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While the two of them were seriously discussing the newspaper, which was likely to become a hit in the future, one of them screamed at the door of the library in a panic.

"Yes, yes, someone is petrified again!"

The voice, high-pitched, seemed to be able to penetrate the eardrum directly.

The students, who were originally reading quietly, all raised their heads one after another, and then looked nervously, looking at the people around them.

Benjamin quickly helped Daphne put away the newspaper and whispered in her ear.

"Let's go see what's going on. ”

Daphne glanced at Benjamin and nodded quickly, and she quickly put away the newspapers with a quick movement of her hands.

When they walked out of the library, they saw a burly Hagrid standing in the doorway.

Hagrid's face was obscured by a woollen helmet hat stained with snowflakes, but it couldn't have been anyone but him, for the moleskin tunic almost completely filled the hallway. He carried a dead in one of his large, gloved hands.

Heghera lowered his hat and said with some surprise, "What is going on, what are you all doing?"

It's just that out of fear, out of curiosity, almost no one pays attention to what Hagrid says.

A group of people followed the man who had first reported the news.

Daphne looked a little flustered, and Benjamin felt that it was understandable, after all, she was a girl.

If she still looks cold and fearless by now, Benjamin will wonder if this will be another time-traveler.

"We're going to be fine, we're pure-bloods. Benjamin thought about it and found this somewhat lame reason.

Daphne was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"I, I'm not worried about myself. I'm just afraid that if things get bigger and bigger, the school might be closed. Daphne's voice was so low that it sounded like a mosquito buzzing.

"You like to study so much?" Benjamin raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised.

Daphne, however, shook her head shyly, "I, I just don't really want to go home." Then Daphne looked up again, and returned to her cold appearance.

"It's nothing, let's hurry up, or we won't see anything by then." ”

Benjamin saw that Daphne didn't really want to continue the conversation, sighed, and without saying anything, followed.

As soon as they stepped up a staircase, they saw an empty hallway.

Not far away stood a man, emaciated back.

Benjamin rubbed his eyes and said uncertainly, "This guy really looks like Potter." ”

"If that's the case, I'm afraid Potter won't be able to clear his name. Daphne shook her head helplessly.

The corridor is very dimly lit, not to mention the winter in London, where the sun is barely visible.

A piece of glass was not closed, and the cold wind kept whistling in from the outside, and the students walking in front hugged their bodies and shivered.

The stove on the wall was also swaying and gasping because of the cold wind.

When they all got closer, they confirmed that it was Harry himself.

His expression was wooden, and he looked as if he had stiffened.

Soon, someone saw the man at Harry's feet.

Justin Finchrie lay on the floor, cold and stiff, a look of horror fixed on his face, his eyes glazed on the ceiling. Judging by his movements, he was indeed petrified.

And that's not all, there is another figure next to Justin, and Benjamin has never seen such a strange sight.

It was a nearly headless Nick, no longer milky and transparent, but black, smoky, and motionless lying flat six inches above the ground. Half of his head was off, and he had the same horrified expression on his face as Justin.

Benjamin never knew that the ghost would become like this, petrified.

At this point, time seemed to stand still, and Ernie stepped to the front, pointing at Harry and saying in a sharp voice, "Harry, you have been caught by us, you devil!"

At this point, some of the Hufflepuff students were on the ground, their expressions looking so helpless. Without courage, bloodline, and wisdom, they are like a group of animals that have lost their direction at this time.

Tears kept dripping.

Slowly, the students all stood up, and they all raised their wands and aimed them at Harry.

Their mouths uttered the same words, one higher than the other.

"You're a demon!"

Benjamin didn't know why, and had a feeling of his own heart being stinged. He thought of himself being burned at the stake.

Blamed and reviled by all.

Harry lowered his head, not knowing what to say, as if he should have opened his mouth to defend himself.

But after seeing what he saw, Harry lost the courage to defend himself.

At this time, a bell rang very inopportunely.

The doors of the classrooms in the hallway were pushed open, and one after another students who did not know the truth rushed out.

In the midst of their respective gossip and popular science, they all invariably surrounded Harry in the middle, looking at Justin in silence and Harry angrily.

It was like some kind of ritual, repeating "Demon!" to Harry.

"It's horrible. Daphne took a step back, clutching her chest, feeling that there wasn't enough air in the hallway.

Benjamin patted her gently on the back, "What do you mean to be horrible? monsters in the Chamber of Secrets, or are they?" Benjamin gestured to the fanatical faces.

"They, they're like those primitive tribes. Daphne whispered.

At this time, Peeves, who appeared out of nowhere, also ran over.

His appearance seemed a little out of place.

He flailed his chubby wings, and Peeves gasped when he saw Nicol lying on the ground almost headless. Then he pointed at Harry and screamed, "Do it, do it! Little Potter does it again! No man or ghost will be spared!"

Its sound was like the last straw that crushed Harry.

He fell to his knees, his hands on the ground, helpless and lonely.

"What are you doing! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Professor McGonagall's voice sounded behind them.