The four of them were silent for a while, Harry was distraught, and Cyrus slowly walked to the window, just as light snow began to fall outside the window.

Sellers was also thinking about things, and for a moment there was only the sound of firewood burning in the lounge.

It wasn't long before Harry and Ron went upstairs to rest.

He was probably worried that the members of the club would come back after a while, and to be honest, Harry didn't know what to do when something like this happened.

Escaping seems to be the easiest option.

Only Sellers and Hermione were left in the common room, and the little witch picked up the book and read it for a while, feeling a little sleepy.

"Shall we go and rest too?" Hermione said to Cyrus, "But, how about going take a bath first?" It's a bit cold. ”

Sellers ???

"Okay."

Hogwarts has a lot of bathrooms where you can take a bath, and in fact, there is a bathhouse in the dormitory. It's just that unlike the luxurious place like the prefect's bathroom, the dormitory's bathhouse is just a public bathhouse for men and women.

Cyrus used Ginny's body, so naturally he could only enter the women's bathhouse.

It wasn't cold at all in the bathhouse, and when the shower was turned on, the warm water fell with a bang. Hogwarts naturally doesn't have solar power or water heaters, but it can be used to heat up water with magic.

The bathroom was foggy, and Cyrus sat with another small tablet, Hermione washing her fluffy hair.

"Ginny, can you wipe my back for me? I can't reach it. ”

"Absolutely." Sellers said calmly.

He's not Lolicon, and he's not interested in Hermione's little tablet for the time being.

-----------------

The next morning, Cyrus walked down with Ginny's seemingly energetic body and found Harry sitting by the burning fireplace, not saying a word. Ron and Hermione playing wizarding chess.

"What's wrong with you? Don't go to class? ”

"There is only a herbal class today, which has been canceled." Ron turned his head, "It's snowing, and Professor Sprout is going to put on a sock and scarf for Mandrake." ”

Then Hermione whispered in Cyrus' ear, "It's hard for Harry, you know what happened yesterday...... Everyone was avoiding him. ”

"I think I can explain it for you." Sellers thought for a moment and said.

But Harry had already gotten up from the couch, "No, no thanks. I don't care what they think of me, as long as you believe me, it's enough. ”

"Where are you going?" Ron saw Cyrus and Harry walking out together. He remembered that Ginny's lesson today seemed to be in the afternoon?

"Breakfast."

"I'm going to breathe."

Sellers and Harry walked out of the common room together.

Sure enough, a snowstorm fell outside the castle, and thick, gray snowflakes fluttered in the sky, sealing every window, and the castle was much darker than usual during the day.

"Don't worry too much, Harry, I'm sure they'll soon understand that you wouldn't do such a thing, and everybody knows you're a man of integrity." Cyrus reassured.

"Thank you, Ginny." Harry smiled reluctantly, he didn't have much hope for it, like "Ginny" said yesterday, those people don't care what the truth is, they just need a conversation, so much has happened, they need an outlet for their emotions.

Is it all the same for him, and preferably for him!

Who made him the famous Harry Potter, and it was always extra satisfying to associate a famous person with those bad things. It's as if just by doing that, they can look more sober than anyone else.

Instead of walking together, the two quickly separated.

Sellers didn't go to the hall to eat, but turned around and went to the bathroom on the third floor.

The attack must continue, not for the sake of the attack itself, but only to create panic that the events in Hogwarts will be noticed, and only then can Sellers find a way to temporarily expel Dumbledore from the school.

Otherwise, even if he was resurrected, he would not be Dumbledore's opponent.

Soon, he came out of the bathroom alone, and by this moment the basilisk was already running through the pipes. Sellers walks down the hallway, looking for the next target he can attack.

It was snowing heavily, thick, gray snowflakes wafting in the air, and the corridors were filled with wind.

He quickly found a target, Justin Finchrie. A second-year Hufflepuff wizard from the Muggle world.

He looked like he was going to the kitchen to get some extra stove, along with a friend of his. Sellers didn't know, but it didn't matter.

He cast an illusion spell on himself and followed them.

"Ernie, do you think Harry Potter will really be the heir to Slytherin?" Justin asked his companion as he walked, "Honestly, that parseltongue you guys talked about, I only found out there was such a thing yesterday. ”

"I think it's eight or nine, it's an ability exclusive to dark wizards." Ernie swore by it, "And you can see how terrible it was when he talked to that snake yesterday!" ”

"Maybe you're right." Justin nodded earnestly.

Cyrus had already walked over to them, and he took out his wand and waved it near Justin's temple.

Out of body.

Justin's eyes immediately wandered, as if he had been snatched away by Sellers. He stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ernie asked curiously.

"It's nothing, I remember that I have something to do and need to go back first, can you help me get a cup of hot pumpkin juice?" Justin spoke abruptly under Cyrus' control.

Ernie didn't doubt him: "Then you have to be careful on the road, I remember you told him that you were Muggle-born, right?" ”

"I'll be careful."

Sellers controls Justin to leave. Luckily, because of the weather, there were very few people in the corridor today, it was too cold, and it was still snowing, and if the snow stopped, there would be quite a few people coming out to hang out.

He takes Justin on a quest for traces of the castle's ghosts, and soon meets a headless Nick wandering through a dark hallway.

He then unlocks the Imperius Curse from Justin.

The confused wizard hadn't figured out what was going on, and looked around blankly.

"How am I ...... Over here? ”

"Why are you here? You're so confused, didn't you come by yourself? Nick tilted his head—his head almost dropped—and said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Are you the ghost of Gryffindor? What are you doing here? ”

"It's nothing, solve problems." Nick said gloomily, "Also, I found the window open here, and I wanted to close it for you, only to find out that I was dead, a ghost—"

As he spoke, he suddenly noticed a look of extreme fear on Justin's face, and then he fell straight down as if he had been frightened out of his body.

"-How? I'm a ghost, is it that scary? Nick's face was full of absurdity, "I remember every year when the little wizard first entered the school?" ”

He turned his head with a strange face—

Now he knew why Justin was so scared.