Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 125 Dumbledore sent a meeting invitation

They crossed the grounds to Hagrid's hut.

The air was filled with the smell of chicken blood, and there were traces of chicken blood dripping on the moist soil. Hagrid was busy in the fence nearby.

"The chickens aren't meant to feed Norbert..."

Hermione held up her robe carefully to prevent it from getting stained with chicken blood.

"You know, to feed a dragon you need a lot of chickens..."

"It looks like something murdered those chickens." Cohen pointed to the dead chickens near Hagrid.

This should be the second batch of dead chicks. Maybe Lockhart came to clean up a wave at that time, and then Draco came to clean up another wave in the past few days.

"Oh—you're here..."

Hagrid looked up and saw the four of them, and without fear of getting dirty, he wiped his forehead with his muddy hands, causing his forehead, which was originally just sweaty, to be covered in mud - Hagrid realized this, but forgot that there was still mud on his hands, so he wiped more and more, and finally his face was covered with mud stained with chicken blood.

"Hagrid, stop..." Hermione couldn't help laughing and stopped Hagrid from cleaning his face. She used a cleansing spell to help Hagrid remove the mud on his face.

Hagrid enthusiastically led them inside.

"Huh..." He let out a long breath. "How strange! This is already the third batch of chickens that have died in school. I was just setting up a trap - I have a feeling it's those thestrals who are greedy..."

"Thestrals steal chickens?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Not usually, but they've been wandering around a bit strangely lately. Maybe they want to try something new..." Hagrid guessed. "Did something happen at school?"

Harry couldn't wait to tell Hagrid what had happened at school during this time.

"What?!" Hagrid's eyes widened. "A student was attacked yesterday?"

"And it's exactly the same as Filch's," Harry continued. "A house-elf told me that a student is helping Voldemort resurrect..."

Hagrid shuddered at the mention of Voldemort's name.

"This must be reported to Professor Dumbledore immediately," Hagrid urged. "It concerns You-Know-Who—you must also be careful to be safe. I really don't know which student would want to help him, and why would they help such an evil villain..."

"Will Professor Dumbledore believe us?" Harry asked in disbelief. In fact, he himself felt that all this was a bit too bizarre.

It was just the words of a house-elf from an unknown family, and had almost no credibility.

"Professor Dumbledore will believe you," Hagrid said in a very confident tone. "If you're worried, I can go and tell him - it just so happens that I have to ask him for something - I want to cast a spell next to the chicken coop, which should be able to protect the next batch of chicks to grow up healthily..."

Cohen wanted to take the suitcase away, and Hagrid had been very busy recently and had no time to take care of Norbert.

But in fact, Norbert does not need any care at all. His life only consists of eating and sleeping. The only thing that requires human participation is to regularly cast cleaning spells on Norbert's nest, because there will be piles of bones and dragon feces there every once in a while.

"Hagrid's right."

On the way back, Hermione said to Harry and Coin,

"We should have gone to see Professor Dumbledore a long time ago. Remember, a strange creature came to your dormitory and woke you all up!"

"Indeed," Harry nodded, "but at the time we were worried about being suspected of being the culprit of the attack."

"It's different now. We couldn't possibly be the attackers," Hermione said logically. "When Colin was attacked, Cohen, Ron, and I should have been in the dormitory..."

"Oh, yes, yes." Ron nodded repeatedly, because he and Cohen went to bed early last night.

Cohen didn't answer.

Although, Cohen said he went to sleep that night, but he actually sneaked out in the middle of the night - but no one noticed.

"No..." Harry thought of something and his face suddenly darkened.

"I'm not," said Harry dryly. "Colin was attacked on his way to visit me. I think he was only a few doors down from the hospital wing."

And it happened to be when Dobby came to find him.

Dumbledore was also in the hospital wing at the time, and Harry had turned his back and pretended to be asleep - he suspected that Dumbledore knew he was awake.

Simply knowing Voldemort's name had little impact on events—they ultimately didn't tell Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore came to find them.

After lunch, Dumbledore sent a senior student to find them and invited them to tea.

"Why do all confidential discussions have to take place over tea?"

Cohen asked in confusion on the way to the principal's office.

"This is more like getting your parents called in when you do something wrong at school—"

"Why did Professor Dumbledore suddenly come to us?" Harry said worriedly.

"Perhaps Hagrid told him?" Hermione guessed cleverly, "But Hagrid might not know the actual situation, so Professor Dumbledore asked us to go."

The senior student leading the way in front didn’t understand anything, so he just calmly played the role of “guide”.

"Candy Spider."

The senior student spoke the command to the gargoyle in the principal's office.

"I don't like this password..." Ron shuddered, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. "Spider..."

He has always been afraid of spiders.

"Come in." The senior left after sending the four people up the moving spiral staircase.

They knocked on the principal's office door after the ladder swung to the top.

"Please come in."

Dumbledore's steady voice came from behind the door.

He sat behind his desk, with four chairs already placed in front of him.

Cohen was very familiar with the place, but the other three seemed a little reserved - they had never actually been to the principal's office before.

"Good afternoon, take a seat. What would you like to drink? Tea, milk, or pumpkin juice?" Dumbledore greeted them with a smile. "Of course, there's also the milk tea that Cohen likes—"

There's no need to single me out like this!
Cohen took the cup of milk tea that floated next to him, with brown foam full of caramel floating on it.

For the sake of sweetness, let's be a little sweet to Dumbledore this time, give him the feeling that "Cohen still trusts me more", and make old Dumbledore happy.

"Hagrid told me you had something important to report, but he didn't seem to know the details - would you care to tell me?"

Dumbledore's eyes moved over the four people through the half-moon lenses, finally landing on Harry.

"Yes—yes, Professor..."

Harry swallowed and began to tell Dumbledore what had happened before in a halting manner.

(End of this chapter)