maybe she should let Pansy give her a warning.

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PS: Tomorrow is the author's birthday, so I asked for leave in advance ~ Scattering flowers ~~~ \(≧▽≦)/