Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 507 Harry’s Accusation

Although the storm had subsided, for Harry, the first day of school was not a happy one.

The herbal medicine class with Hufflepuff in the morning was pretty uneventful. Professor Sprout just asked them to squeeze the pus from the roots of a slug-like plant because it had high medical value.But in the morning's Care of Magical Creatures class, things took a turn for the worse.

As expected, Hagrid gave them another surprise. He took out a creature that was more 'interesting' than the Hippogriff - the Blast-tailed Skrewt, which can breathe fire to burn people and use the spines on its shell. Stinging, and particularly fond of biting little creatures, in short, no one left Hagrid's classroom intact.

The afternoon divination class did not give Harry any useful knowledge. The only thing he gained was the homework that would consume him throughout the weekend.

"I was going to find you, Harry!"

It was time for school to end, and the entrance hall was crowded with people queuing up to eat. Harry and Ron were queuing up with heavy hearts, while Hermione was walking down the stairs on one side with a pile of tomes in her arms. , she immediately saw Harry and Ron who were in a bad mood at the end of the crowd.
"What's going on? Are you going to eat first?"

Hermione looked at Harry in surprise.

"Don't we always finish Professor Blaine's running exercises before dinner?"

Maybe it was because exercise made Hermione stronger and able to bear more weight. Harry found that after school started, Hermione carried more books with her. Not only did she hold a pile in her arms, but she even stuffed them in her schoolbag It was full. Harry glanced at it casually. These books were obviously not used by fourth graders.

Harry was just about to return to Hermione's question when Ron took the lead and said,

"Harry needs to rest, Hermione, to relieve the fatigue of this grueling day, and to reminisce about the weekend that ended before we even started -"

Harry nodded sincerely,
"That's it."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, obviously not liking Ron's excuse, but considering that 'normal' little wizards needed to make gradual adjustments, she said nothing and joined the queue.

"Weasley! Hello, Weasley!"

As a physical education assistant, Hermione was just about to remind Harry that he was not allowed to make excuses to avoid daily training after meals, when a harsh voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Harry, Ron and Hermione turned around and saw that Malfoy was walking into the hall with Crabbe and Goyle from the door. Malfoy was panting and had a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead. It was obvious that he had just returned from Quidditch. Come back from the Qi Stadium.

Normally, Malfoy and the others would find trouble with Harry, but this time, he actually ignored Harry and went directly to Ron, which was a bit strange.

Harry and Hermione both glanced at Ron quickly, and then their eyes caught the newspaper in Malfoy's hand, and their intuition told them that there was something detrimental to Ron in it.

"What?" Ron obviously noticed something, and he asked warily.

"There's something interesting!"

A proud smile flashed across the corner of Malfoy's lips. He cleared his throat vigorously and spoke loudly so that everyone in the hall could hear him.
"There is new trouble in the Ministry of Magic - our special correspondent Rita Skeeter wrote this. Due to the strange behavior of Arnold Weasley of the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Articles, the Ministry of Magic has been involved in a Quidditch attack. incident and a new embarrassing place after a female employee disappeared for no reason-"

The name Arnold Weasley only flashed through Harry's mind for a moment. What he remembered was 'Female Employee Disappeared'. Mr. Weasley and Professor Blaine did not tell the Ministry of Magic that Bertha Jo Kings has died at the hands of Voldemort?
Among the staff and students of Hogwarts, there were quite a few people who subscribed to the Daily Prophet, including Hermione. When she heard Malfoy raise his head, she grabbed Ron's sleeve and whispered explain,

"Come on, Ron, ignore Malfoy, he's just a boring clown--"

But Ron didn't want to leave. He frowned and stayed in place, stubbornly trying to finish Malfoy's news. So, Hermione had no choice but to look at Harry for help, but she didn't expect that Harry was also very interested. Listening carefully to Malfoy's reading.

Half a minute later, Malfoy folded the newspaper and showed the photo in the newspaper to the little wizard who was half silent and half pointing at Ron in the hall, grinning and showing his white teeth.

"Look at this, a photo of your parents, standing at the door of your house - you actually call this a house! If your mother can lose weight, she will look pretty good, right?"

Ron was shaking with rage, and everyone in the foyer looked at him.

"Go away, Malfoy." Harry finally came to his senses and noticed what Hermione was conveying to him with her eyes, "Don't be angry, Ron." "Hey, Potter, what did you do at the Quidditch World Cup?" The big head looks much more interesting than usual, what a pity, the Daily Prophet should really show you a look too!"

"Really?" Harry said coldly, "What about your parents, Malfoy? Should they also show up and plan a naughty little activity for them at the Quidditch final? If they report it, the background Whatever you should use, your house is definitely not suitable, I think Azkaban is pretty good!"

The noisy foyer suddenly fell silent. Everyone turned their attention to Harry, and it took them a few seconds to realize what Potter was talking about.

"Shut up, Harry -" Hermione noticed people's stunned looks, and she said nervously, "This matter is not suitable to be discussed here, there is no evidence, and -"

"How dare you slander my parents, Potter!"

Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red. He obviously understood what Harry was talking about, but his eyes were filled with disbelief, as if he really didn't know.

"Why, your parents didn't tell you their naughty little plan, did they?"

People's attention quickly jumped from 'Arnold Weasley' to what Harry was referring to. Even Ron noticed the reason for the strange atmosphere in the hall. Hermione walked over to the two idiots standing there. Behind the two boys, one hand grabbed an arm and dragged them away without saying a word.

"Wait, speak clearly, Potter!" Malfoy howled.

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy!" Hermione shouted angrily, pulling Harry and Ron around.

boom!
Several people screamed - Harry felt something white-hot brush against his cheek - he quickly reached into his robes to get his wand, but before he could touch the wand, he heard a roar. echoed in the foyer.

"Oh, don't do that, boy!"

Harry, Hermione and Ron turned sharply and saw Professor Moody limping down the marble stairs. He had a wand in his hand, his eyes were pointed at the door, and he looked a little surprised.
"You're hiding pretty well, kid, but I want to see where you're going to hide!"

Harry immediately turned his attention to the door and found that the marble floor tile where Malfoy had just been standing was emitting smoke. Crabbe and Goyle were frightened and stayed in place motionless, while Malfoy was frightened and was heading towards the door. Jump out!

"Did he hurt you?"

Moody said angrily as he passed Harry, his voice low and hoarse.

"No -" Harry said dully, "no hit."

So, Moody quickly walked away from Harry, knocked away Crabbe and Goyle who were so frightened that their legs were weak, raised the wand high with a gloomy face, and the moment he stepped out of the door, the wand fell again!
Snapped!
A strong wind wave surged from the doorway and into the foyer. Harry was blown so hard that he couldn't keep his eyes open. A group of young wizards waiting in line behind him also exclaimed in surprise.

"what happened?"

Once she could stand firmly, Hermione immediately questioned.

Moody was standing motionless at the door of the castle, his wand pointed at the marble steps outside.

"What are you doing,"

Amosta, who was at the bottom of the stairs, glanced at Draco who was hiding behind him and looked quite frightened. He raised his eyebrows, put down his wand and looked calmly at the door.

"Professor Moody?"



(End of this chapter)