"Weasley, what are you doing here?"
Draco questioned Ron emotionlessly.
Facing such a calm Draco, Ron's momentum weakened for some reason: "I...I'm just worried about Harry, and I want to warn him that a troll has entered the castle."
"Ha... I don't think I heard you clearly. It seems our classmate Weasley copied his homework. Even a three-year-old knows that trolls have sharper hearing. Weasley, you're yelling like that. Are you jealous of Harry and planning to use the troll as an excuse to get rid of him secretly?"
When it comes to sarcasm, Slytherin is the best. How can the little Gryffindor be a match for Draco? Ron was completely defeated by the beatings and his ears turned red with shame and anger.
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
The classic triple denial caused Draco to raise an eyebrow and look at Tom: "What do you think, Professor Riddle?"
Draco had started the show, so Tom had to sing along: "Weasley, you copied the homework, two points from Gryffindor, and you have to write a new three-foot-long homework about trolls, due next week."
"Puff!"
Hermione knew it all clearly. How could she not know that Draco and Tom were targeting Ron because they wanted to seek justice for her? She couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Ron's face flushed red. Just as he was about to say something, the sound of hurried footsteps silenced his words.
Professor McGonagall rushed forward with a pale face; Snape followed closely behind, his billowing black robe carrying a freezing chill; the last to fall was Professor Flitwick, who, with his short limbs, had to try his best to keep up with the two.
Snape glanced at Harry, ignored everyone, walked past them and bent down to examine the troll's body.
"What are you all doing here? Can anyone tell me what's going on?"
Professor McGonagall looked solemn and spoke to the young wizards in an unprecedentedly harsh tone.
Hermione wanted to step forward to explain, but was quietly pulled back by Tom and Draco on the left and right.
Noticing the little movement between them, Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione and asked, "Miss Granger seems to have something to say, but I remember Miss Patil asked for sick leave for you this afternoon. I wonder why you are here again?"
Seeing Hermione shiver at Professor McGonagall's harsh tone, Tom hurried forward to explain, "This afternoon, Weasley didn't finish his homework. Hermione tried to persuade him, and then the two of them got into an argument. Weasley's words irritated Hermione and caused her physical discomfort. We were all worried about Hermione, so we went to visit her. Seeing that she was not seriously ill, we planned to go back to the Great Hall for the dinner together. As a result, we passed by here and a few girls went to the bathroom temporarily. As they were coming out, they were blocked by the troll."
Tom explained the whole story to Professor McGonagall in a few words, implying that it was all Ron's fault, they were just good students who cared about their classmates, and encountering the troll was just an accident.
Draco added: "Weasley called Hermione a mudblood. I hope Professor McGonagall will deal with this bad behavior seriously."
"I didn't..." Ron quickly denied Draco's attempt to confuse the facts.
"We all heard it." "If you don't believe me, you can ask the Gryffindors." "Yes, there are witnesses here." The Slytherin snakes spoke one after another, trying to confirm Ron's behavior.
Harry couldn't bear to see his friend being attacked, so he stepped forward and dryly defended Ron: "Professor McGonagall, Ron regrets it too, so he came here to warn us."
As for more, Harry couldn't say it. After all, what Tom and the others said was true, and there was sufficient evidence, so he couldn't clear his name.
"Quiet!"
Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at Ron angrily: "Weasley, how dare you! Ten points from Gryffindor, and I'll write to Molly."
Ron suddenly felt like the sky was falling.
"Minerva, Filius, you'd better come and see!"
Snape called out to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick in a skeptical tone.
The two men let go of the little wizard in front of them and went forward to examine the troll's body with Snape.
After a moment, their expressions turned extremely ugly, and Professor Flitwick even screamed:
"This, this is... impossible!"
Seeing the changes in the two people's expressions, Snape breathed a sigh of relief. You know, when he just checked and found that the troll was hit by more than a dozen wounds, he doubted his own magic level for the first time.
Fortunately, Snape is fine, and the world is still normal. But that's not right. This situation is the biggest problem.
The three of them looked at each other, feeling that the atmosphere around them was not right, as if they were no longer in Hogwarts, but at a dark wizard gathering.
Professor McGonagall, having recovered from her disbelief, turned and shouted at the young wizards, "Who cast the Killing Curse? Stand out!"
All the young wizards present raised their hands, except Ron. At that moment, Ron felt as if he had been abandoned by the world.
"!"
Professor McGonagall and the others had no time to care about Ron's feelings. His mind was full of exclamation marks. He felt that Hogwarts, where he had lived all his life, was so unfamiliar.
"You all know the killing curse?!"
The young wizards nodded like chickens pecking at rice, and one of them even added enthusiastically: "Professor, it's not just us, everyone in the lower grades knows the Killing Curse."
Listen to what kind of prison statement this is. How did her beloved Hogwarts become like this?
Professor McGonagall, unwilling to give up, asked again with a trembling voice, "Are you saying that everyone in the lower grades knows how to cast the Killing Curse?"
"Yeah, that's right."
After receiving the confirmation again, Professor McGonagall almost fainted and stumbled. Fortunately, Snape caught her in time.
As she continued to ask questions, Professor McGonagall's stern tone was filled with fear: "Who, who taught you?"
In response to Professor McGonagall's question, all the young wizards looked at Tom.
"Riddle!!!"
In response to Professor McGonagall's angry roar, Tom waved his hand and said lightly, "This is the content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Don't worry, I have taken safety measures, and there will be no teaching accidents."
"Is this the point, Riddle? How could you, how dare you?" Professor Flitwick's shrill exclamation irritated Tom's eardrums. "Severus, this is your Slytherin student!"
Snape, who had remained calm, calmly shifted the blame: "He was appointed as the assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts by Dumbledore. He needs to step forward to resolve this matter. I will go inform him now."
Tom curled his lips when he heard what Snape said. He had a sixth sense that Dumbledore must be spying in the dark, and now it was his turn to take action.
Dumbledore did not disappoint Tom. After he counted "3!" "2!" "1!" in his heart, he quietly appeared from a corner.
"No, Severus, I saw it all."