Vol 2 Chapter 135: Dead body

　　 "I want to talk to him..."
　　 "I want to tell him what happened to the snake in the fighting club." Harry said.
　　 Ernie licked her pale lips, took a deep breath, and said, "We are all there. We have seen what happened."
　　 "Did you notice it? When I finished talking to the snake it went back." Harry asked.
　　 "What I saw," Ernie said, trembling and stammering, "You are speaking the snake language and instigating the snake to bite Fanlin."
　　 "I didn't..." Harry defended.
　　 "But that's the truth!" Ernie said, "We have all seen it, and you should talk to Fanlin, not Justin."
　　 "Falling believes me, and Hermione, Ron..." Harry's face was a little pale.
　　 "Oh..." Ernie's face turned gloomy, "That's really sad, a few of them... Anyway, I won't tell you the whereabouts of Justin."
　　 "I didn't instigate it!" Harry's voice trembled with anger, "It didn't even touch him! Why don't you believe me..."
　　 "That's just a little bit," Ernie replied, "I want to tell you, you can trace my family back to witches and wizards 9 generations ago. My blood is as pure as everyone else, so..."
　　 "I don't care what blood you have!" Harry said roughly. "Why would I attack someone from Muggle?"
　　 "I heard you hate the Muggles who live with you." Ernie replied eagerly.
　　 "It's impossible to live with the Dursleys and not hate them." Harry said, "If you don't believe me, you can try it."
　　 "I just..." Ernie wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by Harry.
Harry's face flushed red, he wanted to take out his wand and give the pig-like stupid in front of him a spell to make him sober, but he still retained the last bit of sanity, just He grabbed Ernie by the collar with one hand.
　　In this way, the atmosphere in the library suddenly became extremely tense. Several Hefpaffs did not dare to breathe. They had already determined that Harry was Slytherin's heir, and they were afraid that they would die here.
　　 "Harry...what are you doing?" Laura's voice came in from the outside of the library in a timely manner. She just walked in and saw this.
　　 "Let go of him, Harry!" Laura walked over quickly, holding Harry's arm weakly with one hand, and she became weaker and weaker.
　　 "But..."
"No matter what, you will let me go. This is not a behavior that a little wizard should do. Do you really want to make your guesses be true..." Laura said solemnly, her pale face flowing upwards There was a look that shocked Harry.
　　Harry had seen such an expression on Fanlin’s face, and Hermione, but he successfully angered Hermione, he didn’t want to anger Laura anymore, and...
　　 In any case, Harry let go of his hand holding Ernie. Although he was a little unwilling, he couldn't really do anything to Ernie.
　　 He turned around and rushed out of the library. He didn't even think of where he was going. He was furious. As a result, he bumped his head against a big, hard object and sat on the ground.
　　 "Harry..." Laura tried to catch up from behind, but she was too weak.
"I advise you to stay away from Harry Potter. You have seen what he did just now..." Ernie said with lingering fear, "But that's right, you are a Slytherin, as pure blood, you Don't worry about anything at all, on the contrary, you should be his supporter."
　　 "Close your mouth, Ernie!" Laura said angrily, "Perhaps your mother never taught you how to talk like a person, not like a stupid pig..."
　　 What else Ernie wanted to say, but Laura didn't give him a chance, put down the stack of books in her hand, turned and chased it out, of course she rewarded Ernie with a sealing charm before leaving.
　　……
　　Hagrid’s face was hidden behind the long snow-covered wool scarf. It could not be anyone else, because his mole fur coat took up most of the passage. His large gloved hand was carrying a dead rooster.
　　 "Hello, Harry?" He lifted his scarf to speak, "Why don't you go to class?"
　　 "Canceled," Harry said as he got up. He wanted to ask about Hagrid's Secret Chamber, but this thought was suppressed. "What are you doing here?"
　　 Hager mentioned the soft cock.
　　 "The second one killed this semester," he explained, "Neither a fox nor a weasel. I want the principal's permission to cast magic near the chicken coop."
　　 He stared at Harry closely from under his thick, snow-covered eyebrows.
　　 "Are you okay! Why do you look troubled?"
　　 Harry had to repeat what Ernie and others had just said about him.
　　 "It's nothing," he said, "I have to go~EbookFREE.me~Hagrid, the next class is Transfiguration class, I have to get my book."
　　 He walked away, he was afraid he couldn't help but doubt Hagrid, watching Ghaith's words and what Ernie had just said are now flooding Harry's mind.
　　 "Since he accidentally told Potter that he was of Muggle origin, Justin has been waiting for this day."
"Old Ghaith only knew that it was circulated in Hogwarts fifty years ago, saying that the current hunting keeper is the opener of the chamber, and then Hogwarts fired this one, but Dumbledore believe him……"
　　 Harry stepped up the stairs and then bent to another corridor, which was very dark. The torch had been blown out by the fierce and cold wind blowing in through the broken glass window. When he was walking halfway, he tripped over something lying on the floor.
　　 He got up a little numb, the pain brought a little vitality to his nerves.
　　 When he turned to see what tripped him, he was stunned.
　　 Justin was lying on the ground, cold and hard. He stared at the ceiling with hollow eyes, with an expression of extreme shock on his face. There was another person lying beside him, which was the strangest scene Harry had ever seen.
　　 It was Sir Nicholas, no longer white and transparent, but black and smoked, floating 6 inches from the floor, motionless. He has only half of his head left, and the shocked expression on his face is exactly the same as Justin.
　　 Harry stood up. His breathing was urgent and thick, and his ears seemed to be buzzing constantly. Harry's blood seemed to have become the same temperature as the heavy snow outside, and the blood coagulated in his veins, making Harry extremely cold.
　　 He looked around in this remote corridor and saw a row of spiders crawling on the corpse.
　　 The only thing I heard was the faint voice of the teachers in the classrooms on both sides.