On Monday afternoon, Harry sat at the table with a gloomy face, and the mountain of syrupy fruit pies, grilled eels, roast beef, lamb chops in front of him did not satisfy his appetite in the slightest, and on the other side of the auditorium, Draco Malfoy's strange imitation made Harry's mood extremely bad.

"Seriously, Harry!"

Ron, who was sitting next to him, looked at him worriedly and said,

"I think you might have lost your mind to that notebook, otherwise how dare you take the earmuffs off while taking care of the mandrake?"

In this morning's herb class, Professor Sprout had arranged for them to help some of the mandrakes that were growing well get into brighter pots, but Harry, who had been upset by Riddle last night, didn't know what to think, and actually removed his earmuffs.

The consequences of this were self-evident, and the screams of dozens of pots of mandrakes that were about to become adults sent Harry headlong into the ridge, and Professor Sprout was so frightened by this unexpected scene that he screamed in horror and almost fainted.

"Suspicious indeed, Harry--"

Hermione glanced twice at Professor Bryan, who had two large dark circles hanging from the faculty table, and then looked at Harry with a frown,

"Why do you think that a notebook that has been spent in the dark for fifty years is more plausible than Professor Blaine's speculation?"

Harry couldn't deceive himself that the poor state of the morning had nothing to do with the notebook, but there seemed to be some truth to Riddle's speculation in the notebook, that Riddle thought that the sound he had heard before the attack on Professor Lockhart's office and Lady Loris might have been just an ordinary snake hunting in a water pipe.

Riddle's memory sticks to his own claim that fifty years ago, the one who killed a girl in the bathroom was the monster he couldn't name, which Hagrid had raised.

"--Headmaster Deppeter is wiser than Dumbledore, Harry, the Ministry of Magic was more objective than it is now, if it wasn't for this confirmation, how could they have easily expelled a young wizard from school?"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and judging by the results of the series of attacks fifty years ago, Riddle was undoubtedly right, but emotionally, they preferred to believe Professor Bryan's guess.

"Let's put this to rest, Harry..."

Hermione wrinkled her eyebrows and said,

"By the end of this week, I can go to the library with Professor Blaine to look for materials... If I can find a snake that kills and petrifles, Harry, I think it's time for you to hand over your notes! ”

"Are you guys discussing this afternoon's practical lesson?"

Now, Neville stuck his chubby head out, his small round eyes full of worry.

"Oh, damn it, I forgot about it!"

Hermione looked at Professor Brian, who was discussing something with Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall above the auditorium, and slammed the table, causing even Harry to gasp.

Because the number of young wizards who volunteered to participate in the practical class was greatly reduced, in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class on Monday afternoon, Amosta first spent half of his time telling the first and second grade young wizards about the traps that some ancient wizards like to set in the ruins when exploring unknown magic ruins, and what methods the dark wizards outside usually use when poisoning people, and only half of the time did he lead a group of young wizards to the classroom on the eighth floor of the castle where the Yin corpse was hidden.

"Do you think a 'freelancer' who runs errands for people, finds potion ingredients, and delivers deliveries knows so much about the habits of dark wizards?"

On the way to the eighth floor, Seamus whispered to Dean.

"I have a cousin who used to be an Auror and was retired due to injury--"

Dean's tone and expression were mysterious,

"He once told me that there is a group of people who are not employees of the Ministry of Magic, but who make a living by arresting dark wizards, these people are privately called bounty hunters, and I think Professor Bryan was a wizard hunter hunting down dark wizards before he entered Hogwarts!"

Dean's reasoning was echoed by many, even Hermione blinking her eyes with a thoughtful expression.

"Apart from this, there is no reasonable explanation!"

Ron, who had already decided to quit the practice class, said to Harry in a matter-of-fact manner,

"I did hear my dad say that the Ministry of Magic sometimes does work with some unofficial special agents to fight against dark wizards, smugglers and other bad guys, they are all powerful guys, but they don't like to be bound by rules and regulations so they don't choose to join the Ministry of Magic--"

Although Amosta, who was walking at the forefront, did not look back, his powerful magic gave him a keen five senses, and he listened to all the whispers of the little wizards in his ears.

Bounty hunters...

Amosta smiled inwardly, he was not a bounty hunter who fought against dark wizards, but a dark wizard who was struck by bounty hunters...

"So--"

Amosta, who was standing in front of the oak door, turned to look at the little wizards with solemn expressions, and read their names aloud,

"Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Daphne Greengrass, Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbott, Ginny Weasley, Michael Corner, Blaise Sabini, Theodore Nott, Eloise Meadgan, Terry Bout, the students whose names I read above are in pairs and enter the labyrinth in the classroom in order..."

Amosta looked at the blue-faced Potter and Malfoy and smiled,

"This labyrinth has a memory function, and it has already recorded your progress from the last challenge... I hope you can take advantage of this last chance, and by the way, if someone can take out the dark creatures in the labyrinth, I'll add fifty points to his academy! ”

Grunt!

Harry swallowed, there was finally something more in Pyrusa's eyes than fear, a young wizard could have a few chances to earn fifty points for his house in his entire student career, and many young wizards would probably not be able to get so many points from the first to the seventh year combined!

Hermione was visibly anxious, and she suddenly realized that when she left the textbooks and materials, her on-the-spot adaptability seemed to be far from what she was satisfied with.

Harry and Draco reluctantly stood together again, the last time Harry's self-sacrificing spirit did stop Draco for a few days, but the emotion didn't last long, and Draco, who came to his senses, seemed to think that Harry's behavior was a kind of contempt for him, which made him even more unsparing in taunting Harry lately!

"This time things are different, Potter!"

Walking through the door, Draco spoke to Harry in a menacing voice, pulling out a silver dagger from his pocket, which looked like the one he used to handle potions materials in his usual Potions class.

"If you plead with me, maybe I'll have mercy on you later!"

Draco had privately approached Professor Bryan for advice on the Imperial Charm, and it seemed that he had some knowledge of the powerful spell.

"Are you sure you gave us a hint, Professor Blaine?"

Plea for Draco to protect himself?

This was more uncomfortable for Harry than it was for Harry, and he looked at Professor Brian pitifully, hoping to get some confidence from him, but unfortunately, Professor Brian was still smiling and had no intention of saying another word.

Harry's eyebrows moved, the first time he entered the maze, Professor Bryan seemed to be smiling like this, he also reminded himself that it was dark in the maze, be careful of falling..., wait, it's dark?

Harry's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had thought of something!