After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

The first event of the Dueling Club ended in a whimper because of Harry Potter's brilliant move.

There was no time to end it, so the little wizards scattered in twos and threes, and now only Yang Mei, Draco, Snape and Lockhart were left in the room.

Lockhart felt a knot in his heart. He had no idea when Selwyn came.

"Haha, Professor Snape, you've worked hard today. Go back and rest early. I'm leaving first. See you later!" Lockhart ran away faster than a rabbit.

"I will never come to this messed up duel club again!" Draco jumped down from the stage angrily. "Come to think of it, didn't you say you wouldn't come? Why are you here again?"

Yang Mei pointed upwards and said, "I went upstairs to do something important, and after I finished it, I came here on a whim. Tsk tsk, luckily I came, otherwise I would have missed the heroic appearance of the next head of our Malfoy family."

Draco listened calmly, and when Yang Mei finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up and tried to strangle Yang Mei's neck: "I knew you were here to watch my fun again! I'm going to fight you!"

As a result, Yang Mei used a leg lock spell with her backhand.

"...You have no moral principles." Draco gave him a middle finger.

"How much is martial virtue worth? Can it be eaten or drunk?" Yang Mei rolled her eyes.

He looked at Snape and suddenly realized that this man had not seen the current Voldemort.

Yang Mei tapped her pocket and said, "Say, do you want to meet your potion master?"

Voldemort came out of the Soul Tree directly: "Are you sure he is my Potions Master?"

Snape's pupils suddenly shrank. Knowing that the Dark Lord would come back sooner or later was one thing, but suddenly seeing the Dark Lord appear before his eyes was another.

"Master." Snape shouted with his head down. When he was thinking about whether to kneel down, Voldemort raised his hand to stop his next move.

"Alright, alright, there's no need to use that now. Severus, let's be frank. If it were eleven years ago, I would have thrown a dozen Cruciatus Curses at you without saying a word. You know you've been through it before. But now I want to give you a chance. You'd better think clearly about which side you are on!" After saying this, Voldemort didn't wait for Snape to answer and went straight back into the Soul Tree.

Snape had heard Lucius say vaguely before that the Dark Lord was not so crazy now, but seeing is believing. Today, he seemed to have been a lot more rational. Apart from his appearance, his temper was closer to what it was when he first joined the Death Eaters.

"Well, so can anyone tell me why Harry Potter can understand Parseltongue?" Snape asked Yang Mei and Draco.

"...It can be seen that the information gap between us is indeed a bit large. How about this, Severus, if you have thought it through, go ask Lucius or my father, they will tell you all the information they know." Yang Mei really didn't want to waste her energy on this. "Of course, the premise is that you have thought it through."

……

After the first event of the Dueling Club, most people's attitude towards Harry was a mixture of curiosity and fear.

Whether in the library, the restaurant, or just in a corridor, Harry could feel someone looking at him strangely, but when he looked over, those people would immediately look away.

"He really is like a monkey being watched now." Draco said, "Isn't that Weasley his best friend? Why do I seem to be keeping a distance from him?"

"They probably think his good brother is the heir of Slytherin." Yang Mei curled her lips slightly, "They are really bold. A Gryffindor is the heir of Slytherin, and the key is that many people believe it. The wizarding world will be finished sooner or later, I say."

"It won't come to this..." Draco sweated.

On the way to the Herbology class, we passed by the Hogwarts chicken coop and saw the big man Hagrid busying in and out, apparently dealing with the dead chickens.

"Are all those chickens dead?" Draco leaned over to look. Chicken is an indispensable ingredient in their daily life. If they were all dead, would the kitchen not be able to cook chicken food for the next few days?

It didn't seem like a big deal when he could eat it every day, but now that it seemed like he wouldn't be able to eat it anymore, Draco felt like he really wanted to eat curry chicken.

"Phil, I want to eat curry chicken." Draco said faintly, "Why are all the chickens dead?"

"We can eat it even if it's dead. Or rather, we can eat it because it's dead. Otherwise, do you think the chickens you ate before were cooked alive?" Yang Mei said helplessly, "But if the chicken died abnormally, such as dying of illness or being poisoned, then it really can't be eaten. It's better for us to eat curry pork ribs instead."

"Curry pork ribs? I've never had it." Draco imagined it for a moment and said, "You can try it. It shouldn't be bad."

The two of them had already reached the door of Greenhouse No. 3 where they were going to have classes today. Draco was still thinking about the dead chickens: "So I still want to know, why did all those chickens die for no apparent reason?"

"The basilisk is most afraid of the crowing of a chicken."

Draco suddenly realized: "Is that so..."

That night, two more lucky victims appeared.

From Yang Mei's God's perspective, the petrified Justin Finch-Fletchley should have seen Helbo's eyes through the body of the ghost Nicholas. Because there was a certain obstruction, he was just lucky to be petrified.

As for Nicholas, he was already dead and there was no way he could die again, so we could only consider him petrified.

But even more striking than the fact that another victim had appeared in the castle was that Harry Potter was once again the first to arrive at the crime scene.

It was as if he had hurt someone but failed to escape immediately.

Harry: “…”Mr. Qingtang, I am really wronged!

Yang Mei and Draco stood in front of the crowd with their arms folded and sighed in unison.

If this guy is unlucky, even drinking cold water will get his teeth stuck. Harry is in this state now.

Harry, who was standing in the encirclement, also saw Yang Mei and the other two, so he began to try all kinds of methods, mainly because he really needed someone who was willing to believe in him.

"Selwyn, you must believe me, right?! I'm really not the heir of Slytherin, and I don't mean to harm Finch-Fletchley and Nick!" Harry looked at Yang Mei anxiously.

"I believe you are not the heir of Slytherin, and I also believe you have no intention of harming anyone." Yang Mei said readily.

"But you were the only one here just now. Who else could it be if not you?"

"Yes, yes. I heard that Mrs. Norris and Colin Creevey who were petrified before were also related to him!"

Another girl blushed and shouted to Yang Mei, "Student Selwyn, don't trust him. He can understand snake language. How scary! Stay away from him!"

That's true... Harry couldn't explain why he possessed a rare skill.

He scratched his hair irritably, making it into a mess. "Forget it, it seems I can't explain it clearly."

"Why do you want to explain to them?"

Everyone looked at Yang Mei.

"Because, because they said I was the heir of Slytherin, and that I hurt people." Harry repeated what he had said many times before.

"If they say you are it, then you are it. Did Slytherin himself admit it? Were there any witnesses who saw that it was you who killed someone? You have clearly fallen into the 'self-proof trap'." Yang Mei spread her hands with an innocent expression, "If you have the guts, tell them to tell the Ministry of Magic to arrest you."

"That's true." Harry seemed to have opened the door to a new world. He could even draw inferences from one example. "Whatever you say, maybe you are right. I am the heir of Slytherin. I petrified them in my sleep. So you'd better be careful, or you will be the next one to be petrified!"

Harry was in a very happy mood as he looked at the people who were scared by him. He thanked Yang Mei and walked away with brisk steps.

The feeling of being a villain is so awesome!