Chapter 512 Peter: I Am so Tired. I Never Worry About My Rebellious Son!

"You did it! Mark!"

After Madam Hooch blew the whistle after the game, Wood, Harry and others rushed up immediately.

Raven put Mark down and let him accept the cheers of the crowd, and returned to the Slytherin team with a calm expression.

"Mark! Mark!"

George and Fred, the twin brothers, lifted Mark on their shoulders and cheered loudly.

Ron and Hermione in the audience also clapped their hands excitedly.

"Incredible flight, Mark!"

Fred whistled and shouted loudly, "Next we will hold a celebration party!"

Gryffindor cheered loudly, while Slytherin, where Raven was, had a heavy atmosphere.

Because of Raven's power, everyone dared not say anything. Malfoy frowned slightly and looked at Raven again, hesitant to say something.

"It's just one loss, we haven't lost yet."

Flint coughed and came to comfort Raven.

As the captain of the Slytherin team, Flint played in a rough way, wishing to break his opponent's fingers every minute.

But facing Raven, who had hit him in the face with a ball and hung him up and spun him without using a wand, Flint acted as a very friendly captain.

Raven didn't appreciate his kindness, snorted coldly and left angrily.

Flint looked at Raven's back, and his expression kept changing.

If possible, he really wanted to exercise his senior's rights and teach this first-year guy a lesson.

But when he thought of Raven's strength and Professor Snape's blatant favoritism towards Raven, he immediately stopped.

Afternoon.

After attending the celebration party held by Fred, Mark and Harry returned to the public lounge together.

"Actually, it was my sister who asked me to do it."

Mark said to Harry, "If she didn't slow down, she would have won."

Harry believed that Mark was not lying. He thought about it and said, "Although it's true, you won in the end. If it weren't for your courage, I think Raven would never slow down."

"To be honest, I envy your family and Ron's. You have many brothers and sisters, and everyone loves each other."

Harry said melancholy.

Mark didn't know how to comfort him. After a long time, he said to him, "Do you have a bad relationship with your aunt's family? I heard from Ron that you have a cousin."

Harry's face immediately fell when he heard Mark mention his cousin.

"We don't look like relatives. Dudley is a fool who only knows how to eat. I would rather spend the holidays at Ron's house than go back."

As they talked, they stepped on the stairs and then turned to another corridor.

Because of the rain, the sky was dim and the corridor was dark.

The torch was blown out by the strong and cold wind blowing in from the broken glass window, and the corridor became even more weird.

Mark was about to invite Harry to his farm for the winter vacation, when Harry was suddenly tripped by something on the floor with a "bang".

He staggered forward and was about to fall, but Mark grabbed him.

Harry, who was still in shock, thanked Mark and looked down to see what tripped him.

He was suddenly stunned when he saw the thing under his feet.

Colin Creevey, the boy who admired him and always wanted to take a picture of him, was lying on the ground.

He fell to the ground, his whole body cold and hard, his eyes staring at the ceiling empty.

His face was extremely shocked, as if he had seen something that frightened him.

Next to Colin was another person lying.

Headless Nick was lying next to him.

The ghost's body was no longer snow-white and transparent, but black and smoking.

He floated 6 inches above the floor, motionless and petrified.

Headless Nick only had half a head left, and the expression on his face was exactly the same as Colin's, as if he had also seen something that shocked him.

The two looked at each other, and saw the horror in each other's eyes.

Harry could hear Mark's breathing was rapid and heavy, and so was he, with a constant buzzing in his ears.

The scene that happened suddenly made both of them hold their breath.

Harry swallowed and looked at the wall. He saw a row of spiders crawling rapidly on the corpse.

Then the teacher's faint voice came from the classrooms on both sides.

Mark knew that he should leave.

But he didn't want to watch the two of them lying here.

Just as the two were in a state of hesitation, a figure suddenly flashed in the shadows next to them.

Mark raised his head after hearing the voice, and Tom came into his sight.

Tom grabbed Mark and Harry's arms, "Let's go!"

The door leading to another corridor next to them was pushed open, and Tom pulled the two into this corridor in the surprised eyes of the two.

At the moment when Tom pulled the two away, a terrified scream came from the scene.

"Attack! Attack! Attack! No one is safe, ghost or human! Everyone, run for your life! Attack! Attack!"

As the ghosts screamed, the doors in the corridor opened one by one.

The scene immediately became chaotic.

