MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 48 Make simple problems serious

The students at Hogwarts should be happy, something happened to Filch's cat, the gatekeeper!

The pets are owned by the owner, and after being with Filch for a long time, this cat named Mrs. Norris has become disgusting. With its keen sense of smell and quick skills, I don't know how many students who came out to play at night planted in its claws. As long as Mrs. Norris haunted, Filch must be nearby.

"Nice job!"

This is what many students present thought, but they didn't say it out loud. One of the basic qualities of onlookers is not to steal the camera, just stand there quietly and watch a good show.

Harry was very envious of this calm onlooker attitude, but he couldn't do it, because he himself was the object of onlookers.

Mrs Norris, whose tail was hanging from the torch's bracket, was as stiff as a plank, and her eyes were wide open, staring straight at Harry.

"What happened here? What happened?"

It wasn't just Asker and Hermione who were attracted by the noise, Filch also came. He squeezed his shoulders through the crowd, and then, seeing Mrs Norris, he stumbled back a few steps, grabbing his face with his hands in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What's wrong with Mrs. Norris?" Filch screamed. He looked to the nearby students for help, only to find that they were all looking at Harry.

"You!" Filch screamed. "You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to..."

"Filch!"

Dumbledore rushed to the scene, followed by many other teachers. In the blink of an eye he was past Harry and unfastened Mrs Norris from the torch holder. The advantage of being tall is still there, at least the other people present couldn't take down Mrs. Norris alone without using a spell.

"Come with me, Filch," Dumbledore said to Filch, "and you, Mr. Potter."

Professor Lockhart showed his helpful side, "My office is the closest to here, just upstairs."

"thanks."

The silent crowd parted to allow them to pass, but Dumbledore stopped abruptly because someone blocked his way—

Ask.

"What's the matter with you?" Dumbledore asked.

Asker stretched out his hand, and in his palm lay a small medicine bottle, "Maybe this can come in handy."

"This is..." Dumbledore took the medicine bottle and looked at it carefully, then he looked at Asker thoughtfully, and said with some relief: "Thank you very much for your help, Slytherin gives 15 points !"

"Fifteen cents for a bottle?" Ask tilted his head, he took out a small bag from his storage pocket, and there was a clinking sound of glass, "I still have more than sixty bottles, all for you. , how about you give me seven percent?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, "This can't be done."

"The five percent?"

"It's not a question of how many points..."

"Three percent?" Asker didn't listen to Dumbledore's words at all, he blinked, "It can't be any less, I'll lose money any more."

"Listen to me, I now..."

"One hundred!" Asker shoved the bag to Dumbledore, and said with a heartache: "Even if I contribute to Hogwarts, I don't want the honor of the special contribution award, you only need to give I'll be fine with 100%! 100%, this is already a loss-making business!"

Holding Mrs. Norris in one hand and a bag of potions in the other, Dumbledore suddenly felt so tired and really wanted to throw these things on the ground and go back to sleep. He turned his head and turned to Snape who was standing next to him. Fortunately, Snape gave him face and stood up to save him.

"Ask Grindelwald, deduct one percent!"

Snape deducted 100 percent from Asker when he came up, and then he looked at Dumbledore, meaning that you can handle the next thing yourself. Dumbledore nodded knowingly, he cleared his throat, and said with a serious expression: "Since the potions you contributed are very valuable, I will give you one hundred and one points, so you should be satisfied."

satisfy?

Satisfied!

Asker was almost stunned by these two shameless bastards. After a long time of trouble, more than 60 bottles of medicine were only exchanged for one point. This is not a loss, it is a robbery!

With the potion prepared by mandrakes, the rest of the matter is much easier to handle. Dumbledore opened a bottle of potion and poured it into Mrs. Norris, then gently placed it on the ground.

Mrs. Norris's previous state was very similar to the petrification spell. From the perspective of color, it changed from color to black and white. After the potion was poured, the visible change was that its body changed from black and white to color again. After the whole body returned to its original state, Mrs. Norris's eyes suddenly moved, and then it turned sharply and rushed towards Filch, crawling along his legs to the upper body, and finally retracted into Filch's. in the arms.

