My body can be digitized

Chapter 133 Spiders
Time goes on.

Quietly.

Summer had crept upon the grounds around the castle; the sky, like the lake, had turned a purplish light blue, and flowers as big as cabbages were blooming in the greenhouses.However, not seeing Hagrid striding across the grounds with Fang at his feet from the castle window, Harry always felt that the scene was not quite right; in fact, it was not better than the chaos inside the castle How many.

Harry had wanted to visit Hermione, but visitors had been turned away from the hospital.

"We can't take any more risks," Madam Pomfrey said to them solemnly, opening the door of the hospital, "No, I'm sorry, the attackers will probably come back and kill these people completely..."

With Dumbledore gone, fear spread like never before, so the sun that warmed the castle's outer walls seemed unable to penetrate the mullioned windows.Every face in the school looked apprehensive, and every laugh that rang out in the hallways was harsh, weird, and quickly suppressed.

Harry kept repeating Dumbledore's last words to himself. "I've only really left this school when everyone here has betrayed me... At Hogwarts, help is always given to those who ask." But what good are these words?Who on earth should they turn to when everyone is as confused and terrified as they are?

Hagrid's allusion to spiders is easy to understand - the problem is, there doesn't seem to be a spider in the castle for them to stalk.Wherever Harry went, Ron was helping him search.

Of course, their search was hampered by the fact that they were not allowed to wander around without permission, but had to move around the castle in groups with other Gryffindors.Those classmates seemed happy to have their teacher escort them from one classroom to another, but Harry found it very annoying.

However, there was one person who seemed to particularly enjoy the atmosphere of terror and suspicion.Draco Malfoy strutted around the school as if he had just been appointed Head Boy.Ron never understood why he was so smug.Finally, in a Potions class about two weeks after Dumbledore and Hagrid had gone, Ron was sitting right behind Malfoy and overheard him bragging about Crabbe and Goyle.

"I've known Father would have driven Dumbledore away," he said, not taking care to keep his voice down. "Let me tell you, he thinks Dumbledore is the worst headmaster the school has ever had. McGonagall can't wait either." Long, she is just filling in temporarily..."

Snape walked quickly past Harry, not saying a word about Hermione's empty seat and cauldron.

"Sir," said Malfoy, "sir, why don't you apply for the position of Headmaster?"

"Oh, Malfoy," said Snape, but he couldn't help the faint smile on his lips, "Professor Dumbledore has only been temporarily suspended by the Board, and I dare say he will be back among us soon."

"Yeah, that's right," Malfoy said with a smile, "Sir, if you apply for this position, I guess my father will vote for you. I'll tell my father that you're the best teacher here, sir… ..."

Snape strutted up and down the dungeon with an uncontrollable smile on his face, and Seamus Finnigan pretended to vomit into his cauldron, luckily he didn't see it.

Fortunately, just then the bell rang; Ron jumped up from his stool at Malfoy's last words, and in the confusion of everyone rushing to pack their bags and books, no one but Harry and Dean Noticed that he wanted to go and teach Malfoy a lesson.

"Let me beat him," Ron said angrily as Harry and Dean grabbed Ron's arm, "I don't care, I don't need a wand, I'm going to beat him to death with my bare hands—"

"Calm for a while, Ron, it's better not to talk if you don't know the inside story." Harry said cautiously.

"Hurry up, I'm going to take you all to herbal medicine class." Snape yelled at the class, and then they left the classroom two by two.Harry, Ron and Dee were last, and Ron was still struggling to get free.When Snape sent everyone out of the castle, they dared to let Ron go.They walked across the vegetable patch towards the greenhouse.

The atmosphere in herbal medicine class is very depressing; there are already two missing students in the class - Justin and Hermione.

Professor Sprout arranged for everyone to prune Abyssinian shrunken figs.Harry, holding some dead branches on top of the compost, caught up with Ernie MacMillan.Ernie took a deep breath and said very formally: "I just want to say, Harry, I'm sorry I ever doubted you. I know you would never attack Hermione Granger, and I'm sorry for what I said before." Apologies for all the jerk talk. Now we're in the same danger, so—"

He held out a stubby hand, and Harry shook it.

There was a smile on the corner of Harry's mouth, he had already seen through these people, and next time when something similar happened, these people would still push themselves to attract fire.

"What a hypocrite..." Harry muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?" Ernie asked suspiciously, he happened to turn around just now.

Go over and talk to Hannah.

"It's nothing, I said thank you for your approval and trust." Harry forced a smile again and said.

Ernie and his friend Hannah come over to work on the same fig plant as Harry and Ron. "That Draco Malfoy guy," said Ernie, breaking off a dead branch, "seems to be gloating and happy as hell, isn't he? You know, I suspect he might be the heir of Slytherin."

"You're clever enough," said Ron, who didn't seem to forgive Ernie as quickly as Harry, who thought so too, but couldn't show it as bluntly as Ron.

"Harry, do you think it's Malfoy?" Ernie asked.

"No," said Harry, so firmly that both Ernie and Hannah stared at him in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, Harry suddenly saw something, and hastily tapped the back of Ron's hand with the pruning shears.

"Ouch! What are you doing—"

Harry pointed to the ground a few paces away.Several large spiders hurriedly crawled across the ground.

"Oh, well," said Ron, trying unsuccessfully to look pleased, "too bad we can't keep track of them now..."

Ernie and Hannah listened curiously.

Harry watched as the spider escaped.

"It seems that they are heading towards the Forbidden Forest..."

"We need to use the invisibility cloak," Harry said to Ron. "We can bring Fang. He often follows Hagrid into the woods, which will help."

"Yes," said Ron, twirling his wand uneasily.

"Oh - are there - are there werewolves in the Forbidden Forest?" he asked again when they had taken their usual seats in Lockhart's class.

Harry didn't feel comfortable answering the question, so he said, "There's some good stuff there, too. Centaurs are nice, and unicorns."

Ron had never been in the Forbidden Forest before.Harry had only been in once, and hoped he would never do it a second time.

(End of this chapter)