Chapter 20

To tell you the truth, HEMA thought something unexpected would happen, but she didn't expect it to come so soon, whether someone was injured in advance or Mrs. Loris repeated it!

This must have something to do with him. After all, there is no wave without wind. Without him, the original work must develop normally!

HEMA's momentum frightened the students around him. It was like a beast standing next to him and would attack them at any time!

Just then, Dumbledore came over with Snape and Professor McGonagall, first looked at HEMA, and then looked at a man and a cat on the ground.

"Everyone, we will naturally investigate whether this matter has anything to do with Mr. HEMA Aibo! Besides, Mrs. Loris and Mr. Kahn are not dead. They are just petrified! "

"So, please take the students of your college back to the lounge. The evening class will be suspended today and have a good rest."

Dumbledore said in a low voice. Under the blessing of the magic spell, it seemed extra loud. The students around heard that it was just petrified, and the fear dissipated a little.

So, under the arrangement of the prefect and other teachers, they all withdrew in turn. Only Harry and Ron kept looking at HEMA.

"Mr. Weasley and Mr. Porter, you go back first. Give it to us and we'll find out!"

Professor McGonagall patted Harry on the shoulder, and Ron pulled Harry's clothes. "Harry, I believe in HEMA, so let's go back and wait for the news."

"Well, HEMA, I'm sure you won't hurt anyone else! You are a brave and kind man! " Finally Harry shouted at HEMA and was pulled away by Ron.

HEMA looked at Harry's back and smiled. The anger in his heart dissipated. In fact, he didn't know why he almost couldn't control his emotions.

But looking at the wall next to him, which he hammered open with his fist, he seemed to understand that the dragon was not such a kind creature.

"HEMA, come with me. I'm sure you'll have a good explanation." Dumbley took off his eyes and wiped them carefully.

"I see... Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, good night." HEMA nodded slightly at them and followed Dumbledore towards the headmaster's office.

Mrs. Pomfrey also rushed over and helped to take Hufflepuff's little wizard to the school hospital. Finally, only Snape, MEG and filch were left at the scene.

"Argus, don't worry. As long as Mandela grass is mature and a medicine is prepared, it can solve the fossilization of Mr. Strauss Kahn and Mrs. loris."

Professor McGonagall looked at filch with a sad face to persuade him, but filch still kept talking about HEMA's name.

"But he is him. I don't know what he fed Mrs. Loris at noon, and then it looked like this!"

"..." Professor McGonagall knew he couldn't tell now. "Argus, do you believe Dumbledore? If you believe it, everything will be fine. "

Snape next to him heard Professor McGonagall talking. He didn't know what he was thinking. His deep eyes were like a pool of stagnant water without fluctuation.

"Then I'll go back first, Professor McGonagall."

"Severus, remember to talk to albus." Although Professor McGonagall did not explain, he also saw Snape's idea of going to the principal's office.

"I see."

Mileva watched Snape's figure fade away and couldn't help smiling. No matter what his surface was, the child was saved by the three of us.

HEMA doesn't know the relationship between the three people and him. Now he is sitting at Dumbledore's desk, eating snacks one by one.

Although he didn't like sweet things, he didn't eat at night. Suddenly, he felt that the cake became really fragrant.

"HEMA, as you said, shouldn't Mr. Lockhart be all right?"

"Woo ~ er... Well, although Lockhart told me about Hermione's action, he can't be suspected."

"But what do you think controls them, mysterious people or others?"

"I don't know, but I know this better."

Hemase took the last bite of the cake and held out his hand. There was a touch of light red on it, which he deliberately wiped off the wall when he left.

"What do you mean?"

"This should be chicken blood. In the morning, Harry and I went to Hagrid's place. All Hagrid's chickens died. What does this mean? It's very clear."

"This petrified creature is afraid of chickens or... Some... Characteristics of chickens." Dumbledore looked at HEMA's bulging cheeks and had the answer in his heart.

"Old Deng tou, are you familiar with the secret room?"

"Chamber of secrets? I'm not familiar with it, but since it's Slytherin's secret room, give it to Slytherin's people, Severus ~ "

As soon as HEMA looked back, Snape's hooked nose came into view. The other party didn't say anything and sat aside at will.

"Snake monsters are hard to deal with. If they are really snake monsters, I'm afraid I need your help." Snape glanced at Dumbledore.

But as Dumbledore took off his eyes again, he seemed to understand what "I don't need anyone else."

"No, no, Severus, unity is also a condition for defeating each other. Even mysterious people, even if they don't trust anyone, they don't need to pull up the banner of darkness."

HEMA next to him also heard that old Deng tou didn't seem to want to kill the snake monster, but handed it to Snape and emphasized unity. What does that mean? He had a bad hunch!

"So, Severus, it's up to you and Mr. HEMA this time. Of course, you can also find some other help, such as..."

Dumbledore glanced at HEMA, and HEMA suddenly thought of Harry and Ron. This old Deng head really... It's OK to pull our little wizard into the water!

"Then I know. I'll go first. About Mr. Aibo..." snape stood up and planned to leave, but suddenly remembered HEMA.

"Severus, I'll make arrangements for this tomorrow morning." At last Dumbledore said nothing more and waved his hand.

Then Snape left, and HEMA picked up the next cup again and began to drink. However, compared with a variety of drinks in previous lives, the food is very monotonous now.

"Mr. HEMA, were you too aggressive just now?"

"Huh?"

"You should explain to others, not let your anger overwhelm your reason."

"Old Deng, don't deceive me! You know my situation. It's the power of the dragon that influenced me... Besides, even if I didn't explain, I would be considered a bad person. "

After all, he showed his strength at the beginning of school, then clashed with senior students, and "ridiculed" Lockhart in class. Now he has a bad reputation.

"But that's not the reason. No matter how powerful the power is, it needs to be controlled, not controlled by it."

Dumbledore's eyes flickered and his expression was a little serious. HEMA knew that the other party should think of Tom Riddle, that is, Voldemort.

"Well, in that case, before the matter is settled, please ask Mr. HEMA to be a black face for more days. It can be regarded as a punishment for your violation of the school rules."

"Er... Lao Deng's head... You sit every day. Are your shoulders sour? I'll pinch it for you!"