Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

To be honest, Hema thought that something unexpected would happen, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon, no matter if someone was killed in advance, or Mrs. Norris made the same mistake again!

This must have something to do with him. After all, there is no wind without waves. Without him as a butterfly, the original work must have developed normally!

Hema's aura made the surrounding students very scared, like a wild beast standing beside him, ready to pounce on them and bite them to death at any moment!

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

"Everyone, we will investigate whether this matter has anything to do with Mr. Hema Abbott! Besides, Mrs. Norris and Mr. Kahn are not dead, they were just petrified!"

"So, all prefects, please take the students of your own colleges back to the lounge. The evening class will be suspended once today, so let's have a good rest."

Dumbledore said in a low voice, under the blessing of the spell, it was extra loud, and the students around heard that they were only petrified, and their fear dissipated a little.

So, under the arrangement of the prefect and other teachers, they also retreated one by one. Only Harry and Ron kept looking at Hema.

"Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter, you should go back first, leave it to us, and we will investigate clearly!"

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

"Well, Hema, I'm sure you won't hurt others! You are a brave and kind person!" Harry finally yelled at Hema, and was dragged away by Ron.

Hema looked at Harry's back, and also smiled slightly, the anger in his heart dissipated a bit, and he actually didn't know why he almost couldn't control his emotions just now.

But looking at the wall next to him hammered away with his fist, he seemed to understand a little bit that creatures like dragons are not so kind.

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

"I see...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 Hufflepuff's little wizard to the school hospital. In the end, only Snape, McGonagall, and Filch were left on the scene.

"Argus, don't worry, as long as the mandrake is mature, the potion can be prepared to undo the petrification of Mr. Kahn and Mrs. Norris."

Professor McGonagall looked at Filch with a sad face and persuaded him, but Filch kept chanting Hema's name.

"But he's who he is, feeding Mrs. Norris something at noon, and then it's like this!"

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

Snape next to him heard Professor McGonagall talking, he didn't know what was going on in his head, his deep eyes were like a pool of stagnant water without any fluctuations.

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

"Severus, remember to have a good chat with Albus." Although Professor McGonagall did not explain, he could see Snape's desire to go to the principal's office.

"I see."

Minerva watched Snape's figure fade away, and couldn't help showing a smile. No matter what he looked like, the child was finally saved by the three of us together.

Hema didn't know the relationship between the three of them and him, and now he was sitting at Dumbledore's desk, eating one piece of snack after another.

Although he doesn't like to eat sweet things, after all he didn't eat at night, he suddenly felt that the cake became really delicious.

"Hema,

According to what you said, Mr. Lockhart should be fine now? "

"Uuuuh... well, even though Lockhart told me what Hermione was going to do, I can't make him a suspect."

"But what do you think controls them, My-Know-Who or something else?"

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

Hema stuffed the last bite of the cake and stretched out his hand. There was a touch of red on it, which was wiped off the wall on purpose when he left.

"you mean?"

"It should be chicken blood. In the morning, Harry and I went to Hagrid's place. All the chickens raised by Hagrid died. It is very clear what this means."

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

"Old Dengtou, are you familiar with the secret room?"

"The Chamber of Secrets? Familiar or not, but since it's a Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, leave it to the Slytherins, Severus~"

As soon as Hema turned her head, Snape's hooked nose came into view, and the other party didn't say anything, just sat aside casually.

"The basilisk is not easy to deal with. If it is 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 something again, "Then I don't need others."

"No, no, Severus, unity is also a condition for defeating the opponent. Even if the mysterious person doesn't trust anyone, he still needs to raise the banner of darkness."

Hema next to him also heard that Old Deng didn't seem to intend to take action to destroy the basilisk, but handed it over to Snape, and also emphasized unity. What does this mean? He has a bad feeling!

"So, Severus, I will leave it to you and Mr. Hema this time. Of course, I can also find some other help, such as..."

Dumbledore glanced at Hema, and Hema suddenly thought of Harry and Ron, this old Deng, really... It's okay to drag our little wizard into the water!

"Then I see, then I'll go first, about Mr. Abbott's question..." After hearing this, Snape stood up and planned to leave, but suddenly remembered about Hema.

"Severus, I will arrange this tomorrow morning." In the end, Dumbledore waved his hand without saying anything.

After Snape left, Hema picked up the cup next to her again and began to drink, but compared to the variety of drinks in her previous life, the food now is quite monotonous.

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

"Um?"

"You should explain it to other people, not let the anger go to your head."

"Old Dengtou, don't fool me! You know my situation. It was the power of the dragon that affected me... Besides, even if I didn't explain it at the time, I would be considered a bad person."

After all, from showing his strength at the beginning of school, to the conflict with the seniors, and to 'ridiculing' Lockhart in class, he has a bit of a bad reputation now.

"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, and his expression became slightly serious. Hema knew that the other party should be thinking about Tom Riddle, that is, about Voldemort.

"Well, if this is the case, before the matter is resolved, please ask Mr. Hema to be a black face for a few more days. It is a punishment for your violation of school rules."

"Uh...Old Dengtou...you sit every day, do your shoulders feel sore, let me give you a squeeze!"