Traveling through Hogwarts, just wanting to have a love affair

"We received an invitation to Nick's dinner party, so we didn't go to the hall." Harry said, scratching his head.

"Then why did you come here?"

Professor McGonagall wondered.

"The Deathday party is over. Why are you coming here in the first place instead of attending the banquet or returning to the common room?"

Professor Snape asked coolly.

Harry was thinking of a reason when Ron beside him suddenly said, "We...we are tired."

"We don't want to eat. We want to go straight to sleep." Ron yawned and continued.

"We are so sleepy now. We need to go back to the dormitory to rest."

After saying this, he pretended to rub his eyes.

But an awkward scene occurred. Ron's stomach growled, as if in protest.

Everyone's eyes were suddenly focused on Ron. His face turned red instantly and he wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

"Uh... I think... I'm a little hungry again." Ron stammered.

At this time, Professor Snape suggested to Headmaster Dumbledore:

"I think we must unhesitatingly disqualify Potter from Quidditch and ruthlessly expel him from the Gryffindor team!"

"That's right. At least until the terrible monster in the Chamber of Secrets is completely solved, Potter must not participate in any Quidditch game again!"

During this time, Phoenix and Astoria watched everything silently and remained silent. After all, no one asked for their opinions.

However, deep down in their hearts, both of them have a mentality of enjoying the fun, and this kind of intrigue and confusing plot is really too interesting.

It was as if a fascinating drama was being performed before their eyes, immersing them in it and making them never tired of it.

However, this idea was strongly opposed by Professor McGonagall, who said in a tough attitude that she could not accept such a thing happening.

At the same time, Headmaster Dumbledore also stood up to defend Harry:

"I firmly believe that Harry would not do such a thing."

These words made Professor Snape furious, and Filch was even more furious.

He shouted at the top of his voice:

"My cat was turned to stone! Someone has to be held accountable!"

Faced with Filch's anger, Headmaster Dumbledore tried to calm him down.

He whispered soothingly, "Don't worry, Filch. We can fix her.

The mandrake planted by Professor Sprout is about to mature. When the time comes, let Professor Snape brew a potion that will surely bring Mrs. Norris back to life."

"Let me mix it."

Professor Lockhart at the side quickly stepped forward and said solemnly:

"I have prepared this potion at least hundreds of times. I think I am the best person to complete this task."

"Please believe me, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"No."

Professor Snape said expressionlessly:

"I am the Potions teacher of this school, and you are just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Professor Lockhart's face changed slightly, he rubbed his hands unnaturally, and insisted:

"How about I help you? After all, I am quite experienced in this area."

Professor Snape just glanced at Professor Lockhart indifferently, then turned his head away and never looked at him again.

"You can go back and rest now, Harry."

Headmaster Dumbledore said this to Harry and the other three. After hearing this, they hurriedly left this place of trouble.

Phoenix held Astoria tightly, wanting to leave with Harry and the others.

Although Astoria was somewhat confused, she did not resist.

However, at this moment, Headmaster Dumbledore suddenly said:

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Greengrass, please wait a moment, I have something to ask you."

Phoenix's body stiffened slightly, but he still stopped.

Astoria was acutely aware of Phoenix's nervousness, so she took the initiative to comfort him by slipping her hand into Phoenix's palm and gently squeezing his thumb.

Phoenix smiled gratefully at Astoria, then held her hand tightly, laughing at himself in his heart:

"I haven't done anything wrong, so why am I feeling guilty here? I'm really bringing shame to the senior time travelers."

He couldn't help feeling a little ashamed of his performance.

Phoenix secretly used the brain block technique, looked up at the eyes of Headmaster Dumbledore, and asked sincerely:

"Is there anything else you would like to ask, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Oh, I just want to ask what you think about this matter? Is Harry and the others the murderer?"

Headmaster Dumbledore looked at Phoenix with a smile. It was obvious that he had seen the little action just now clearly and he felt very relieved.

Phoenix thought for a while, during which Professor Snape kept winking at Phoenix:

"Hurry, hurry, kick Harry out of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, or we will be in danger in this Quidditch game!"

But Headmaster Dumbledore also noticed this, and without waiting for Phoenix to speak, he said:

"Professors, you have worked hard. You can go back and rest. Mr. Malfoy, Miss Greengrass, let's go to the principal's office to talk, okay?"

What else could Phoenix say but nod in agreement.

Professor Snape looked disappointed, but still winked at Phoenix.

Phoenix smiled bitterly in his heart. If it were in the past, he might have done what Professor Snape thought, but now Draco has also mixed in with the protagonists.

Draco would be furious if he asked Harry to leave the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Not long after, they arrived at the principal's office, pushed the door open and walked in.

Headmaster Dumbledore greeted them warmly:

"Come and sit down. It's still early for bedtime and we still have plenty of time to chat."

As he spoke, he waved his wand, conjured up several plates of desserts and drinks, placed them on the table, and asked with a smile:

"Would you like to try some cockroach piles? They're my favorite snack!"

Phoenix quickly waved his hand and declined:

"Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore, but we don't really like overly sweet food."

After the two men sat down, Phoenix described in detail what they had just seen.

"We heard Draco and the others talking loudly, so we went over to check, and we saw that conversation. We all know what happened afterwards."

"In fact, we don't know much about this. Draco and the others have already made it very clear just now."

"No, no, no, I want to hear your personal opinion. For example, do you have any clues or ideas about the heir of Slytherin?"

Headmaster Dumbledore shook his head and raised the question that really concerned him.

The alarm bells in Phoenix's heart suddenly rang. Could it be that Headmaster Dumbledore suspected that he was the heir of Slytherin?

It seems that Professor Snape finally told Headmaster Dumbledore that he had the same wand as Voldemort.

Phoenix's heart grew heavy, and even though he knew that Professor Snape was right to do so, he still couldn't feel happy.

But he still pulled himself together and said with a smile:

"I don't know the details either. How about you ask Potter, Headmaster Dumbledore? He must know the details best."

"Miss Greengrass, has young Mr. Malfoy been with you these past few days?"

Headmaster Dumbledore obviously would not listen to Phoenix's one-sided story, so he turned to Astoria and asked.

"Yes, we have classes and eat together. We are together almost all the time except at night."

Astoria answered in the affirmative. As smart as she was, she now had a taste of what was going on.

But she didn't show it, and stood firmly beside Phoenix.

"Hahaha, don't be nervous, kids. I'm just asking casually. Okay, you can go now."

Headmaster Dumbledore smiled and signaled that they could leave.

But those blue eyes were shining with a deep light.

After leaving Headmaster Dumbledore's office, Astoria couldn't wait to say:

"Why would Headmaster Dumbledore suspect you of this? Isn't this an injustice? This is too much."

"You come with me."

Phoenix smiled bitterly, looked around, and pulled Astoria into a remote and empty classroom.

But what they didn't notice was that four heads popped up at the corner behind them.

"Hermione, I told you, Phoenix can't possibly be the heir of Slytherin. You can't doubt him just because of what Hagrid said."

Draco said angrily.