Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Once these words were spoken, it was basically the same as shouting "I'm going to kill Justin" in front of the Hufflepuff students. At the very least, Ernie, who had just mustered up the courage to reveal the "truth", had begun to tremble.

"What's that expression on your face?"

"Do you think I would order that damn black snake to attack Justin?"

Harry spoke so urgently that Ernie hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly.

"Listen, I can tell you... you can trace my family back nine generations of wizards, and my bloodline is as pure as anyone else's..."

His response did not reduce Harry's anger.

"Who asked you! Huh? Who asked you!"

"Why would I attack Muggles?"

Ernie wanted to say that Harry had always hated the Muggles who lived with him, but then he thought that this was fake news from last year, and immediately lowered his head, but there was still a gleam of doubt in his eyes.

His friends and classmates in the same college were facing unknown threats, so he chose to remain suspicious of Harry.

Although all the evidence proved that Harry had nothing to do with it, they did not see Harry use Parseltongue on the snake with their own eyes - because Dudley had interrupted the process.

Harry looked at them angrily and left quickly, but he bumped into a tall figure. It was Hagrid, who was wearing a balaclava and holding a dead rooster in his hand.

"Oh, hello Harry."

"This one? This is the second one that's been killed this term. It's either a fox or a vampire. I need Dumbledore's permission to cast a spell near the chicken coop."

Lifting the limp rooster, Hagrid looked at Harry worriedly, his face still showing a sad expression.

"Are you really okay?"

Harry sighed.

He didn't want to tell Hagrid, his close friend, about the argument he had just had with the Hufflepuff students.

"Oh, if you want to go find Dudley, he's still in my cabin with Ron and Hermione. I don't understand what he's thinking. Is he going to chop trees to make chopsticks in this weather?"

"Hmm...I have to say his updated menu is pretty tasty...Harry?"

Hagrid kept talking, and by the time he reacted, Harry had disappeared without a trace.

"They are really brothers. They are gone in the blink of an eye."

On the other side, in the corridor, Harry ran into Justin who was petrified. He was lying stiffly on the ground with his eyes wide open, just like Colin Creevey who was still lying in the school hospital, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Next to him was a figure that made Harry scratch his head and wonder why he was here.

Nearly Headless Nick.

Ordinary ghosts have milky white and transparent bodies, but now Sir Nick is completely black and shrouded in smoke, lying motionless - or rather, suspended about six inches above the ground, with the same terrified expression on his face as Justin's.

Harry felt his blood run cold. He had just listened to someone making up stories about him, and now he met him again by chance?

If he wasn't mentally ill, he would really start to doubt whether he had really attacked these poor people accidentally - or were they ghosts?

At this moment, Harry prepared to leave quickly and report this to Professor McGonagall.

However, a head with a strange smile suddenly popped out from the wall next to it.

That was Peeves, the mischievous newborn ghost who was even more annoying at Hogwarts than Snape in Potions class.

"Harry... Harry! You did it again!"

"Run for your life! No matter if you are a human or a ghost! Run for your life! Let's do it!!"

Before Harry could explain, Peeves screamed at the top of his lungs.

There are always things that are eager to create chaos in the world, and Peeves is a typical example. The only reason for its existence is to have fun, even if the people being framed are innocent passers-by, just like Harry now.

In just a few minutes, the corridor was full of people. Ernie, who had just been making the "Porter Threat Theory", was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, trembling and pointing at the two stone statues.

"We caught you in the act! Potter!"

"Enough! McMillan!"

Ernie shrank his head when Professor McGonagall's voice came. The head of Gryffindor was ruthless in deducting points, but he still plucked up his courage and stared at Harry bravely, expressing his attitude of "not being afraid of this Dark Lord candidate at all".

Harry was frozen in place. He didn't even realize that Professor Flitwick and Professor Sinistra from the Astronomy Department had hurriedly carried Justin away. Professor McGonagall also took out a big fan and asked Ernie, who had screamed the loudest just now, to fan poor Nick up the stairs. Soon, the corridor returned to silence.

"Come with me, Potter."

Professor McGonagall sighed.

"Professor, I swear, I absolutely did not..."

"It's over now. I can't control it."

After hearing Harry's defense, Professor McGonagall could only shake her head.

Although she absolutely did not believe in her heart that Harry would do such a thing, the way it happened was really strange, especially when so many people saw it at the same time. It was a bit like mud falling on the crotch of pants, which could not be washed away no matter how hard she tried.

Harry pouted and followed Professor McGonagall reluctantly to the door of Dumbledore's office.

"Ah, is there something you're confused about, Harry Potter?"

A voice came from the shelf and Harry looked up curiously.

Professor McGonagall escorted him in and left, leaving him looking around nervously. When he saw the scene in the dim office clearly, he realized that it was the Sorting Hat.

"You must be wondering if I haven't sorted you into the right house."

"Yes... It's not easy to pinpoint your position, but I still insist - Aha! Isn't this Brother D? When can you come and visit me, Little Hat, when you have time?"

The unfathomable voice of the Sorting Hat suddenly became extremely flattering and greasy, making Harry not know whether to laugh or cry. He turned around and saw Dudley's exceptionally tall figure striding towards the room.

There was still a lot of white snow on his eyebrows and bald head. The warm room made his eyebrows wet and made his head brighter like a light bulb.

"Okay, shut up. Where's Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Dudley picked up the Sorting Hat and patted it, and the tactful magic hat immediately shut its mouth, as if it was just a faded old wizard's hat.

Are you kidding? Being torn apart alive by this giant monster is not a good thing.

Fawkes cackled twice, attracting Harry's attention.