Chapter 117 Did I Ask You to Save Me?

The unfavorable public opinion against Harry continued and became increasingly out of control over the next few days.

Even if the professors intervened, they still couldn't prevent the message from spreading. Even because it was banned, students were even more enthusiastic about talking about this topic.

In the Great Hall, when Harry was writing today's potions homework, he couldn't help but frown and found it difficult to concentrate because he thought about what had just happened.

As soon as he entered the auditorium and sat on the long table, the students beside him stood up hurriedly, as if they had seen a terrible monster and wanted to stay away from him. So the long table of Nuo Da was now empty, only he and Ron were left. Min three people.

Harry looked around and found that those who had just left the long table were still looking at him strangely from a distance.

Not too bothered, he finally got up and excused himself to leave the auditorium because he had something to do.

"I have something to do and I have to go back to the dormitory first." He said to Ron and Hermione.

Ron and Hermione both looked at him worriedly.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head and walked out of the Great Hall.

Suddenly, he stopped outside the auditorium. He clearly heard someone talking about him.

"In short, I asked Justin to hide in the dormitory." A boy was saying, "He is simply an idiot. He actually exposed himself as a Muggle in front of Harry Potter. This will put him in a terrible situation." In danger."

"Ah?" the girl asked, "Do you really believe that Harry is the heir of Slytherin?"

"Hannah, we can't help but believe that he is a parselmouth!" the boy replied, "Except for dark wizards, have you ever seen any innocent wizard with this kind of parseltongue talent? I'm afraid not?"

The girl still didn't believe it, she shook her head: "But I know Harry, he is a very kind person."

"Kindness?" The boy sneered, "Come on Hannah, everyone can act a bit. Looking at a kind person, who knows if the heart is dark."

The girl retorted: "Harry also made the mysterious man disappear. How can he be said to be a dark wizard if he can fight against such an evil person? How can he be said to be the heir of Slytherin?"

The boy added: "I think, Hannah, you may have made something wrong. In my opinion, it is precisely because he is the heir of Slytherin that the mysterious man wants to kill him."

"Ah?" The girl was a little confused.

The boy said confidently: "To be the heir of Slytherin, one must have outstanding talent in dark magic. If the mysterious man still wants to keep his status as the Dark Lord, he must kill Harry Potter!"

Harry Potter did not take the initiative to fight against the mysterious man, but he had to do so in order to save his life. In the final analysis, he and the mysterious man are the same kind of people. "

"This..." The girl seemed to want to speak, but then fell silent, as if she didn't know how to refute.

"Listen to me, Hannah." The boy advised, "Stay away from him. Maybe you will become a victim at some point. Did you see the petrified person lying in the school hospital? If you get closer again, He may be you next.”

Harry couldn't stand it anymore, so he took a deep breath and left quietly.

In the auditorium, Ron was furious when he heard this. He slammed the table and stood up:

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Am I talking nonsense?" the boy sneered, "I am the victim. I was surrounded by snakes in Gryffindor Tower and almost died there!"

Ron stared into his eyes: "Who rescued you from the snakes? Wasn't it Harry?!"

"Harry Potter?" the boy responded coldly, "He is a snakemouth. It is probably because of him that a large number of snakes can enter the Gryffindor Tower! Maybe he raised the snakes Woolen cloth!"

Ron took a deep breath: "What if not? What if these snakes have nothing to do with Harry?"

"If not?" The boy smiled, "If not, did I ask him to save me? If he wants to save me, do I have to speak for him? What is the truth?"

Ron's face turned red with anger, and he was about to scold the other party when Hermione stopped him.

Hermione glared at the boy, and then advised Ron: "There is no need to be angry with him. There are professors outside guarding him at night. If the professor sees him, he will be detained again."

Hermione tried to persuade her, but Ron held his breath and sat back on the chair with a bare face.

"What's your name?" Ron finally asked the boy.

The boy also responded with a sneer: "Matton Bales, welcome to come and talk to me about Harry Potter, the heir of Slytherin..."

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Harry left the auditorium and walked in the corridor towards the Gryffindor dormitory.

Suddenly, Harry was startled. Around the corner, a headless ghost with white body, arms hanging down weakly, floating in the air, had lost consciousness.

"Sir Nick?" Harry's eyes were surprised. He seemed to be petrified?

Harry took a few steps and saw a cold body lying in the shadows on the ground.

This was a student from Hogwarts, wearing the uniform of Gryffindor House. His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something terrible, and his whole body was white and petrified.

"Another one..." Harry's face was solemn.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him and looked back.

Filch held the oil lamp as usual and looked at the scene in front of him in surprise:

"you……"

"No, Mr. Filch, I just got here..." Harry was worried that the other party would misunderstand him again, so he spoke up quickly.

"What's wrong?" At this time, Professor McGonagall just arrived.

Filch pointed behind Harry, and Professor McGonagall looked over, her eyes suddenly stagnated, her face heavy:

"Filch, you arrange to take the students and Mr. Nick to the school hospital."

"As for you..." Professor McGonagall looked at Harry.

Harry suddenly became nervous: "Professor, I can guarantee that what happened here has nothing to do with me..."

"I can't handle this matter anymore." Professor McGonagall shook her head and interrupted him, "You come with me to the principal's office."

"This..." Harry became uneasy.

He was worried that Professor McGonagall asked him to go to the principal's office because the professors believed that he was the 'murderer' of the petrified people and wanted to deal with him.

After all, the bloody words on the wall, the Parseltongue, and witnessing two petrifications... too many coincidences don't look like coincidences.

"Let's go." Professor McGonagall urged.

Harry gritted his teeth and finally followed.

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In the Gryffindor dormitory, Meka, who was reading and studying alone, suddenly yawned.

He felt a little sleepy. After looking at the sky outside the window, he took out Lily Evans's potion notebook from the cabinet and then lay down on the bed.

"It's time to continue last night's dream." Meka Anders smiled.

He took the notebook in his hand, covered it with a quilt, closed his eyes, and fell asleep soon.

In the night, a burst of golden light floated on the notebook like ripples, then entered Meka's mind and disappeared.

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