Chapter 135 Corpse

"I want to talk to him..."

"I want to tell him what happened in the Fighting Club and the snake." Harry said.

Ernie licked his gray lips, took a deep breath, and said, "We were all there. We saw what happened."

"Did you notice? When I finished talking to the snake, it retreated." Harry asked.

"What I saw," Ernie said while trembling and stammering, "is that you were speaking snake language and instigating the snake to bite Fanlin."

"I didn't..." Harry defended.

"But that's the fact!" Ernie said, "We all saw it, and you should talk to Fanlin, not Justin."

"Fanlin believes me, and Hermione, Ron..." Harry's face turned pale.

"Oh..." Ernie's face turned gloomy, "That's really too sad, they... Anyway, I won't tell you where Justin is."

"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 that you can trace my family back to witches and wizards 9 generations ago. My bloodline is as pure as everyone else, so..."

"I don't care what kind of bloodline you have!" Harry said rudely, "Why would I attack people of Muggle origin?"

"I heard that you hate the Muggles who live with you." Ernie replied hastily.

"It's impossible to live with the Dursleys without hating them." Harry said, "You can try it if you don't believe 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 cast a spell on the pig-like idiot in front of him to wake him up, but he still retained the last bit of rationality and just grabbed Ernie's collar with one hand.

In this way, the atmosphere in the library became extremely tense. Several Hufflepuffs didn't dare to breathe. They had already determined that Harry was the heir of Slytherin. They were afraid that they would die here.

"Harry... what are you doing?" Laura's voice came from outside the library at the right time. She just walked in and saw this.

"Let him go, Harry!" Laura walked over quickly, holding Harry's arm weakly with one hand, and she was getting weaker and weaker.

"But..."

"No matter what, let go of your hand. This is not the behavior of a little wizard. Do you really want your speculation to be confirmed..." Laura said seriously, and her pale face revealed an expression that shocked Harry.

Harry had seen this expression on Fanlin's face before, and on Hermione's face, but he had successfully angered Hermione, and he didn't want to anger Laura anymore, and...

Anyway, Harry let go of Ernie's hand. Although he was a little unwilling, he couldn't really do anything to Ernie.

He turned and rushed out of the library, not thinking about where to go. He was furious. As a result, he bumped into something big and hard, and sat on the ground with his butt.

"Harry..." Laura wanted to catch up from behind, but she was too weak.

"I advise you to stay away from Harry Potter. You saw what he did just now..." Ernie said with lingering fear, "But you are a Slytherin. As a pure blood, you don't have to be afraid of anything. On the contrary, you should be his supporter."

"Shut up, Ernie!" Laura said angrily, "Maybe your mother never taught you how to speak like a person, not like a fool..."

Ernie wanted to say something, but Laura didn't give him a chance. She put down the pile of books in her hand, turned around and chased after him. Of course, she gave Ernie a sealing spell before leaving.

...

Hagrid's face was hidden behind the long wool scarf covered with snow. It couldn't be anyone else, because his mole fur coat took up most of the space in the passage. His big gloved hand was holding a dead rooster.

"Hello, Harry?" He lifted his scarf to speak. "Why aren't you in class?"

"Cancelled," Harry said, climbing to his feet. He wanted to ask Hagrid about the Chamber of Secrets, but he suppressed the thought. "What are you doing here?"

Hagrid raised the limp rooster.

"The second one killed this term," he explained. "It wasn't a fox or a weasel. I need the headmaster's permission to do magic near the chicken coop."

He peered at Harry from under his thick, snow-covered eyebrows.

"Are you all right? Why do you look so troubled?"

Harry had to repeat what Ernie and the others had said about him.

"Nothing," he said. "I have to go, Hagrid. The next class is Transfiguration. I have to go get my books."

He walked away, afraid that he would be tempted to doubt Hagrid. What Gus said and what Ernie had just said were now filling Harry's mind.

"Ever since he accidentally told Potter that he was born a Muggle, Justin has been waiting for this day to come."

"Old Gus only knows that fifty years ago, it was circulated in Hogwarts that the current gamekeeper was the opener of the Chamber of Secrets, and then Hogwarts expelled this person, but Dumbledore believed him..."

Harry stepped onto the stairs and then turned to another corridor, which was very dark. The torch had been blown out by the strong and cold wind blowing in from the broken glass window. When he was halfway, he was suddenly tripped by something lying on the floor.

He climbed up somewhat numbly, and the pain brought a little vitality to his nerves.

When he turned to see what tripped him, he was suddenly stunned.

Justin was lying on the ground, his whole body cold and stiff, his eyes staring at the ceiling with an extremely shocked expression on his face. Next to him was another person, which was the strangest scene Harry had ever seen.

It was Sir Nicholas, no longer snow-white and transparent, but black and smoking, floating 6 inches above the floor, motionless. He only had half a head left, and the shocked expression on his face was exactly the same as Justin's.

Harry stood up. His breathing was rapid and heavy, and his ears seemed to be constantly buzzing. 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 rapidly on the corpse.

The only thing he could hear was the faint voices of the teachers in the classrooms on both sides. (To be continued)