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Chapter 512 Peter: I am so tired. No rebellious son is easy to worry about!

"You did it Mark!"

After Madam Hooch blew the whistle to end the game, Wood, Harry and others rushed up immediately.

Raven put Mark down, letting him accept the cheers of the crowd, and returned to the Slytherin team with a calm expression.

"Mark! Mark!"

Twin brothers George and Fred lifted Mark onto their shoulders and cheered loudly.

Ron and Hermione in the audience also clapped excitedly.

“Incredible flying, Mark!”

Fred whistled and shouted, "We're going to have a celebration party next!"

There was thunderous cheers in Gryffindor, but the atmosphere in Slytherin, where Raven was, was a little heavy.

Intimidated by Raven's power, no one dared to say anything. Malfoy frowned slightly and looked at Raven hesitantly, wanting to say something.

"It's just one loss, we haven't lost yet."

Flint coughed and came over to comfort Raven.

As the captain of the Slytherin team, Flint plays in a rough manner and would like to break his opponent's fingers every minute.

But facing Raven, who had previously smashed a ball into his face and spun him around without using a wand, Flint played the role of a very friendly captain.

Riven didn't appreciate his kindness, snorted coldly and left angrily.

Flint looked at Raven's back, his expression changing constantly.

If possible, he really wanted to exercise his rights as a senior and teach this first-year guy a lesson.

But when he thought of Raven's strength and Professor Snape's blatant favoritism towards Raven, he immediately stopped.

in the afternoon.

After attending the celebration party hosted by Fred, Mark and Harry returned to the common lounge area together.

"Actually, my sister let me."

Mark said to Harry: "If she doesn't slow down, then she will win."

Harry believed that Mark was not lying. He thought for a moment and said, "Although it is true, you still won in the end. If it weren't for your courage, I think Raven would not have slowed down."

"To be honest, I envy you and Ron's family. You have many brothers and sisters, and you all love each other."

Harry said sadly.

Mark didn't know how to comfort him, and after a long while he said to him, "Are you on bad terms with your aunt's family? I heard from Ron that you have a cousin."

Harry's face immediately fell when he heard Mark mention his cousin.

"We don't seem to be related. Dudley is a fool who only knows how to eat. I would rather spend the holidays at Ron's than go back."

As they talked, they walked up the stairs and then turned and walked towards another corridor.

Because of the rain, the sky was dark and the corridor was pitch black.

The torches were blown out by the strong, cold wind that blew in through the broken glass windows, and the corridor became even more eerie.

When Mark was about to invite Harry to his farm during the winter vacation, there was a "bang" and Harry was suddenly tripped by something on the floor.

He staggered forward and was about to fall when Mark grabbed him.

After a startled Harry thanked Mark, he looked down to see what had tripped him.

When he saw what was under his feet, he was suddenly stunned.

Colin Creevey, the boy who idolized him and always wanted to take his picture, lay on the ground.

He fell to the ground, his body cold and stiff, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

There was an expression of extreme shock on his face, as if he had seen something that frightened him.

Next to Colin lay another man.

Headless Nick lay beside him.

The ghost's body was no longer snow-white and transparent, but black and emitting smoke.

He floated six inches above the floor, frozen in place and motionless.

Headless Nick had only half of his head left, and the expression on his face was exactly the same as Colin's, as if he had also seen something that shocked him beyond words.

The two looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes.

Harry could hear Mark's breathing quick and heavy, and his own breathing was the same, with a constant buzzing in his ears.

The sudden scene made both of them hold their breath.

Harry swallowed and looked at the wall. He saw a row of spiders crawling rapidly on the corpse.

Then, the faint voices of teachers were heard from the classrooms on both sides.

Mark knew it was time for him to go.

But he didn't want to just watch the two of them lying here.

Just when the two were in a state of indecision, a figure suddenly flashed out from the shadows beside them.

Mark looked up when he heard the voice, and Tom came into his sight.

Tom grabbed Mark and Harry's arms, "Let's go!"

The door leading to another corridor was pushed open, and Tom pulled the two people into the corridor in front of their surprised gazes.

Just as Tom pulled the two people away, a terrified scream was heard at the scene.

"Attack! Attack! Attack! Neither humans nor ghosts are safe! Everyone, run for your lives! Attack. Attack!"

As the ghost screamed, the doors in the corridor opened one by one.

The scene immediately turned into chaos.

