Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

The students crowded at the entrance of the castle. Professor McGonagall led Harry and Ron over, and the crowd separated into a lane.

The little wizard who was still muttering about the cancellation of the game stopped talking. Harry followed closely behind Professor McGonagall, his head bowed deeply. He really felt the suspicion and surprised eyes one after another.

But Harry himself didn't know what happened.

"Ron, where is Hermione?" Harry asked in a low voice, and he suddenly realized that Hermione was not there.

Thinking of this, Harry suddenly trembled, "Could something have happened to Hermione?"

"I don't know." Ron shook his head slightly.

Harry stepped onto the marble steps with an uneasy expression, and Professor McGonagall led them purposefully to a place, not any way to the office.

This road... is to the school hospital!

Sure enough, Harry's judgment was not wrong. As he approached the school hospital, he felt that his whole body was already shaking.

Professor McGonagall stopped and said in a surprisingly gentle voice,

"You will be shocked..." She paused, as if thinking about what to say, "Another attack happened..."

Harry felt confused, his vision went dark, and he could hardly stand...

"Is it...Hermione?" he murmured softly.

At this time, Professor McGonagall had opened the door, and Harry and Ron walked in together.

Madam Pomfrey was leaning over to check something, and the figure standing next to Pomfrey was one that Harry was most familiar with.

"It's not Hermione." He breathed a sigh of relief, and then his heart started to lift again, "If it's not Hermione, then who is it? Neville? No, Neville was at the stadium just now, Seamus? Or..."

While thinking about it, the two of them approached.

"Thul..." Ron exclaimed.

Soul lay motionless on the bed, eyes wide open, arms up.

"He was discovered by Miss Granger in the corridor near the library." Professor McGonagall said, "I don't think either of you can explain this, right?"

Harry and Ron shook their heads vigorously.

Hermione stood by the bed blankly, staring at Soul on the bed, her face extremely pale.

Harry noticed that Hermione was clutching a note in her hand.

"I will escort you back to Gryffindor Tower." Professor McGonagall said in a serious tone, "No matter what, I need to remind the students."

"Come on, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, and you, Weasley."

"Do not interrupt Madam Pomfrey's treatment of the injured."

Hermione could hardly breathe. She walked heavily behind the three of them, turning back every step of the way. God knows how scared this girl was when she saw Soul lying motionless on the ground.

This is already the second time this semester.

"All students must return to the common room of their college before six o'clock in the evening. No student is allowed to leave the college lounge without permission after this time, and evening classes are temporarily canceled." Professor McGonagall held a card in her hand Parchment, said to the young lions filling the common room.

"Each class is escorted by a teacher and no student is allowed to use the restroom without a teacher accompanying them."

"What about Quidditch training?" Oliver Wood stretched out his hand weakly.

All of a sudden, a group of people turned their heads and stared at Wood. Wood retracted his hand in a dignified manner. He may have realized that it was not appropriate to mention this matter at this time.

"That's what I was about to say, Mr. Wood." Professor McGonagall glared at him, seeming a little annoyed at his inappropriate remarks.

"All outdoor training or relaxation is cancelled, including Quidditch."

The Gryffindor common room fell into silence as everyone digested the news that Professor McGonagall just said.

Hermione stood at the back in a state of confusion. She could not forget the sight of Soul lying stiff and sluggish on the cold ground. Compared to the sight of Soul being covered in blood but still breathing, this was even more difficult to accept.

Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment document that she had just read and said in a low, almost suffocating voice,

"I have been teaching for so many years, and this is the first time I have encountered such a serious situation. Although the latest victim is not a Gryffindor student, I am equally sad and hope you will be vigilant."

"The school is likely to be closed as a result unless the perpetrators behind these attacks are caught and I urge everyone who thinks they know something to come forward."

The little wizards looked at me and I looked at you, but no one said a word at this time.

Professor McGonagall left, with a serious and composed expression.

Immediately after she left, the little wizards began to chatter among themselves.

"Several students have fallen. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff have all been attacked, not counting a ghost." A young wizard counted on his fingers, "Has anyone noticed, Slater?" The Lins are safe? Are they? Apparently this is Slytherin's work..."

"There are no students in Ravenclaw who were attacked." Another young wizard retorted, "It's possible that a student who was supposed to be sorted into Slytherin entered Ravenclaw. This is not uncommon. I am in the sorting house. The Sorting Hat asked me whether I would choose Ravenclaw or Gryffindor."

"But Slytherin is the biggest suspect, isn't he?"

"Only the evil heir of Slytherin would do this! I remember that the founder of Slytherin left the castle because he disagreed with the three founders' ideas. Maybe he left behind some tricks when he left the castle. as punishment."

"Actually, it's Slytherin who doesn't get along with us, Gryffindors."

The little wizards talked to each other, but no one could give any conclusive evidence. They chatted and discussed just to vent their inner panic and anxiety.

Hermione stood in the corner with a pale face, and Harry and Ron also muttered together.

"I think it's Slytherin," Ron said. "Do you remember what happened on the train when we first entered school? Malfoy was causing trouble in our carriage, and Soul stopped him."

"It's not just this one," Harry thought to himself, but he didn't say it out loud, just nodded silently.

"What do you think, Hermione? Who do you think could be the murderer?"

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head after a while, "I'm very confused right now, and I want to take a rest."

With that said, she squeezed past Harry, bypassed the crowd and walked to the women's dormitory alone.

The lonely figure was in sharp contrast to the bustling Gryffindor lounge.

"She must feel uncomfortable," Ron said. "Normally, she and Soul are just like the same person."

Harry nodded, the scene of Soul lying stiff and stiff on the bed with his hands stretched out lingered in his mind.

If the culprit is not caught soon, he will return to the Dursleys to live out his life.