Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 448 Murder in Harry's Men's Bathroom

Over the next two weeks, Harry saw the best Quidditch practice he had ever had as captain.His crew, rejoicing at getting rid of McLaggen and finally getting Katie back, flew exceptionally well.

"This weekend should be the last Quidditch match of this semester, right?" Hera sat behind the desk, tapping her fingers lightly on the table, making a clicking sound.

"Yes, the last match is about to begin," Tom hissed, spitting out a red letter. "If I remember correctly, it should be Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor. That's why Harry and the others got extra excited."

"Well, I really miss it." Hera twisted her neck and made a cracking sound. He stood up suddenly from the chair, "Let's go to watch the game. I've been looking forward to it for a long time. This reminds me of it."

"Enough is enough, I've heard you say this several times." Tom complained, but still climbed up to He's body along He's stretched arm.

It's not just Hera who attaches great importance to this game, the whole school's interest in Gryffindor and Ravenclaw games is extremely high.Because this game will determine the name of the yet-to-be-determined Academy Champions Cup.Gryffindor only needs to lead Ravenclaw by more than three hundred points - which is obviously impossible - for them to win the championship.If the lead is less than three hundred points, it will be behind Ravenclaw.A hundred points behind would put Hufflepuff in third.If you fall behind by more than one hundred points, you will drop to fourth.

If that was the case, Harry would definitely be recorded in the history of Hogwarts—even though his name had already appeared several times on it, but he obviously didn’t want to stay in the history of the school in this way—in the past 200 years, the Gryffindor team won the first last place, and their captain was the famous Harry Potter.

And just a few days before the game, they got bad news.

Harry was locked up, and it was every Saturday morning, and this Saturday morning happened to be the start time of the last Quidditch match.It was none other than Snape who had put him in detention.But even Professor McGonagall, who most hoped that the Gryffindor team would win the game, did not stop Snape's punishment. She even thought that the punishment was a bit light. When she faced Professor Snape in the auditorium, she always bowed her head in shame.

This is extremely rare.

But Hera knew it very well, and this matter was also posted on the bulletin board.

"Regarding the results of the recent tragedy in the men's room: Given that Harry Potter almost killed Mr. Draco Malfoy, he should be punished."

This made the hearts of all the Gryffindor students sink to the bottom of the valley, not only because they were about to lose their last Quidditch match and fall to the bottom of the points, but because their hero and savior Harry Potter almost killed an innocent student.

If Moaning Myrtle hadn't alerted the professor in time, and Snape happened to be patrolling the corridors, they might have sent another student away this year.

In the auditorium, in the common room, in the classroom, everyone subconsciously avoided Harry, lest he suddenly explode and cast a jinx at them.Only Hermione, Ginny and Ron were willing to approach him, and even his roommates Seamus, Dean and Neville were full of fear of him.

"It's not the first time," said Harry ruefully. "They always do."

"Actually, Harry, I told you earlier that there must be something wrong with that prince." Hermione said, obviously still unable to hold back, even though she knew Harry must be in a terrible mood, "Am I right?"

"I don't think so," said Harry stubbornly.

"Harry," said Hermione, "why are you still guarding that book? That spell—"

"Could you stop nagging about that book?" said Harry grimly. "The Prince just copied it out there! He didn't suggest it to anyone else! Maybe he just recorded a spell that was used on him!"

"I don't believe it, you're actually justifying what you did—"

"Yeah, but was there anything wrong with what I did?" said Harry right away, "If I hadn't done it, it wouldn't have been as simple as being in detention. You know I wouldn't have used a spell like that, not even on Malfoy. But you can't blame the Prince, he didn't write 'That's a good spell, try it' - he just made a note for himself, right, not for anyone else"

Hermione opened her mouth wide, her hair was dark golden under the sunlight, after a while, she seemed to have guessed something, and said, "Are you going to tell me that you have to go back—"

"Take that book? Yes, I will," said Harry firmly. "Listen, I wouldn't have won the Felicia without the Prince, and I wouldn't have known how to undo Ron's poison, and I wouldn't have survived Malfoy. You don't think Malfoy would use a spell like 'Incisor Match Club' on me, do you?"

Hermione immediately wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Ginny.

"Come on, Hermione! It sounds like Malfoy wants to use an Unforgivable Curse, and he probably will, and you should be glad Harry has a good trick against him!"

"Of course I'm glad Harry didn't get cursed!" said Hermione, clearly stung by the words, "but you can't do that magic spell, can you? Ginny, look what it did to Harry! Thinking about the prospect of your match, I thought—"

"Oh, don't start pretending you know Quidditch," Ginny snapped, "that's just embarrassing."

Harry and Ron were dumbfounded - Hermione and Ginny, who had always been on good terms, were now sitting with their arms folded, eyes staring in opposite directions.

But it gave Harry a burst of joy, even though they hadn't spoken all night.

But while they were arguing, a quarrel was also taking place in the principal's office.

"You already knew he had my textbooks?" Snape said angrily, his cool so rare that Hera could easily read his thoughts - anger, anger, anger.

Hera stood up, staring into Snape's black beetle-like eyes and said in a deep voice, "You don't think I can stop this, do you? And before that, you never suspected why Harry's potion level has improved by leaps and bounds?"

"I doubted it." Snape's face was tense, his teeth clenched together, making a harsh rubbing sound. "But I didn't expect it to be like this. You better understand the seriousness of this matter."

"Of course I understand, Severus," Hera said with a smile. "It's not as bad as we thought, is it?"

