Vol 2 Chapter 112: Quiet Hogwarts

　　 Harry and Fanlin have had a very hard time these days, of course the reason is the petrified Mrs. Loris.
　　 Even though it has been proved to Dumbledore that Mrs. Loris was not caused by the two of them, the students at Hogwarts don't think so.
　　 Especially when everyone sees the handwriting written in blood on the wall, it doesn't seem like a prank at all.
　　 A faint uneasy factor spread from the hearts of all the little wizards.
　　 Early this morning, when everyone was eating breakfast, someone pointed to Fanlin and the others from time to time, and seemed to believe that these things had nothing to do with them.
　　 "Forget it, Harry, don't care about these things." Fanlin patted Harry on the shoulder, although everyone's eyes made them very uncomfortable.
　　 And just now, Fred and George jokingly praised Harry and Fanlin for petrifying that cat.
　　 Harry became extremely angry with this. Fortunately, Harry didn't explode like this. Under the persuasion of the three, Harry finally stabilized a little. Although, Brother Veles always wanted to get rid of that cat.
　　 "You know, Fred and George are just joking." Ron said awkwardly, his two brothers caused him a lot of trouble.
　　 "Varrin...Harry..." Laura walked over from the door, but Slytherin's identity made him seem incompatible with Gryffindor.
　　 "Or, I will help you testify and let everyone know that this matter has nothing to do with you."
　　 "No need, Laura." Fanlin grinned bitterly, "Actually, it's useless. Everyone won't believe it. Besides, many Gryffindors also congratulated Mrs. Loris."
　　 "What are you doing, Laura Chris?" Malfoy's voice came from Slytherin's long table, and he took his two idiots step by step toward this side.
　　 "Are you humbling to the savior? Or are you looking at him, a man with a split head?" The words were full of mockery of Harry, which was Malfoy's style.
　　 "Malfoy, you are really disgusting..." Laura looked at Malfoy who walked in with a gloomy look, and she wished to hit Malfoy's face a few times.
　　 "Why, what I said makes you unhappy? Laura Chris?"
　　 "Malfoy, you must have brushed your teeth with cow dung in the morning..." Hermione glared at Malfoy.
　　 "Closed mouth, Mudblood!" Malfoy looked at Hermione ferociously. "But, you'll be getting better in a few days, right?"
　　 After speaking, Malfoy took his two followers Ban Yang away without waiting for the response from Grando.
　　 "Sorry..." Laura bowed deeply to Hermione.
　　 "It's not your fault, Laura." Hermione waved her hand quickly, Laura's apology made her very awkward.
　　 "No, I apologized to you on behalf of the wizard family. Malfoy's style seriously discredited this honor."
　　 For a while, everyone fell silent. The blood of a wizard is considered a taboo word now. After all, there was once a person who nearly destroyed the entire magical world under the banner of blood lineage.
　　 "I think mine left here." Laura finished speaking, holding her book, turned and walked out of the hall.
　　 The first class is Professor McGonagall’s transformation class. Given Professor McGonagall’s majesty, no one dares to be even one minute late.
The four of Fanlin hurriedly came to the classroom to find a place to do a good job. This lesson was taken with Slytherin. In view of what happened in the hall just now, Fanlin and the others only asked Laura, who was Sly Zhelin's new friend nodded and stopped watching. Malfoy was lying on the table lazily, and when the four of Fanlin passed by him, Malfoy snorted at Hermione unkindly.
　　 "Okay, turn to page 143 of your textbook. What we are going to learn today is to turn living things into dead ones. Everyone knows this spell, right?"
　　Professor McGonagall took out his wand and pointed it lightly at the parrot on the desk.
　　 "VeraVerto (Boiling Lavadou)!"
　　 The original living parrot changed its current form at a very fast speed. On the desk where the parrot station was originally located was an exquisite crystal goblet.
　　 This is a necessary method for Professor McGonagall to teach. The exquisite spell casting can always attract the attention of most young wizards, but unfortunately, today's situation does not apply, and everyone's attention is not focused on learning.
　　 "Who can demonstrate it?" Professor McGonagall glanced, "It's you, Mr. Ron Veles."
　　 Ron sat up straight with a dilemma, he wasn't sure whether his wand was up to the job.
　　Ron's fat mouse without a pinky is lying on the table sluggishly~EbookFREE.me~Ron’s transformation object is this stupid mouse.
　　 "VeraVerto (Boiling Lavadou)!"
　　 Ron's wand didn't spray useless black smoke and magical sparks as before, but the effect of the spell was not satisfactory.
　　 The rat's body was constantly surging, and it quickly turned into the shape of a goblet, if it could be counted as a cup.
　　 The whole body of the cup is covered with dappled fur, which looks very disgusting, and there is a mouse tail beside the cup, and it is still shaking constantly, which looks very funny.
　　 "I think, Mr. Veles, you must change a wand as soon as possible." Professor McGonagall said seriously, but no one laughed, and the atmosphere in the class was still so quiet.
　　 Hermione raised her hand suddenly. As the top student in the class, Hermione is a favorite of Professor McGonagall.
　　 "Are you going to demonstrate, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall pushed the glasses, and she was very happy that the atmosphere of the class had returned to the past. But this is not what Professor McGonagall wanted.
　　 "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall." Hermione frowned, looking serious, uh, looking at Professor McGonagall, "Can you tell us something about that secret room?"
　　Hermione's voice reverberated continuously in the classroom, and everyone was attentively attentive. All eyes turned to Professor McGonagall.
　　 "Miss Granger..." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. She wanted to refuse the request that had nothing to do with the class.
　　 Professor McGonagall was walking back and forth in front of the classroom. She felt everyone's feelings and is now considering telling the pros and cons of this matter.
　　 "Well, Miss Granger..." Professor McGonagall was a little pale, "Then I will tell you about this secret room."