The first week of school had passed quickly amid the rumors, and now that Harry had been treated to the fact that he had accidentally revealed himself to be a parseltongue in Professor Lockhart's dueling class last year, he could feel the people around him secretly looking at him and whispering ominously wherever he went.

There was sympathy and schadenfreude in those eyes that peered at him, even within Gryffindor House.

Of course, Harry wasn't too surprised, for he had expected it since Monday night when Seamus told him that Hufflepuff's Ernie McMillan had finally heard from Professor Sprout what the Amosta Bryan they had met that night at the opening dinner had come for.

The garlic heads, exorcisms, and amulets that were popular for a while last semester are once again popular on campus, but the only thing that is good is that this time Neville didn't wear his amethyst necklace around his neck.

The person Harry hated the most was Draco Malfoy.

After Potions class on Wednesday afternoon, Harry was about to rush out of the classroom with his 'D' homework card, but Goyle and Crabbe stood in the doorway blocking their way, and with their size, almost none of them could rush out.

Harry turned to look coldly at Draco, who was sitting at his desk with a wicked smile on his face, "Get out of the way of your two idiot henchmen, Malfoy, unless you want to see them cut into many pieces and stuffed into jars!" ”

Malfoy's smile was even more cryptic when he heard this, and the inexplicable pity in his eyes made Harry even more angry, "Speaking of cutting into many pieces, Potter"

Malfoy raised his pointed chin and made his usual procrastination sound,

"I'm feeling a little sorry for you, Potter, I thought your worst was going to be neighboring the Dementors in Azkaban for the rest of your life, but now, I can't guarantee that, I think maybe you'll be cut into pieces and sent to Professor Sprout's mandrake for manure!"

"He's been so threatening lately, Harry."

Neville, who was standing beside Harry, blushed and whispered, "That's what he said to me in the Great Hall at noon. ”

"It's incredible that you managed to get Malfoy out of the auditorium alive, Neville." Ron's face turned blue with rage, and he pulled out his tape-attached wand and pointed it at Malfoy,

"Want to see who turns into flower fertilizer first, Malfoy!"

"Twenty points for Gryffindor, plus two days of confinement, Weasley."

At this time, Snape, who was packing up his things on the podium and oblivious to the conflict, walked over and stared lazily at Ron, "I hope this will teach you a lesson, Weasley, in my classroom, you are not allowed to point wands at your classmates." ”

The outcome of the clash left Harry in a bad mood for several days, and Quidditch was out of shape during training, as Wood was particularly concerned because of his missed convictions in last year's final.

"If you want to catch that killer and prove your innocence, Harry, could you please wait until after the final to start your project?"

"Wood shouldn't have said that to you, Harry, it's not your fault!"

On Sunday night, in the school hospital, when a depressed Harry relayed Wood's words to Hermione, Hermione said angrily.

"You can't blame him so much, Hermione, I've heard Fred and George say that Wood wants to be a professional Quidditch player at Pudmere United after graduation, so it means a lot to him to lead Gryffindor to the championship, and unfortunately, Wood is in the sixth year, and this or next year is his last chance."

Ron said a fair word for Wood, which caused Harry to feel even more guilty.

"But he can't take it all Harry's fault for not winning the game, Ron, why can't he find the reason in himself?"

Hermione said with her arms folded over her chest.

Ron shrugged his shoulders and closed his mouth sensibly.

The three of them knew that as long as the Slytherin heirs were not found out for a day, Harry's current situation was unlikely to improve, and this was the most difficult, otherwise the school board would not have found someone to enter Hogwarts to take care of it.

Most of the cats on Hermione's face and body had faded, which made her less secretive about her image, and she lifted the futon and got out of bed, walking around the room with a furrowed brow, thinking about what could be done to help Harry ease the misunderstandings.

Outside the door came the voices of several Gryffindor wizards, all of whom were Harry and the people they knew, Neville, Ginny, Petyer, and Lavender.

They were negotiating with Madam Pomfrey to come in and see Hermione, as the rumors that Hermione had been attacked and petrified had not been dispelled, but Madam Pomfrey had rightly rejected them.

Hermione looked at the door, her expression less serious, but she was very touched by the concern of her friends.

"Perhaps, we can go and ask for Mr. Bryan's help..."

Hermione stared at the doorknob for a long time, and for some reason, Amosta Bryan suddenly came to mind, putting aside the prejudices between the houses, and to be honest, Hermione felt good about the gentle young wizard, at least, he was a polite and understanding person.

"Are you crazy, Hermione?"

Ron puffed out his cheeks in surprise, "Have you forgotten that Harry's current situation is caused by this Inquisitor!" ”

"It's not his fault, Ron," Hermione said domineeringly, "Mr. Bryan just followed the school board's orders to enter the school to track down the secret room, which is his duty, but that doesn't mean he will necessarily target Harry, does it?" ”

Hermione was pleased that her words had made him ponder, and she looked at Harry, who was frowning, and continued,

"So, Harry, as far as you know, is there any substantive move on Mr. Bryan's?"

"That's the problem, Hermione!"

Ron answered the question in place of Harry, "Many people thought that our Mr. Inquisitor would be carrying out an unprecedented operation...,

Like sending everyone to search the castle, like calling the people from Slytherin House one by one for interrogation, etc., but so far, he has done nothing, just stayed in his office and didn't come out, as if he had come back to Hogwarts for a vacation... In my opinion, Hagrid must have made a mistake, maybe someone else defeated Bill and Charlie! ”

"Fred and George told us that Mr. Bryan never goes out at night, and only during the day he occasionally goes to the kitchen to get himself something to eat, and by the way, he solves the hygiene problem. ”

Hermin was surprised by this answer, and she stood at the end of the bed with a frown, her lips pursed as if Professor McGonagall had discovered that the Gryffindor students had been caught on their night outing.

"Fred and George are spying on Mr. Blaine? I mean, he needs to go to class two days a day, so why can he know his whereabouts so well? ”

"I asked, but he didn't want to say!"

Ron puffed up and said, "Fren told me that this is the secret of his two successes..., hum, I don't see any success for him except for avoiding Filch's hand!" ”

Ron's evaluation was not very impressive, at least Harry felt that Fred and George did a good job of making everyone happy, especially the joke products they occasionally brought out, which were very popular with young wizards.

Discussing how Fred and George sped on Mr. Bryan has been detracted from the original topic, and is doomed to go unanswered.

At eight o'clock, Madam Pomfrey hurried to pick him up and make his way back to the Gryffindor common room, where Ron was babbling about Hermione's reluctance to share her Potions homework, but Harry was used to it, and as a rule, Hermione wouldn't let them copy a word until he had finished his schoolwork.

“... If you can prove your innocence to Mr. Blaine, Harry, in his current form, if he can help you explain it to everyone as an inquisitor, maybe it will be more effective than Headmaster Dumbledore's words! ”

Standing in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, thinking back to Hermione's admonition, Harry hesitated.

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