Chapter 984

Just look at how much trouble he has caused in the past two years? We can't always have others chasing after him to clean up his messes, right?"

Parvati said coldly.

She hated Hagrid causing trouble for Darren the most.

Her words won a chorus of agreement.

Even the Slytherin students applauded her.

Darren sighed in his heart that Hagrid was having a miserable time, but on the surface, he naturally showed an appearance of wanting to help defend Hagrid.

This made many students even more angry.

They started bad-mouthing Hagrid on various occasions.

They also said that if Hogwarts hadn't hired Hagrid from the beginning, there wouldn't have been so many things.

Darren would defend him every time.

Because although they were always scolding Hagrid, as long as he helped Hagrid argue, he would harvest Saint Father values.

Perhaps this is a kind of rebellious thought: "Although I am moved by your integrity, we just won't listen!"

However, this was just the beginning.

After a week, very few people were bad-mouthing Hagrid anymore.

Because Hagrid actually hadn't shown his face for a whole week.

Even during meals, Hagrid wouldn't appear in front of the students.

Even when they finally had the opportunity to go to Hogsmeade, Hagrid didn't appear.

Darren was dragged to Hogsmeade by Hermione to relax.

But she didn't allow Harry to go.

Because Harry still hadn't listened to what was being said in that golden egg while taking a bath, to find some clues.

And Hermione also handed the task of analyzing the clues in the golden egg to Harry. She said Harry must exercise his brain and couldn't always let Darren help. Harry sighed.

He felt that the reason Hermione didn't let him go to Hogsmeade wasn't this, but he couldn't find any evidence.

As for Ron, his homework wasn't finished, and he was punished by the professor to copy homework, so he couldn't go to Hogsmeade himself.

Hearing the news that Harry wasn't allowed to go either, he was overjoyed and wanted Harry to stay honestly in the library to accompany him.

Harry agreed.

So after he sent Darren away, he started to go back to the dormitory to get his homework.

He pulled a few books out of his schoolbag, wanting to do it for show, but brought out a piece of parchment.

Harry certainly recognized the parchment.

This was the map Fred and George gave him.

Harry casually stuffed it into his pocket.

He decided he could go to the kitchen first, get some food, and then go to the library; this way he and Ron could perhaps stay there until Darren and the others returned.

In order not to let the professors discover that he had privately run to the kitchen, Harry naturally could only bring the parchment.

He walked out of the dormitory and then prepared to walk toward the kitchen.

Then he discovered a problem.

A name called Barty Crouch appeared in Snape's office.

He wasn't deliberately staring at Snape's office.

It was just that there was no way, Snape was the teacher who hated him the most in the whole school.

If there was any professor who would deduct points from him for going to the kitchen to get food, it would be Snape.

So Harry subconsciously looked there.

But this one glance shocked him.

Barty Crouch.

That's right, it was this name.

At the Christmas ball, he had heard Percy say that Mr. Barty Crouch was seriously ill, but why would the seriously ill one appear in Snape's office?

He subconsciously wanted to investigate.

So he went back to get his Invisibility Cloak and then quickly ran toward Snape's office.

Just...

A large hole suddenly cracked open in the gap of the stairs, and Harry stepped into it.

He screamed, and then his parchment slipped out of his hand and drifted to the bottom of the stairs.

He almost subconsciously wanted to go and retrieve it.

But.

Snape!

Snape came down from upstairs.

He looked suspiciously at the scene around him, and then he seemed to think of something and started touching around, as if he wanted to catch a non-existent person.

"Harry Potter, I know you are here, you are definitely up to no good!"

He said sternly.

Harry was on the verge of tears.

He looked at his leg that was stuck, looked at the parchment drifting at the stairs, looked at Snape who was about to approach him, and only felt cold with anger.

When would he be able to stand up?

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