HP: The New God from Hogwarts

Momo was about to undo the petrification of Mrs. Norris when Draco, who was poking Mrs. Norris with his wand, looked at a passing Hufflepuff girl.

"what--"

When the girl saw Mrs. Norris hanging in the air, she instantly became frightened and screamed. The sharp sound immediately echoed over the entire corridor.

"Malfoy killed Mrs. Norris! Malfoy killed Mrs. Norris!"

"not me……"

Before Draco could finish his explanation, the girl's eyes fell on the bloody words behind him.

"Malfoy, you want to kill a Muggle-born classmate. You are so terrible and vicious!"

The frightened little badger suddenly noticed Harry who was watching the excitement, hurriedly hid behind Harry, and grabbed the corner of Harry's clothes.

"Senior Potter, you are the savior. You will definitely defeat the evil Malfoy and protect me and Senior Luna!"

Momo looked at the helpless evil Malfoy in front of her and covered her mouth to hold back her laughter. This cute girl was a freshman in Hufflepuff. Like Hermione, she was born into a Muggle family, named Emily White.

"I said, it wasn't me. When I came, it was hanging here." Draco rubbed his temples helplessly, "You stupid..."

Hufflepuff almost blurted out but he swallowed it back quickly. He subconsciously glanced at Momo and was relieved to see that her expression did not change.

"Merlin, what's going on?"

"Is that Lady Norris? Malfoy killed Filch's Lady Norris?"

"I guess so. Didn't you see that Emily was so scared that she hid behind the savior?"

"That's right, look at his hands wrapped with gauze, he must have cut his fingers to write in blood!"

Perhaps attracted by Emily's scream, the students gathered around from all directions, whispering.

"Hey, buddy, it's you next, Mudbloods, do you want to kill the Mudbloods in this school?" Draco's good friend Blaise ran behind him at some point and looked at him excitedly. Blood writing on the wall.

"Oh, this is so cool. Uncle Lucius will be proud of you. What do you think, Theodore?" After saying that, Blaise hooked Draco's shoulder and bumped him with his elbow. Theodore was studying the word "scary" next to him.

Goyle, the wise man, was looking at Draco with admiration, but unfortunately Crabbe, the rotten ass, was not here.

"It's not me! I'm not that boring!" Draco shook off Blaise's arm and took a step back.

Although the pure-blood family hates Muggles, in schools, and in schools under Dumbledore's control, engaging in such racial discrimination that has affected the normal operation of the school will be stained to some extent.

He is proud, but not stupid.

"It's not Draco, this handwriting is not his." Theodore, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up. He supported his chin with one hand, but his eyes did not leave the wall. "According to the degree of dryness of the blood, the handwriting was probably written more than an hour ago. It was written, and at that time..."

He looked at the gauze on Draco's hand, raised his eyebrows and continued: "At that time, he was bitten by a mandrake. People in Gryffindor can also testify, and Potter can."

Most of the surrounding students were little badgers who loved to eat melons. They did not take the Herbology class with Slytherin, but now they all knew that Draco was bitten by a mandrake. When the little badgers knew, it meant The whole school will know.

"Then Malfoy is definitely not the murderer!"

"Yes, yes, that Nott said that his finger was chewed by mandrake!"

There was even a curious badger who pulled Harry over and asked him if Draco was really bitten by a mandrake.

Harry tried his best to lower the corners of his mouth, suppressed a smile and nodded, confirming what Theodore said.

"That's definitely not Malfoy! He can be bitten by mandrakes and can't do such delicate work."

Draco: ...Although the suspicion has been cleared, I think you might as well doubt me. Thank you so much, my good brother, Theodore!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't stand around here, what happened?" Filch, the castle administrator, came over with a roar.

He saw his beloved kitten hanging stiffly in the air, shock and anger crawling onto his fierce face.

He looked at the three pure-blood boys closest to Mrs. Norris, gritted his teeth, his face turned red, and he didn't say anything in the end.

Then he turned around and pointed his finger at Momo, who was next closest: "Did you kill my Mrs. Norris? I heard Snape say a long time ago that you are impure and vicious, so you must be You killed my Lady Norris!"

The three Slytherin boys were fooled by his operation.

Impure and vicious?

It seemed that Snape was really objective in his evaluation of her. Momo had no expression at all and just chuckled, the smile not reaching her eyes.

"Perhaps you are right, Mr. Filch, I am vicious and cruel." Taowu pointed his wand at Filch, and he fell out hard, hitting the water heavily and splashing. Dirty splash.

The students around them gasped and looked at them nervously. The school rules stated that the use of magic spells was not allowed in the corridors, but it was the supervisor of this school rule who was beaten.

And no one saw Taowu reciting a spell just now. She just pointed her wand lightly, and Filch flew out. Could it be the legendary silent spell, Thai pants are hot!

Anyway, no one likes this ugly old squib who worships others. Even though he didn't hear Theodore's analysis, he didn't doubt Draco and went to question Momowu, an orphan.

Taowu slowly walked up to Filch, pointed at him with her wand, and said in a contemptuous tone: "If I wanted to be vicious to you, I would beat you like this in public, instead of bullying you secretly. A kitten.”

"Obviously the closest people to Mrs. Norris are Draco, Zabini and Nott, but you come to doubt me. It's hard for me not to believe that you are a bitch who wants to flatter others."

Draco frowned and walked to Taowu: "When Luna and I got here, it was already hanging here. Why can't you protect your own cat?"

He crossed his arms and looked down at Filch who was lying in the water, and sneered: "Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Filch, you are a squib without magic."

Harry and Blaise took the lead in laughing, and the other students also laughed with undisguised malice.

Theodore walked to Taowu's side, squatted down and looked at Filch's angry and twisted face, his voice was as calm as a breeze.

"You should apologize to Luna, Mr. Filch."