"He nearly killed a student today," said Snape coldly. "I have no doubt that when he learns the truth, he will cast the same spell on you."

"That's exactly what we want, isn't it?" Hera said with a chuckle, "And, are you really not going to have a good chat with 'him'?"

Snape closed his eyes, and he took a deep breath, "You'd better let 'him' come out, I'll have to ask myself."

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed, 'he' is not here now." Hera turned around slowly, looking at the direction of the dark Forbidden Forest, the twinkling stars in the sky cast their brilliance on the field, which looked extremely beautiful.

"I'll wait here for 'him' to come back." Snape sat down on the chair angrily, he hugged his shoulders, "Potter didn't hand over my textbooks, he will continue to act."

"Please." Hera sat down, and continued to read "Transfiguration Today" as if she didn't care about Snape at all. After a while, he picked up the brass wine bottle and took a sip.

Snape's eyes narrowed dangerously, staring intently at Hera.

By Saturday, the pivotal game was still going on as scheduled, but its prelude was still there.The students from the two colleges demonstrated and threatened each other, but the Gryffindor students were particularly unassuming. They seemed to have no confidence, and everything was just holding on.

Under Mrs. Hooch's command, they ascended to the sky together.

"Hey, Hera, I thought you weren't going to go out!" Professor Flitwick said solemnly standing on a chair, beside him was Professor McGonagall, who was nervously staring at the players in mid-air, her hands clenched tightly.

Hera smiled, "I always go out to meet the sun, and this game is very important, isn't it? This is our last game of this school year." Hera raised her head and looked at the players doing various difficult moves in mid-air, showing a look of reminiscence.

"I don't remember you being so interested in Quidditch, and this game" Professor Flitwick lowered his voice, trying not to let Professor McGonagall hear him, but he was
Hera took out the brass jug from her waist and took a small sip, "In such a difficult period, what could be better than the last Quidditch match without any scruples? Besides, the outcome is still uncertain!"

"That's what you say, but—" Professor Flitwick said, he glanced hesitantly at Professor McGonagall next to him, she was almost crying, because Ravenclaw led Gryffindor by nearly a hundred points, and without Harry's leadership, they were like a mess.What happened to Harry had hit them hard.

But then things developed beyond everyone's expectations. The Gryffindor team scored nearly [-] points in a row. Ron seemed to wake up suddenly. He angrily smashed every Quaffle near the goal.

In the end, the Gryffindor team won by a huge margin of four hundred and five to one hundred and four.Perhaps it was Ravenclaw who learned the news that Harry would not be able to appear, neglected to train, and gained a huge advantage at the beginning, which made them relax their vigilance.

Ginny also managed to snatch the Snitch from Cho Chang.

"What a wonderful game." Hera stood up and applauded vigorously, and Professor McGonagall cried again.

Professor Flitwick clapped with a weird expression, but he still congratulated: "It's really wonderful, even though Ravenclaw lost."

"They...they were amazing. They exceeded my expectations and I'm so proud of them," Professor McGonagall sobbed, applauding as she wiped away tears, making her look flustered.

"Until the last moment, you will never know who the winner will be." Hera said loudly, "It was really a wonderful match!"

Harry, who was locked up in Snape's office, knew nothing about it. He had to help Filch clean up old files in Snape's office, while desperately imagining the game on the other side of the Hogwarts grounds.

Snape's words made Harry feel even more ashamed.

"In boxes 1012 to 1056, you'll see some familiar names, which will undoubtedly add to the fun of the work. Here, you see"

He pulled out a card from a box on the top with a grand gesture, and read: "James Potter and Sirius Black cast an illegal jinx on Bertram Aubrey, and Aubrey's head doubled in size. Both were placed in solitary confinement." Snape sneered, "It must be a relief to think about it. Although he is no longer here, his 'great' deeds are still recorded."

Sirius was helping to keep an eye on the potions in a cubicle next to Snape's office, a job Snape had given him.In the beginning, Snape had plans to take revenge on Sirius, but he had lost all his memories. Not only did he not feel ashamed, he even felt valued for Snape giving him a job, which made Snape very disgusted.

So Sirius was sent next door by Snape to oversee a potion that needed to be brewed for a month, so that he wouldn't have to see Sirius' dog face every day.

Harry's work was obviously boring and pointless, but it still gave him a twitch at times - and that was apparently Snape's purpose - as he read the name of his father or Sirius, usually the two together for all sorts of trivial mistakes, and sometimes Remus Lupine and Peter Pettigrew.

This makes Harry more and more desperate. In his heart, his father has always been a great hero. He used his life to protect Harry and Lily (although it didn't work at all).

And Snape watched with interest the expression on Harry's face, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, this was what he wanted to see.

At ten o'clock, Snape let Harry go. At this time, Harry was hungry and desperate. He hadn't eaten anything at noon, and he didn't know how to face his classmates who had lost the game, which made him feel terrified.

On the way Hera and Flitwick returned to the castle from the field, they had been enduring Professor McGonagall's excited celebrations. They could understand Professor McGonagall's mood, but this really made them overwhelmed.

"Minerva, we all know that this incident is indeed very happy," Professor Flitwick said helplessly, "but don't forget, I am the head of Ravenclaw."

"Oh, of course I won't forget," Professor McGonagall couldn't close his mouth with joy, which made Professor Flitwick even more distressed. "But I'm just happy, you know? This is probably the most exciting match I've seen in recent years!"

(End of this chapter)