"Looks like it saw something terrifying."

Asker pointedly said that only Dumbledore was present who knew what he was implying. He nodded, indicating that he already knew what was going on.

What should be said has been said, Asker has no interest at all about how Dumbledore will deal with the aftermath, he turned around and walked towards the stairs. Hermione followed him closely, she had too many questions to ask now, so she asked the most important one: "What do those words on the wall mean?"

"It means that the secret room has been opened, and all people of impure blood should be careful of being attacked."

Hermione stopped suddenly, Asker turned her head in doubt, only to see Hermione's face was ugly, and her expression was a little distorted by anger.

"why?"

"what why?"

"Why did he do this?"

Asker thought for a while and gave an answer that was not an answer, "because he is the heir of the Chamber of Secrets."

Hermione frowned, thought hard for a long time, and finally shook her head: "What is the secret room? I haven't read this in the book."

Ask yawned, "This is a long story. I'll talk about it tomorrow, how about it?"

Hermione obviously wanted to know today, but she seemed tired seeing Asker, so she could only step back and ask, "Is there any related books in the library?"

"Don't ask me...I have never been to the Hogwarts library." Ask shook his head, he sighed, and said helplessly: "I give you a piece of advice, don't come out at night, because that The attacker has not been caught... If you must come out, it is best to bring a mirror, walk through the mirror, and never look directly with your eyes!"

"You really know everything!"

Ask's kind reminder was extremely irresponsible in Hermione's view. He knew a lot of things, but he didn't say anything. Judging from the method of walking in the mirror, he already knew what to do with the attacker, and even he already knew who that person was!

Asker nodded, acknowledging that Hermione was right. He looked at Hermione seriously and said, "This matter is very deep, and I don't want you to participate."

"why?"

"Why are there so many?" Asker became impatient and suppressed his dissatisfaction. He tried to remain patient and calm down, "Dumbledore will handle these matters. Don't you believe in Dumbledore?"

"I believe him, but..."

"But you believe in yourself more?" Asker lost patience and said angrily: "Do you think you are more reliable than Dumbledore? Do you think you are smarter than everyone? Do you think that a high score in the exam means you Can you handle all the problems?"

"you……"

Asker's words are still quite hurtful. This guy is used to taunting, and he accidentally treats Hermione as an opponent. Hermione was very angry and sad, with tears in her eyes, she pointed at Asker and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Asker also realized that he had said too much, took a deep breath, and apologized to Hermione: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just care about you too much and don't want you to be hurt."

Hermione fought back her tears and said coldly, "Asker, don't you think you're very selfish?"

"You think I'm selfish?"

"Is not it?"

Asker laughed at himself and his tone became cold: "If I was selfish~www.novelbuddy.com~ I wouldn't give those powerful recovery agents to Dumbledore! If I was selfish, I wouldn't give some books Telling you things that shouldn't have told you, so that you actually think I'm a selfish person!"

Hermione asked back, "Is there anything you can't tell me?"

"Haha." Ask laughed at the newspaper, and then his style changed suddenly, "Then tell me when your aunt will come?"

"you……!"

"So, it's better for each of us to keep some of our own secrets, and leave each other a little mystery and a little freshness, so that our feelings will not quickly wither and become dull."

Hermione stared at Asker, wondering if it was an illusion. Asker always felt that smoke was coming from Hermione's head, as if she had drunk the cold medicine prepared by Madam Pomfrey.

"Well, I'll tell you what you should say, and what you shouldn't say depends on whether you have the ability to pull it out of my mind."

Asker fingered his head and gave Hermione a defiant smile, then turned around and walked towards the stairs, quickly disappearing from Hermione's vision.

This day is Halloween, October 30, 1992. On Halloween last year, Quirinus Quirrell released a troll, and today's monster is even more terrifying than that troll.

On the way back, Ask stretched his waist and slapped him with great pleasure.

"Hehe, I've come up with so many powerful recovery agents now, so you shouldn't be left alive anymore..."