Chapter 327

He looked at Dumbledore, and his heart began to feel uneasy again. What if Dumbledore also thought that he and Darren did it?

Should he take all the blame on himself, just like Darren?

But he immediately thought that if he did that, Darren would probably fight to confess with him.

By then, Snape might suggest not to investigate and just expel them both together.

No need to think.

Harry had no doubt that Snape would definitely do such a thing. Because Snape particularly hated him and Darren.

And last year, Harry had been suspecting that he was physically punishing Darren behind his back.

Unfortunately, under Darren's insistence, he still believed last year that Snape hadn't done anything to Darren.

But looking at Snape's appearance just now, he immediately overturned his previous trust.

Darren was too kind and innocent.

He must have told those lies on purpose so that he, his brother, wouldn't worry. It was also very possible that he was covering for Snape.

Harry sighed.

Then his eyes met Snape's.

He saw Snape looking at him with disgust, as if there were some deep-seated hatred between them.

Even though Dumbledore had said that his father had saved Snape!

Harry really couldn't understand why Snape hated him so much.

"It must be a spell that killed it... I suspect it's the Transfiguration Torture Curse...

It's a pity I wasn't there at the time; if I were... I would definitely have been able to save it."

Lockhart broke the silence. Filch wailed. He sobbed: "Mrs. Norris is dead, my cat... they all know, they all know... I'm a Squib.

Harry Potter saw it; he must have told this little brat.

I was wondering why this little brat came to find me after Harry Potter saw my letter, and even said he would help Harry Potter...

He even cleaned the office for me by hand; who would help a caretaker?"

Filch said tearfully.

Although this guy was quite annoying usually, he really looked very pitiful at this moment.

But compared to Darren, almost no one sympathized with him.

"Who would clean the office for so long just to kill your cat?

Or is poor Mr. Potter stupid? Does he think murdering a cat requires so long?"

Snape said in a sarcastic tone.

"Then who knows? Otherwise who else? Who else would... do this?"

Filch's gaze suddenly landed on Harry.

"If it's not that little brat, then it's you; you know I'm a Squib, you know... you look down on me..."

"Enough! Argus, Mrs. Norris is not dead!"

Dumbledore interrupted Filch's accusation against Harry.

"But... but its whole body is stiff... as if it were frozen..."

"It has been petrified... the same as Darren detected before..."

"I knew it was him, it was this little brat; I have never heard of this spell.

Only Dumbledore, you and this little brat knew my cat was petrified. He must have wanted to show off, petrified my cat, and then brought it back to life!"

Filch interrupted Dumbledore loudly, looking at Darren angrily. Darren pursed his lips, his face pale, and tried to use a gentle voice: "Mr. Filch, I just saw this situation in a book, and the latest antidote I made can also undo it..."

"Look, look, I knew it... he just wanted to promote his antidote, didn't he?

By the way, the Ministry of Magic hasn't approved his antidote for the market yet; he started wanting to use my cat to promote his antidote!"

"If Potter had that brain, perhaps he should have petrified you... that way perhaps he wouldn't have to listen to you say these things!"

Snape looked at Filch with disdain.

It was the first time Harry felt that what Snape said was actually quite good.

Although he had heard that Snape looked down on Filch because Filch was always dirty and was a Squib.

Of course, he only just learned the word Squib.

Perhaps Dumbledore also felt that Filch was going too far; he put down his wand and said sternly: "Second years are not capable of such advanced magic!"

"But Darren Potter is the most excellent one; he might be able to do it, and he can even make the latest antidote... maybe he could?"

Filch roared.

Then he suddenly looked at Snape and asked: "Professor, I heard those students discussing before, you said before that Darren Potter snuck out secretly, right?"

Case solved. Darren curled his lips. Alright.

He was wondering why Dumbledore was acting a bit strange towards him today; it turned out it was because he ran out at the end.

Snape was stunned by Filch's question.

He also hadn't expected that his words from before, wanting Darren to hate him, had actually been remembered by those students, and that Filch had heard them.

"Then that would be a question for little Potter... perhaps he can give you an explanation..."

Snape said in a low voice. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't help Potter anymore; that little brat should understand that he is not some gentle, kind Professor Snape.

He is the greasy, cold, disgusting, and loathsome Snape. Everyone's eyes turned to Darren.

Darren really wanted to tell these people that he had diarrhea. But the little Saint Father definitely couldn't have diarrhea.

So.

【Ding, a scene where the Saint Father System can be utilized has been detected around the host. A temporary task is now issued:

In the eyes of everyone, say with an extremely pale face:

I don't know why, but I've been hearing strange voices lately, as if they were saying kill, tear...

Just at the feast, I suddenly heard that voice.

The voice kept moving, and I could only follow it forward; I heard it seem to stop at the basement bathroom.

So, in order to guard it, I stayed there for a long time, until I heard it leave again...】

【Ding, after completing the task, you will receive the Basilisk's Gaze. Does the host accept the task?】

【Accept!】

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