Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

To be honest, Hema thought that something unexpected would happen, but did not expect it to come so fast, whether it was someone who was victimized in advance, or Mrs. Lorris repeated the same mistake!

This has something to do with him. After all, there is no wind or waves. Without him, this butterfly must have developed normally!

Hema's momentum makes the students around him very frightened, just like a beast standing beside him, who will pounce on him at any time to kill them!

At this moment, Dumbledore walked over with Professor Snape and McGonagall, first glanced at Hema, and then looked at one person and one cat on the ground.

"Everyone, this matter has nothing to do with Mr. Hema Aibo, we will naturally investigate it! Moreover, Mrs. Loris and Mr. Kahn are not dead, they are just petrified!"

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

Dumbledore said in a low voice, under the blessing of the spell, it appeared extra bright, the students around him heard that they were only petrified, and their fears were all dissipated.

So, under the arrangement of the head teacher and other teachers, they all retreated one after another. Only Harry and Ron kept looking at Hema.

"Mr. Weasley and Mr. Porter, please go back first and give it to us, we will investigate it!"

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

"Well, Hema, I believe you won't hurt others! You are a brave and kind person!" Finally Harry yelled at Hema and was pulled away by Ron.

Hema looked at Harry's back and smiled slightly. The anger in his heart dissipated a little. He actually didn't know why he had barely controlled his emotions.

But looking at the wall next to him with his fist hammer, he also seems to understand that the creature like dragon is not so kind.

"Hema, come with me, I believe you will have a good explanation." Dumbledore took off his eyes more and more and wiped them carefully.

"I get it...Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, good night." Hema nodded slightly at the two, and then followed Dumbledore towards the principal's office.

Madam Pomfrey also rushed over to help send the Hitchpuff's little wizard to the school hospital. At the end of the scene, only Snape, McGonagall, and Filch were left.

"Argus, you can rest assured that as long as the Mandela grass is mature, you can dissolve the petrification of Mr. Kahn and Mrs. Loris by preparing a potion."

Professor McGonagall looked at the grieving Filch to persuade, but Filch still kept talking about Hema's name.

"But he is him, and at noon I don't know what to feed Mrs. Lorris, and then it looks like this!"

"..." Professor McGonagall also knew that he couldn't explain it now. "Argus, do you believe in Dumbledore? If you believe it, then there will be no problem."

The next Snape heard Professor McGonagall talking, without knowing what he was thinking in his head, and his deep eyes were like a pool of backwaters.

"Then I will go back first, Professor McGonagall."

"Severus, remember to have a good chat with Albus." Although Professor McGonagall didn't explain, he also saw Snape's idea of ​​going to the principal's office.

"I know."

Watching Snape's figure drift away, Mileva couldn't help but smile. No matter what his appearance was, the child was saved by the three of us after all.

Hema didn't know the relationship between the three and him. Now he was sitting at Dumbledore's desk, eating a piece of cake.

Although he didn't like to eat sweet things, after all, he didn't eat at night, and suddenly felt that the cake had become really fragrant.

"Herma,

"Woo~ Um... Well, although Lockhart told me what Hermione was going to do, he couldn't send him a suspicion."

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

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

Hemasai took the last bite of the cake and held out his hand, which was covered with a touch of red, 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 and all of Hagrid's chickens were dead. What this shows is already clear."

"This petrified creature is afraid of chickens or... some of the characteristics of chickens." Dumbledore looked at Hema's bulging cheeks, and he already had an answer in his heart.

"Old Dengtou, are you familiar with the Chamber of Secrets?"

"The Chamber of Secrets? It's not familiar, but since it's Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, leave it to the Slytherin, Severus~"

As soon as Hema looked back, Snape's hooked nose came into his eyes, and the other party didn't say anything, so he sat aside casually.

"The Basilisk is not easy to deal with. If it's really a Basilisk, I'm afraid I still need your help." Snape glanced at Dumbledore.

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

"No, Severus, unity is also a condition for defeating each other. Even if it is a mysterious person, even if you don't trust anyone, you don't need to pull the dark banner."

Hema beside him also heard that Old Dengtou didn't seem to intend to destroy the basilisk, but handed it to Snape, and emphasized unity. What did it mean, he had a bad hunch!

"So, Severus, I'll leave it 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, sincerely... pulling our little wizard into the water was fine!

"Then I know, then I'll go first, about Mr. Aibo's question..." After Snape heard this, he stood up and planned to leave, but suddenly remembered the matter of Hema.

"Severus, I will arrange this tomorrow morning." Finally, Dumbledore said nothing and waved his hand.

Then Snape left, and Hema picked up the cup next to it and started to drink. However, compared to the various drinks of the previous life, the food is quite monotonous.

"Mr. Hema, were you just too impulsive just now."

"Ok?"

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

"Old Deng head, don't be fooled by me! But you know my situation. That's the power of the dragon affecting me... Moreover, even if I didn't explain, I would be considered a bad guy."

After all, he showed his strength from the beginning of school, and then conflicted with the upper grades. He also sneered Lockhart in the classroom. He is now a little stinky.

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

Dumbledore's eyes flickered, his expression slightly more serious, and Hema knew that the other party should think of Tom Riddle, that is, Voldemort.

"Well~ Then, before the matter is resolved, please ask Mr. Hema to be shameless for some days, which can be regarded as a punishment for your violation of school rules."

"Er... Lao Deng's head... you are sitting every day, is your shoulder sore, I will pinch you!"