Chapter 187 Gossip
After briefly dismissing Harry, Marn suddenly asked McGonagall with some doubts: "Professor, how are you sure that he made a Horcrux? Have you seen that thing?"
"Mr. Weasley said that Harry arranged it first. After the killing curse was issued, a book suddenly became extremely evil and flew away from the window. Professor Snape and I discussed it. Only then was it confirmed that it was a Horcrux."
"Professor Snape?"
McGonagall nodded and said: "He was here just now. Considering that although Harry was not seriously injured, mental shock is inevitable due to this kind of thing, so I went back to make a potion for him."
Ma En finally figured out the Horcrux thing, but he still didn't understand who did it.
Withdrawing the fruitless flame in his hand, Ma En thought for a long time but no reasonable suspect appeared. It couldn't be the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest or the mermaids in the Black Lake, right?
Not to mention how many magic these guys know, their image is not very suitable to appear on the Hogwarts campus. Although Polyjuice Potion can help, it is not a panacea. If they use Polyjuice Potion, they will be able to walk. That's good...and Ma En has just inspected two places and found no problems.
The sky gradually became brighter, and the sky in the east became a little white, and Ma En was really sleepy.
After discussing with Professor McGonagall and asking Patrick to come over later when he woke up, Marne slowly flew back to his castle on the flying carpet.
Esther was already awake, or in other words, she had not fallen asleep since she was woken up by Professor McGonagall who broke in through the window. Ma En took off her clothes, got into the bed, and hugged her.
"solved?"
"No, it seems he ran away."
"You are such a busy man..." Esther sighed, "If it were before, who told me that a middle school student had to do so many things, I would definitely tear his mouth apart for bragging..."
"Oh... Esther, then you may have to tear the mouths of many people who write novels."
Aster moved a little and changed into a more comfortable position: "That's different. People who write novels just make up a story. They don't do it to show off."
“But bragging is essentially just fiction.”
"Then it's okay if I plug their mouths with a rag. How about I stop tearing them up?"
Ma En looked at the girl who seemed a little dazed probably because she didn't sleep well: "How about you block my mouth in other ways first?"
"What?" Esther narrowed his eyes and looked at Ma En.
Ma En stretched out his fingers and touched her red and glossy lips even without lipstick: "How about this, for example?"
"If you want...well..."
"Ma..." Draco opened the door and walked in, intending to call the two of them to go down to eat. When he saw the scene in front of him, he shut up in time and stepped back gently.
A few minutes later, Aster, who was dizzy and a little hypoxic, broke the transparent thread between their lips: "Was that Malfoy just now?"
"It seems so. Fortunately, the weather is cold and the quilt is very tight. I have to tell him to remember to knock on the door in the future."
"Um…"
"Are you going to dinner?"
"IM so tired…"
"Me too, then just sleep a little longer, they will understand."
Marn gently called Patrick who had just woken up in the corner, whispered a few words to him to let him go to Hogwarts, and after feeding him some food, he tightened the girl in his arms, feeling dazed. Fell asleep.
At this time, in the restaurant on the first floor, Draco was sluggishly recalling what he had just seen. His eyes couldn't help but look at Margaery... No, this is my sister... Then he looked at Hermione, who rolled her eyes. ...This won't work either, this is a Muggle... Finally, his mind came to Pansy, and then he shivered and became energetic, and quickly shook his head to get the horrible thought out of his mind.
"Draco, what's wrong with you? You're shivering and shaking your head. Do you have a cold?" Margaery, who was serving soup, looked at Draco who was acting strangely and asked, "Also, Marne and Esther Woolen cloth?"
"They... they are..." Draco thought for a moment and didn't know how to describe it, and finally touched it with his two index fingers.
Margery looked at her watch, it was 7:20, looked up and said: "I hope that at 10:30, I will still be Margery, not Aunt Margery."
Ryan smiled and said to Miley: "As expected of my child, he is even more courageous than I was back then."
"He's much better than you... He moved in with a girl when he was in first grade." Miley glanced at him angrily and said.
However, Hermione still defended her two best friends: "At first, they just moved to live in the same house, and then the two of them got mixed up in the same room."
"So how long did this process take?"
"Hmm...it doesn't seem to be a few days..."
Ryan shrugged: "Look, I guess he might be harboring some bad ideas."
Opposite Lucius adhered to the rule of not talking during meals, but he still raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at Ryan, beginning to wonder if this kid had deceived Miley in the same way.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger began to whisper about their daughter, whether all wizards were so precocious. They also asked Hermione if she had anyone she liked, which made the little girl blush. They were also worried about whether her mother's movements were too much. Big, don't affect the child in your belly.
Mrs. Granger, who was about five months pregnant, had a very obvious belly now, making it look like she was afraid of bumping into it. Narcissa also rubbed her belly from time to time, looking forward to the birth of her daughter.
"Speaking of which...Mom, are you carrying my brother or sister?" Hermione suddenly thought of a question.
"I don't know. Your father and I haven't checked. We are more looking forward to surprises than preparing clothes for him or her from now on."
"Surprise? Do you like boys or girls?"
"Your dad likes girls. Girls are cuter. I hope he is a boy who can protect us when he grows up."
Hermione was lost in thought. She was a little confused about whether she was better as a younger brother or a younger sister...
Margery drank the last bit of milk and said, "I don't know if you like boys or girls, but I hope that Marn can raise a boy in the future. He should look like Marn and have hair like Esther."
Miley, who was eating next to her, thought for a moment: "That must be a very, very refined-looking young gentleman..."
"Platinum blonde hair is better, noble." The silent Lucius finally broke his own rules.
"But we are wizards, and black is more mysterious." Margaery retorted.
"I said, are you thinking a little too far ahead?" Draco asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Hermione swallowed the food in her mouth: "According to the current progress, it's not far away at all..."