Chapter 208: Crisis

"She didn't even tell you guys, no wonder..."

Luo En said to those girls, at this time they were struggling to walk through the crowded corridor.

"If you lived with her, you would know, she is like a nightmare."

A golden-haired Gryffindor girl said angrily.

At this time someone bumped into Harry, and walked past them in a hurry.

It was Hermione.

Harry caught a glimpse of her face—he was surprised to find she was shedding tears.

"I think she heard what you said."

Harry felt very uncomfortable ever since those girls said mean things.

At this time even Luo En was somewhat stunned.

"So what?"

Those girls said, but also showed a trace of unease,

"I think she must have noticed, she doesn't have a single friend!"

Wan Shengjie is indeed very interesting,

Especially knowing that Luo En and the others are unlikely to have a conflict with Hermione.

Sean entered the Great Hall and saw the colorful Wan Shengjie decorations—a thousand bats were flapping their wings on the walls and ceiling, and another thousand were circling and dancing above the dining table like a cluster of low clouds, making the candle flames in the pumpkins flicker.

The golden plates were served with many desserts first, just like at the opening feast.

Sean sat at the remote long table of Ravenclaw, waiting for Hermione, Jia Siting, and Neville.

At this time he saw Professor Professor Professor Qiluo walk out of the Great Hall. He was trembling, his steps were fast, as if he was going to deal with homework or something.

Usually he often forgot what to do like this, and then left in a hurry.

At the teacher's table, Professor Snape was coldly watching him leave.

Of course, there was another pair of eyes under the teacher's table.

Neville had already taken his seat, Jia Siting Sean knew he was busy in the kitchen, but what about Hermione?

Sean scanned the long table, he was sure Hermione was not in the Great Hall.

At this time a group of ghosts were coming out from under the Great Hall, passing through here.

They were discussing the deliciousness of lunch, including maggots, rotten fish, burnt cakes, and moldy cheese, etc.

In the magical world, after people die, they might become ghosts, and ghosts also lose many pleasures of the living, such as eating,

But if the food is in a state of extreme decay, when the living are about to be smoked out, ghosts can taste these things.

Therefore, under the Great Hall of Hogwarts, there are often ghost gatherings.

Behind these passing ghosts were two people Sean didn't expect.

"Sean, we came to find you because..."

Luo En walked over in a hurry, and halfway through, he didn't know how to speak.

"Hermione is very sad because when Luo En asked those Gryffindor girls about the notes, they said a lot of mean things."

Harry didn't distort the facts and said word by word.

"We are very sorry, we have been looking for her, finally learned that Hermione has a relatively good relationship with Parvati Patil, but..."

"Parvati Patil kept ignoring us, and didn't want to tell us where Hermione went."

"I know."

Sean nodded,

"This has nothing to do with you, Harry, and Luo En, thank you for telling me this news, I will go find her."

Harry and Luo En were somewhat uneasy, but after hearing Sean's words, they let out a long sigh of relief.

Especially when Sean said he would handle it, Harry and Luo En's worries vanished instantly, as if when Sean finished this sentence, Hermione had already appeared in the Great Hall.

But perhaps only Sean knew that everything wouldn't be that simple.

Whether it was the wonderful fate correction force or some other reason, Hermione still didn't come to attend the banquet.

What worried Sean even more was, if Hermione wasn't in the original bathroom, but chose another corner or some other place, where would the direction of things shift?

Finding Parvati Patil became Sean's only thought.

At the Gryffindor long table, Sean's steps were swift, and he found the surprised Parvati Patil without any effort.

"Excuse me, but I would like to ask..."

Before Sean could finish speaking, Patil covered her mouth in surprise, and a circle of young wizards around her looked over.

"Of course, I know what you want to ask... Mr. Green, Hermione is crying sadly in the girls' bathroom... and won't let others comfort her."

Parvati Patil emphasized the word "others" heavily.

"Can you tell me exactly where?"

Sean breathed a sigh of relief, his tone gentle and firm.

"I'd be happy to, it's in the fourth-floor bathroom."

Parvati Patil was very enthusiastic.

Neville on the side also wanted to go together, but Sean only used one sentence to make him stay in place.

"If both of us go, then who will tell Jia Siting who is looking for people everywhere?"

Just like that, Sean left the Great Hall alone.

Neville was still at a loss, until—

Professor Professor Professor Qiluo suddenly rushed into the Great Hall, his large turban crooked on his head, his face full of horror.

Everyone stared at him, only to see him walk to Professor Dumbledore's chair, lean on the table, and say panting:

"Troll—in the dungeon—thought you should know."

After speaking, he fell to the floor and fainted. The Great Hall was in a mess.

Professor Dumbledore had to make several purple fireworks explode from the tip of his wand before everyone calmed down.