"Who is it!" Filch's eyes burst out, and his screaming voice was filled with anger and hatred: "Who killed her!!Stand up!!"

"Don't be impulsive......" (Filch's name)

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But when Lao Deng took advantage of his height advantage and looked over the top of the brains of a group of little radish heads to see the words on the wall, he immediately said: "Everyone, go back to the lounge of your academy immediately... Not allowed to come out. ”

The principal's words were still very intimidating, and although the students were still looking back at the bloody books on the wall, they all turned around obediently and wanted to leave.

Roger, who was in the crowd, didn't bother to get involved in this now, and he hurried back to use Harry's invisibility cloak to go to the back kitchen for dinner......

However, apparently there are people who don't want to let them go so easily......

"Allow me to say a word, Headmaster. Snape stepped out of the shadows, "I think it's very suspicious that Potter and his friends weren't present at the banquet after this happened. ”

His lips twisted into a sneer, as if to deepen the level of suspicion he had mentioned.

"We're going to Nick's death dinner, there are hundreds of ghosts to testify to......" Roger gestured to Professor Snape without replying to his middle finger, pulling the two friends to leave.

Snape's face was almost distorted, but Professor McGonagall got ahead of him and said to the boy very harshly, "Mr. Collins!

After all, the thieves were still dirty, not only did they show up before the banquet, but no one saw them come to the third floor, which made Snape look like he was deliberately finding fault.

Then don't blame Professor McGonagall, as the head of Gryffindor, for defending her students.

The boy turned lazily and with a teasing smile on his face, he owed Snape: "No~I'm sorry, Professor~" The tone sounded more like a provocation......

"Shall we go, Professor?" said to Professor McGonagall, and Roger looked bowler.

Dumbledore looked at the three of them with an inquiring gaze, and in the face of the headmaster's blazing blue eyes, Roger felt that he must know something.

Hermione gave Harry an uneasy look, the girl was a little worried about the little savior's unusual behavior.

Harry's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

There was silence.

"You can go back... But it hasn't been a good day to hang around lately. Dumbledore said to the three of them, but Roger felt that the second half of the sentence was for him.

With a sigh of relief, the boy and his two friends walked back as fast as they could.

But as he made his way up the stairs, Harry couldn't help but want to ask the other two what they thought.

"Do you say, should I tell them about the voice I heard and the shadow I saw?"

"Of course not," Roger said as he walked in front and snorted, "Even if it's not schizophrenia, it's not a good thing to hear voices in the wizarding world that no one else can hear...... It's the same with what I see. ”

The boy saw that the little savior's mouth was moving, and knew what he was going to say, so he quickly added.

"Roger is right......" Hermione looked at Harry with a worried expression.

But Harry also heard something from their words, and hurriedly asked, "You believe me, don't you?"

"Of course, of course we believe you. Roger said quickly with a look of affirmation.

Harry was a little moved, he didn't expect him to answer so resolutely and quickly.

"By the way, you can lend Hedwig to me in a moment," Roger continued, "I asked Alice to bring over a few bottles of her unfinished risperidone (antipsychotic)." ”

"You believe me!?" The little savior was almost blown up: "I'm not crazy at all!"

"Yes, yes, you're not crazy, you're not crazy..."Roger's perfunctory attitude didn't even bother to hide it: "That risperidone is not a medicine either...... It's like what Everest or Himalaya, it's sugar~"

Harry: "You're talking about the Alps......"

Roger: "......"

"Alright, that's not the point now..."Hermione interjected in the back, interrupting the boring topic of Medicinal Sugar, "What's going on with those words on the wall?"

"Graffiti, secondary two declarations, or some homicide scenes inscribed by the murderer," Roger explained without nervousness: "It's just a signature left after a prank, and I don't think I need to take it seriously." ”

The girl stared at Roger suspiciously: "Tell me the truth, you didn't do it, did you?"

Roger looked up to the sky and shouted: "Big sister... Seeing that the prisoner has been staring at me like a prisoner for months, do you think I have any chance of doing this?"

Hermione wrinkled her nose and acquiesced that the boy was not suspicious, but stopped talking and thought about the Chamber of Secrets.

For days on end, the students talked about nothing else, and spent their days talking about the mistreatment of Filch's cat.

Lao Deng had already released his words, and the cat was not dead but petrified, which made many people think that Filch had provoked a grumpy senior student when he was looking for fault, and he was retaliated against.

However, neither Harry nor Hermione believed this, the Savior heard the basilisk speak, and the girl's instincts reminded her that it was not easy.

Roger found that Ginny's little girl is living in a shallow way these days......

In the same college, it stands to reason that you can meet several times a day in the common room, and you can't see a single person all day long like now.

Could it be that after being eaten by Riddle's diary, even the sense of existence can be reduced?

In the library, Hermione piled stacks of thick stacks of books on the table that she had borrowed back to her dorm room from the other day, and she had spent most of her time reading them except for necessary things since the attack.

But she was annoyed now: "Several of the library's Hogwarts: A History of the School have been borrowed! ”

"A piece of school history, I remember you didn't have this book?" Roger leaned on the table and turned his pen as he and Harry were pulled over to do their homework.

"I've been left at home," she said with annoyance, and sat down next to Roger and Harry, "There were so many Lockhart's thick books in the box, and there was no way to make room for it. ”

"Haven't you seen it? Harry didn't even lift his head.

The history of magic assignment required the paper to be three feet long, and he was six inches short of it, and he didn't know what to do next.