I am the third son prophesied by Harry Potter

When Eugene returned to the bedroom, he found something very bad.

That is, Justin “disappeared” from the bed.

Justin didn’t stay in the dormitory at all, but went out!

Feeling a sense of foreboding, Eugene casually put the book on the bed and hurried out of the Hufflepuff common room.

The entrance to the secret room is on the second floor, and basically the place where everyone was attacked is on the second floor.

So if Justin had left the dormitory, he would have gone to the library to find them.

Then Justin must pass through the second floor.

I don’t know how long Justin has been away, as a roommate, Eugene naturally doesn’t want Justin to be petrified.

However, when Eugene ran to the second-floor corridor, he found that it was still too late.

Eugene heard Peeves shouting in the hallway, “Do it! Let’s do it! Let’s do it! Whether it is a person or a ghost, it is not spared! Run away! Run away! ”

Eugene found the direction where the voice came from and ran over, and at this time, many students had already rushed over.

Professor McGonagall hurried over.

Then Professor Flitwick and Professor Siniesta arrived.

In the middle of them, Nick, who was almost headless, floated stiffly in the air, losing his vitality.

Justin was also petrified and fell to the ground.

Harry stood in the middle, a little pale and a little overwhelmed.

Ernie rushed straight out of the crowd and shouted at Harry, “Catch it!” He pointed at Harry and shouted, “Caught on the spot!” ”

He was pale and wanted to say something, when Eugene walked over and pulled him.

“Enough, McMillan!” Professor McGonagall shouted at him.

Peeves was afraid of chaos, fluttering above their heads, and also made up a song on the spot and sang it:

Oh, Potter, you nasty, look at the good things you do,

You killed the student, and you thought it was funny –

“Shut up!” Professor McGonagall yelled, “Stop messing around, Peeves. ”

Peeves stuck out his tongue at Harry and grimaced before floating away.

Justin was carried to the university hospital by Professors Flitwick and Sinista.

Professor McGonagall conjured a large fan and shoved it into Ernie’s hand, “McMillan, Hill, you two together, fan Nick to the hospital.” ”

After the explanation, Professor McGonagall urged the other students to leave the place.

Ernie was reluctant, but had to hold a fan and fan the wind.

Eugene followed, and when Ernie was tired, he took over.

Later, I finally got Nick, who was almost headless.

“I said, it must be him.” Ernie was sure.

“Harry didn’t have that time, and I saw him there when I left the library just now.” Eugene said, “I just didn’t figure out, how did Justin come out of the bedroom?” ”

Ernie was stunned for a moment, indeed, this made him feel strange.

Before they left the dormitory, they told Justin not to go out.

“Well, none of that matters anymore.” Eugene sighed, “Now be careful in everything, and if you come across something strange, remember to close your eyes.” ”

“Close your eyes?” Ernie was a little puzzled, “Why?” ”

“You don’t care about this, listen to me.”

Ernie nodded, perhaps because of Justin’s accident, it also made him panic.

Justin and the almost headless Nick Frost were attacked, and the news quickly spread throughout the school.

Let the already tense atmosphere become panic.

What makes everyone feel most strange is that what is it that would actually attack a ghost?

Because of this incident, some students who were going to stay in school decided to change their plans.

Scrambling to book tickets home, afraid that it would be gone later.

Everyone is looking forward to Christmas coming early to avoid disaster.

In the abandoned girls’ bathroom on the second floor.

Eugene, Hermione, Harry, and Ron, the four of them gathered around the pot of the compound decoction.

Their potions were basically cooked, and there was only the last bit of stuff left.

“I found that several of them who were going to stay in school had bought bus tickets.” Ron said, “Right now, I’m afraid there are only a few of us left in the school.” ”

“It’s nothing,” Hermione said, “the point is, Malfoy didn’t come back, so that, for us, it’s an opportunity.” ”

“So, let’s go and ask on Christmas Day?” Harry asked.

Hermione nodded, “Yes, that’s right. But we need to get what Crabbe and Goyle are on. ”

“Just knock them out.” Ron proposed.

Harry shook his head, “They’re so strong, can you be sure that they can succeed in one go?” ”

“Then get some sleeping pills.” Ron said.

Hermione’s eyes lit up, “Well, sleeping pills, good idea.” ”

“But how do you get them to take sleeping pills?” Harry was still a little uneasy, always feeling that their task was a little difficult.

“I’ll solve this!” Eugene said, “I often mix into the kitchen and get something to eat, and it’s okay.” ”

The corners of Ron’s mouth tugged, “The question is, they will be so stupid to eat what we give?” ”

“Rest assured, we will succeed.” Eugene said.

On the day of the holiday, a large part of the students left the school in a hurry.

Eugene stood in the owl shack, prepared the letters and gifts for Coman to send away one by one.

Standing on a high place, looking at the carriages, pulling the students, one cart after another, paddling across the lake, and then going to the station.

This scene still looks quite spectacular.

“Eugene?” A familiar voice came.

Eugene turned his head and saw that it was Autumn.

“You didn’t go back?”

Cho shook her head, “No, my mother has been a little busy with work lately, so I haven’t gone back.” ”

“Why didn’t you go back?” Cho asked.

“My mom and dad traveled to Big Apple.” Eugene said, “Say you’re going to give me a brother or sister.” ”

Hearing Eugene’s words, Cho smiled.

“You’re really interesting.” Cho’s face showed disbelief.

“What I said is true.” Eugene said.

Cho smiled, “Is there anything you want to buy?” I can bring it to you. ”

“Bring it to me?”

“We’re in third grade, we can go to the village over there.” Cho said, pointing in one direction.

Well, Eugene could only vaguely see the house over there, and a thick layer of snow.

“Eugene—Eugene—” Under the owl shack, Hermione beckoned to him.

“Right away!” Eugene shouted at Hermione.

“I don’t need much for now,” he said, turning back to Cho, “Thank you—my friend called me a little urgent—well, see you another day—”

“Well—see you another day.” A trace of loss flashed in Qiu’s eyes.

Eugene walked down a few steps, forgetting that there was still a word, he turned his head and smiled slightly, “Merry Christmas, Autumn!” ”