Everyone saw Colin turned into stone and Headless Nick with only half of his head left.

Professor McGonagall shouted for everyone to be quiet.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

After stopping the noise at the scene, Mag squatted down with a serious expression and checked the conditions of Colin and Headless Nick.

Mark and Harry, hiding behind the wall of another corridor, held their breath nervously.

Harry tried to speak but was stopped by Tom.

"Shh!" Tom gave her a hushing gesture, indicating that he should not make any sound.

"Colin has suffered the same fate as Mrs. Norris. He has been struck by a high-level evil spell, Professor Flitwick."

Professor McGonagall asked Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, to take Colin to the hospital.

As for Nick who was missing half of his head, since no one knew what to do with him for the time being, Professor McGonagall asked the teachers to move him upstairs first.

Mark breathed a sigh of relief only after Professor McGonagall and everyone left.

"Tom, why. Why are you here?"

Mark turned his gaze to Tom and asked him puzzledly.

"I just happened to pass by and saw this scene."

Tom looked at the two of them calmly. "If you don't leave, you will be considered the murderer, which is not a good thing. Mark, and..."

As he said this, he turned his gaze to Harry, "And our savior, Mr.

Being stared at by Tom, the scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt again.

"Who did it?"

Mark took a deep breath to calm himself down, and asked Tom, "Who cast this evil spell?"

"You shouldn't ask me, Mark."

Tom shook his head and said, "I don't know any more than you do."

"really?"

Harry looked at Tom suspiciously.

He didn't think Tom would appear on the scene for no reason.

Considering the uncomfortable aura that the other party had displayed before, he suspected that Tom might also be involved.

At least he knew something.

"You won't doubt me, Harry."

Tom gave him a meaningful smile. "Believe me, I'm not interested in such suspense tricks."

"Well, you should go now. You'll be in a lot of trouble next."

Tom signaled that they could go now.

Mark thanked Tom and took Harry away.

Watching the two people leaving, the smile on Tom's face slowly disappeared.

He pulled a thin black journal from his robes.

The notebook he had always wanted was finally obtained by him.

As for why the notebook that was originally with Ginny was taken by him.

He had been keeping a close eye on Ginny and saw her throw the book into the bathroom in the morning.

So the diary that he had always coveted was easily obtained by him.

Although Tom didn't know at this time why Ginny threw the notebook into the bathroom.

He looked at the time on the cover, and the ancient time told him that this diary was at least fifty years old.

Turning to the first page, he made out a name in the smudged ink—Riddle.

Tom narrowed his eyes and slowly closed the diary.

Night on the farm.

Peter was extremely shocked when he learned that Mark had caught the Golden Snitch.

This guy actually managed to grab the Golden Snitch in a competition with Riven? !
Could it be that the Vitrum bloodline is now beginning to awaken in him?
"Good job, Mark, but..."

Peter looked towards Raven, "Raven, you really didn't give in to Mark?"

Riven was feeling depressed and she didn't even want to eat her favorite steak.

She missed the taste of the Zuo Zhongtang chicken she had eaten before, and raised her head when she heard Peter's words.

"No I didn't, Dad."

Raven said something that made Mark stunned.

She did not admit that she let Mark win, but said to Peter: "It was Mark who won the game fairly. He bravely flew towards the ground, so he caught the Golden Snitch."

"Is that so?"

Peter nodded thoughtfully.

He knew that if Riven didn't slow down, she would definitely catch the Golden Snitch before Mark.

But he didn't expose her, instead he stroked his daughter's hair and said, "It's just a game, I believe you will win next time."

As he said this he looked at Tom and Rocky.

"I remember you two were also on the Quidward team, right?"

"Yes, Dad."

Tom and Rocky nodded.

"You two have to work hard too. I heard that Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are not very competitive. If you want to win the championship, it won't be easy."

Peter said to the two of them.

Tom put down the food in his hand, "Dad, if you are interested in the Quidditch championship, I will win the championship and give it to you."

Raven, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but snort when she heard Tom's arrogant words.

"I will be very happy no matter who wins the championship."

Peter coughed, pretending not to see Raven's expression, and spoke in a calm manner.

so tired!
These naughty kids are really a cause for concern.

Even more rowdy than Zu and Clark were when they were kids.

late at night.

Tom returned to the room and took out the notebook he picked up under the desk lamp.

(End of this chapter)