Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry is in a bad mood right now.

He found that Riddle's diary was missing!

Since the last time he communicated with Riddle, he knew from his memory that the entrance to the secret room had been opened once, and that the suspect was Hagrid, Harry had been hiding it in his drawer.

But when he opened the drawer again today, the diary suddenly disappeared.

In the common room, Harry told Ron and Hermione about it.

"Is it possible that Riddle in the diary ran away by himself? After all, you have ignored him for more than two months." Ron speculated.

Harry was speechless.

"It doesn't have legs, how could it escape by itself? I think it might have been stolen by someone."

At this time, Neville happened to pass by them, and Ron asked casually.

"Have you seen the diary in Harry's drawer? Neville."

Neville acted like he was flustered, he stammered.

"No, no."

Then he left in a hurry.

Ron touched his chin and looked at Neville's back with a thoughtful look.

"Neville's behavior is a little suspicious."

Harry said weakly.

"Don't make trouble, even if you tell me that the diary was taken by a house-elf, I don't believe that Neville stole it."

Ron shrugged, he was really joking.

Everyone can steal, but Neville definitely won't, because he's too timid.

Hermione was a little absent-minded. She was holding a tome, as if she was looking for something.

Harry and Ron turned to look at her and groaned.

"You've been reading that book for three days, what are you reading?"

Hermione closed the book and turned to stare at them.

"Looking at details you'll never notice."

Saying that, she stood up from her seat.

"I'm going to the library to return the book, do you want to come with me?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they both saw the same thought in each other's eyes.

"We're going out for a walk, but we're not going to the library. The Quidditch match is about to start. Wood and the others are still waiting for me to do the final practice."

They walked out of the Gryffindor lounge together, then parted in front of the hallway.

The weather outside today is not bad, it is a good weather for playing Quidditch.

Harry and Ron walked side by side, still talking about the diary.

"Would you like to tell the professor about this?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head: "What should we say after telling the professor? It's just an ordinary diary that the professors won't pay attention to, but if we tell everything, what will Hagrid do?"

Even if he was slandered as a Slytherin descendant, Harry didn't want Hagrid to be suspected by others.

They walked down the stairs and suddenly saw two figures standing in the corridor chatting at the corner of the third floor.

It's Sherlock and Professor Flitwick.

Their statures, one tall and the other short, formed a strong contrast, and Sherlock even kept his head down when he spoke.

Harry grabbed Ron's sleeve, they hid on the side of the wall, and heard the conversation between the two of Sherlock.

"Are you ready for the final exam?" Professor Flitwick has always been very concerned about Sherlock's teaching at Hogwarts.

Sherlock has been busy with the secret room these days. Even if he knew from Dumbledore who the successor of Slytherin was, he still didn't know where the diary was.

"The preparation is almost done. The practical exam is easy to come up with. I am now preparing to write the exam papers. Because there are five sets of exam papers, it takes a little time."

"This time of the year is always the busiest time, but it's good to finish this period, and the summer vacation will become very leisurely."

Then he said worriedly.

"It's just that the attack has not been resolved and the murderer has not been caught. I don't know if this year's final exam will go smoothly."

When Harry and Ron heard this, both of them had a bad premonition in their hearts.

The two looked at each other in horror, and when they were about to jump out to stop, Sherlock had already spoken.

"It's been so long, there shouldn't be any more attacks." He thought about the conversation he had with Dumbledore in the office yesterday, "The murderer's purpose is not very simple."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he noticed Harry and Ron who jumped down the stairs with a heartbroken expression.

He looked at the two of them suspiciously, with a strange expression like swallowing a cockroach.

"What happen to you guys?"

Harry was sobbing, mourning for one of his classmates who was attacked next.

"No, it's okay Professor, we just have a stomachache."

Sherlock looked at Harry, and then at Ron, who had the same pained expression.

"You two have a stomachache together?"

Professor Flitwick analyzed.

"It may be that I ate something unclean at the same time. If the pain is severe, it is better to go to the school hospital to have a look."

"No need for a professor, we just have a little pain~www.wuxiahere.com~ It will be better in a while, there will be a Quidditch match soon, let's go first!"

Harry and Ron fled in a hurry, leaving Professor Flitwick and Sherlock a little confused by their last words.

What do you mean by a little pain?

Harry and the others ran to the end of the corridor before stopping.

Ron tugged at his hair and said desperately.

"It's over, it's over! Since Professor Forrest has already spoken, there will definitely be people who will be attacked next!"

Harry also paced back and forth nervously.

"The situation is more complicated than before. Malfoy has also been attacked, which means that the people who may be attacked are the students in the entire castle!"

"what should we do?"

Ron was a bit at a loss, but Harry couldn't think of a better way. No matter how smart they were, they were only thirteen years old, and their shallow experience made them unsure of what to do next.

Just when Harry was at a loss, a familiar and unpleasant voice suddenly came from the ceiling.

"Kill you...kill you...kill..."

Harry grabbed Ron's arm tightly.

"Did you hear that voice! Ron!"

Ron looked blank, he didn't hear anything.

Harry tried to follow where the sound came from, but the sound disappeared immediately, and he had no idea where it came from.

Harry's complexion became extremely unsightly.

"It's already started. I hear that voice every time someone encounters an attack. Professor Forrest's crow's mouth and that voice appeared together, and someone is about to be attacked now!"

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