Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 71 The Petrified Cat

Of course Harry would not go directly back to the Gryffindor dormitory. He first came to the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor and confirmed where Fluffy was, and then went back satisfied.

Wednesday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was as boring as usual. The only thing that made it more interesting than before was that Professor Quirrell started to pick on Gryffindor.

Perhaps it was out of revenge for the snowball that hit him on the head before the Christmas holidays, or perhaps it was because of the pain from the biting cabbage that bit his head, but Professor Quirrell looked at Harry with a look that seemed a little completely crazy.

"What did Harry do to him?" Hermione asked in a low voice. "Look at Quirrell like this... My God, I swear not even Snape would look at him like that."

"Oh, nothing much," Ron replied. "Just a little misunderstanding between Harry and Quirrell."

"What misunderstanding?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"I just accidentally threw that biting kale at the back of his head."

Ron said casually. He picked up the chicken drumstick on the table, his eyes sparkling, and he licked his lips and muttered like a gurgle: "My baby!"

Hermione was stunned when she heard Ron's words.

"You call this a little misunderstanding?"

"What else?" Ron took a bite of the chicken leg, his brows relaxed in satisfaction, revealing a comfortable expression. "Harry didn't mean it, and his condition isn't serious enough to require treatment from Madam Pomfrey."

"Oh my god." Hermione shook her head and sighed: "In the past, there was Professor Snape, and now there is Quirrell. This year's House Cup..."

"Relax, we can't win the house cup anyway. You can't expect Professor Snape not to find fault and deduct points from us, right?" Ron was quite open-minded. He said to Seamus and Neville, "Hey, Seamus, Neville, tonight is the day you officially participate in the dueling wand competition."

This was decided by Harry, since he had an astronomy class at 11 o'clock tonight anyway, and the time between him finishing detention and attending class was a perfect opportunity to recruit two new friends to join the Dueling Wand.

"Then I'm going to test your quality today, Ron." Seamus said eagerly.

"Okay...ah, remember to bring two sandwiches for Harry. He's still in detention in Professor Snape's office." Ron suddenly remembered that his good friend hadn't eaten yet, so he changed the subject.

He didn't want to be blown away by Seamus's spell, so he decided to wait until he learned the armor protection spell before talking about actual combat training with Seamus.

"Don't just bring sandwiches, bring something else." Hermione reminded: "Today's caramel pudding is very good, and... bring some fruit, the nutrition should be balanced."

While his friends were studying dietary balance for Harry, Harry was also receiving 1v1 tutoring from a famous teacher in Snape's basement office.

Today’s special dish is still Lei Niang, but the roles are reversed, and Harry is the one who makes the Lei Niang.

Watching Harry's skillful technique, Snape's twisted brows gradually relaxed, and the corners of his mouth, which had originally drooped to the sides, also lifted up.

This child... looks really like his mother, and has inherited her talent for Potions.

Harry did not notice the change in Snape's expression. Half of his mind was devoted to brewing Thunderbrew, and the other half was devoted to how to deal with Quirrell.

He became more and more certain that there must be some unspeakable secret behind Quirrell's head.

During class, he secretly used the True Form Reveal technique, only to find that Quirrell's turban was protected by a mysterious force and could not be seen at all.

"I'm starving... I'm so hungry... For a long, long time..."

Harry's stomach growled.

Eh? He scratched his head, as if he heard some sound just now?
Of course, Snape also heard the hungry sound coming from Harry's stomach. He just snorted and said slowly, "A little troll like you really needs to grow up. Your sensible old professor won't keep you for too long. There is no need to protest to him in this way."

Harry didn't know how to explain it, so he simply didn't explain. He took the container and began to fill it with the brewed thunder brew.

"I'm so hungry...blood...killing!"

A cold voice sounded, and Harry looked up suddenly. The voice seemed to come from right above his head.

"Professor, did you hear any sound?" Harry looked at Snape. "I seemed to hear a voice above my head. It sounded cold, saying something about blood and killing?" Snape looked at Harry steadily, his pair of dark eyes without any emotion.

After a long while, he slowly said, "get out of class dismissed."

"Thank you, Professor." Harry stood up hurriedly. With his dirty little hands, he picked up the bottle of thunder brew and left.

"Stop." Snape called out to him, and when he saw Harry turning around, he stretched out his hand to Harry.

Helpless Harry had to return the bottle of Thunder Brew to him. What... so stingy.

"Hmph." Snape exhaled through his nose, picked up the bottle of thunder brew, turned around without any hesitation, and put it in the cabinet.

"Tear you apart... kill you..."

That cold voice sounded again, and this time Harry heard it clearly, the voice was right above him!

"Professor, did you really not hear any sound?" Harry confirmed with Snape again.

Snape pursed his lips and said coldly: "I think I have let you go to dinner. There is no need to hint at me with this reason, Mr. Potter."

Harry was disappointed, said goodbye to Snape, opened the door and left the dungeon.

Once he was outside, he put his ear to the wall, trying to hear the voice again.

As he expected, the voice rang out again.

"It's time to kill..."

The sound became weaker and weaker, and there seemed to be the sound of something swimming.

Harry followed the direction of the voice, up the stairs and into the entrance hall.

The sound finally died away, and Harry found himself in a puddle.

He lowered his head and moved his feet out of the puddle. Reflected in the puddle was a cluster of bright, flickering flames. Next to the flames, there seemed to be something hanging.

Harry raised his head and took a closer look. What was hanging on it was a cat.

It's Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat.

It no longer led the way for Fei and searched for students as proudly as before, but hung stiffly next to the torch with its mouth bared.

"Oh my god, what are you doing, Potter?"

Filch appeared from nowhere, stumbling towards Mrs. Norris, helplessly stretched out his hands and jumped twice, but found that he could not reach the cat.

At the same time, there was a noise, and the students who had finished the dinner left the auditorium and walked to the outside of the foyer.

Filch ignored the students behind him and took out all his anger on Harry.

"It's you! You! You killed Mrs. Norris!" he screamed, "I'm going to... I'm going to kill you!"

After roaring, it pounced on Harry with its fangs and claws bared.

Harry sneered, pulled out his wand from his arms and pointed it at Filch who was rushing towards him.

He was already very hungry, and now that he was being wrongly accused, he became very angry.

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