The time goes back a few dozen minutes ago.

Harry walked briskly to the Gryffindor Tower, picked up his Light Wheel 2000, and joined the bustling flow of people through the field, but his mind was still in the castle, chasing the sound. The only thing he masturbates about when he changes into a bright red robe in the locker room is that everyone is watching the game outside.

The players walked to the field with earth-shattering cheers. Oliver Wood took to the air and warmed up around the post. Ms. Hodge released the ball. The Hufflepuff players, dressed in pale yellow, were gathering at the moment to seize the last minute to discuss tactics.

Harry's eyes looked out into the audience, and the white-haired Malfoy stood out, squeezing his way through the crowd towards Ginny and Ron. Harry didn't see Hermione, though.

Cyrus gasped, sat down next to Ginny, and asked knowingly, "Finally found you, Hermione?" ”

"Went to the library." Ginny said at once that she had told all the things that had happened since she was separated from Cyrus.

"She's alone? You shouldn't let her go on her own, what if it's in danger? ”

"Wouldn't it? How did the heir know exactly where Hermione was? Ron didn't quite believe it was such a coincidence.

But just as Harry was about to ride his broomstick, Professor McGonagall suddenly ran across the arena with a large purple microphone in her hand.

His heart sank like a stone.

The attack is feared to have happened again.

Sure enough, it was really a sign that the monster was starting to act.

Ron's face turned pale, he stood up in a panic, and began to squeeze towards the playground: "It can't really be ......"

Sellers and Ginny hurriedly followed.

"The game is canceled." Professor McGonagall said through a microphone into the crowded bleachers. Disgruntled boos and shouts erupted from the crowd. Oliver Wood looked dejected. He landed on the ground, and without getting off his broomstick, he ran towards Professor McGonagall.

"But the Professor!" "We have to play...... Quidditch Cup...... Gryffindor ......"

Professor McGonagall ignored him and continued to hold the microphone and shout, "All students must return to the common room of the House, where the Head of House will tell you more about the situation. Please leave as soon as possible! ”

Then she lowered the microphone and motioned for Harry to come over.

"Potter, I think you'd better come with me......"

Harry wondered, why did he always find himself when something happened?

He couldn't figure out how the attack had anything to do with him now that he was in the Quidditch arena.

On the other side, nearly a thousand students made a noisy noise, and in the bustling flow of people, Cyrus, Ron, and Ginny struggled to separate the torrent and ran towards it.

"Well, maybe you'd better come too, Ron Weasley." McGonagall looked at Ron and was relieved, but Cyrus and Ginny weren't so lucky, "As for you two, hurry back to your own academy break room!" Especially Malfoy! ”

With that, she left with Harry and Ron, who didn't know what to do.

Harry glanced back and saw Cyrus and Ginny standing alone on the grassy playground, with the crowd behind them.

He felt as if the world had been divided into three parts, and the noisy noises were suddenly far away from him, and the tantrum Wood was like a silhouette in a mime.

"What the hell is going on?" Ginny said worriedly.

"I'm afraid there was an accident." Cyrus groaned for a moment and said, "Let's go back first, I'm sure Harry and Ron will tell us what happened when they get back." ”

"Well," Ginny could only nod, "I hope Hermione is okay......"

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"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed.

Their bad premonitions came true.

Professor McGonagall didn't take Harry and Ron to anyone's office this time, but went straight to the hospital hospital.

Hermione lay motionless, her glazed eyes unnaturally open.

"She was found near the library," Professor McGonagall said, "and I don't think any of you can explain this, right?" ”

"Someone forced her to open her eyes." Miss Pomfrey could see the strangeness of Hermione's expression at a glance, and she obviously wanted to close her eyes tightly, but her eyelids were rudely propped open.

"This means that there is a good chance that the attacker cast the spell through his gaze."

It was a clue that McGonagall easily thought of the basilisk, but the other victims could explain it, but there seemed to be nothing on Hermione that could stop her from looking at the basilisk. But she was still petrified, not killed.

"I'll escort you back to the Gryffindor Tower," Professor McGonagall said with a heavy heart, "anyway, I'm going to speak to the students anyway." ”

"All students have to go back to their college's common room by six o'clock in the evening. No student is allowed to leave the dormitory after this time. Each class is escorted by a teacher. No student is allowed to use the bathroom without a teacher. All Quidditch training and matches have been postponed. There will be no more activities in the evenings. ”

Gryffindor students huddled into the common room, silently listening to Professor McGonagall. She rolled up the parchment she had just read and said in a somewhat choked voice, "Actually, needless to say, I have rarely been in such pain before. Schools are likely to be closed unless the culprits who masterminded these attacks are caught. I urge everyone who thinks they know something to come forward. ”

She crawled somewhat awkwardly through the mouth of the portrait hole, and the Gryffindor students immediately began to chatter.

"There have already been two Gryffindors down, not counting the ghost of Gryffindor, a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff." Lee Jordan, a friend of the Weasley twins, counted on his fingers, "Has any of the teachers noticed that the Slytherins are all safe?" Isn't it obvious that these things came out of Slytherin? The heirs of Slytherin, the monsters of Slytherin - why don't they just get rid of all Slytherins? He shouted loudly, and the audience nodded frequently and burst into sparse applause.

But Harry wasn't listening.

He couldn't seem to shake off Hermione's appearance lying in a hospital bed, as stiff and sluggish as a stone sculpture. If the criminal is not caught soon, he will have to return to the Dursley home for the rest of his life. Tom Riddle was going to denounce Hagrid because he was faced with the prospect of returning to a Muggle orphanage once the school closed. Harry now fully understood how he felt.

"What are we going to do?" Ron whispered in Harry's ear, and he and Ginny huddled in the corner, "Do you think they suspect Hagrid?" ”

"We've got to talk to him," Harry said, making up his mind, "I can't believe it's him this time." But since he released the monster last time, he must know how to enter the secret room, and this is a breakthrough point. ”

"But Professor McGonagall said we had to stay in the tower, unless we were in a classroom—"

"I think," said Harry, his voice softer, "that it's time to get my father's old cloak out again." ”

"Then let's go find Mr. Riddle first, and then we'll go together."