Everyone saw Colin turned into stone, and Headless Nick with only half of his head left.

Professor McGonagall shouted for everyone to be quiet.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

After stopping the noise at the scene, McGonagall squatted down with a serious expression and checked the situation of Colin and Headless Nick.

Mark and Harry, who were hiding behind the wall in another corridor, held their breath nervously.

Harry wanted to speak, but Tom stopped him.

"Shh!"

Tom gave her a silencing gesture, signaling him not to make any sound.

"Colin was in the same situation as Lady Norris. He was under a high-level evil spell, Professor Flitwick."

Professor McGonagall asked Professor Flitwick from the Charms class to take Colin to the hospital.

As for Nick, who was missing half his head, since no one knew what to do with him yet, Professor McGonagall asked the teacher to move him upstairs first.

After Professor McGonagall and everyone left, Mark breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tom, why. why are you here?"

Mark turned his eyes to Tom and asked him doubtfully.

"I just happened to be passing by and saw this scene."

Tom looked at the two of them with a calm expression, "If you don't leave, you will be considered a murderer, which is not a good thing, Mark, and..."

As he spoke, he turned his attention to Harry, "And Mr. our savior."

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Being stared at by Tom, the scar on Harry's forehead hurt again.

"Who did it?"

Mark took a deep breath to calm down and asked Tom: "Who cast this evil spell?"

"You shouldn't ask me, Mark."

Tom shook his head and said, "I don't know any more than you do."

"Really?"

Harry looked at Tom suspiciously.

He didn't think Tom would be there for no reason.

Combined with the aura that the other party showed before that made him feel uncomfortable, he suspected that Tom might also be involved.

At least he knew something.

"You don't doubt me, Harry."

Tom gave him a meaningful smile, "Believe me, I'm not interested in such suspense tricks."

"Okay, you should go, you will be in a lot of troubles next."

Tom signaled that the two of them could go now.

After Mark thanked Tom, he pulled Harry away.

Watching the two people leaving, the smile on Tom's face slowly disappeared.

He took out a thin black diary from his robe.

The notebook he had always hoped for was finally obtained by him.

As for why the notebook that was originally with Ginny was obtained by him.

He had been paying close attention to Ginny and saw her throwing the book into the bathroom in the morning.

So the diary he had always coveted was easily obtained by him.

Although Tom still didn't know why Ginny threw the notebook in the bathroom.

Looking at the time on the cover, the ancient time told him that this diary was at least fifty years ago.

Turning to the first page, he made out a name in the smudged ink—Riddle.

Tom narrowed his eyes and slowly closed the diary.

Night, farm.

Peter was shocked when he learned that Mark had caught the Golden Snitch.

This kid could actually steal the Golden Snitch in a competition with Raven? !

Could it be that the Vitrum bloodline is now beginning to awaken in his body?

"Good job, Mark, but..."

Peter looked at Raven, "Riven, did you really not give in to Mark?"

Ruiwen was depressed, and she didn't want to eat her favorite steak in front of her.

She was a little nostalgic for the taste of the Zuozhongtang chicken she had eaten before, and raised her head when she heard Peter's words.

"No, I didn't, Dad."

Raven said something that stunned Mark.

She did not admit that she gave up to Mark, but said to Peter: "It was Mark who won the game openly. He bravely flew towards the ground, so he caught the Golden Snitch."

"Is that so?"

Peter nodded thoughtfully.

He knew that if Raven didn't slow down, she would definitely be able to catch the Golden Snitch before Mark.

However, he did not reveal it. Instead, he touched his daughter's hair and said, "It's just a game. I believe you will win next time."

As he spoke he looked towards Tom and Loki.

"I remember you two also joined the Quidditch team, right?"

"Yes, Dad."

Tom and Loki nodded.

"You two have to work hard. I heard that Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are not very competitive. If you want to win the championship, it will not be easy."

Peter said to the two of them.

Tom put down the food in his hand, "Dad, if you are interested in the Quidditch championship, I will win the Quidditch championship and give it to you."

Raven next to her couldn't help but snorted when she heard Tom's arrogant words.

"No matter which one of you wins the championship, I will be happy."

Peter coughed, pretended not to see Raven's expression, and said with a flat bowl of water.

My heart is so tired!

These naughty kids really don’t make people worry.

Even more noisy than Azu and Clark when they were kids.

late at night.

When Tom returned to the room, he took out the notebook he had picked up under the desk lamp.