Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

Mo Bai's return was like a drop of water flowing into the sea, without a single wave.

Even some Gryffindor students didn't find anything wrong with Mobai's disappearance for three days. After all, in Hogwarts, anything magical happens, doesn't it?

The appearance of the monster in the Chamber of Secrets did not shake the group of young wizards. They were more keen to discuss whether the famous "savior" of Harry Potter was the descendant of Slytherin.

In a classroom, the little wizards of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are sitting together doing their homework.

Ron was full of confusion, "Oh my God, Professor McGonagall is absolutely crazy! How can it be possible to fill a twenty-inch parchment paper!"

Hermione gave him a supercilious look, holding a quill pen and writing quickly on the parchment with a serious face.

"Who told you not to listen carefully in class, you have already said it."

He scratched his red hair in pain, "If I can listen, why should I be in such pain."

"Tch, you see clearly, they are all boys, why is there such a big gap?"

Next to him, Mobai was sitting upright behind the table, and was also writing on the parchment. Hearing this, he smiled at Hermione, and continued to write vigorously.

"Tch, do you have any flaws in your heart?"

Ron complained sourly, scratched his red hair again, and immersed himself in writing strokes on the parchment, trying to make his writing bigger and take up more space.

And Harry sat next to him, shifting from time to time, as if there was a nail on the bench under his hip.

Hermione glanced at him, "Harry, what's wrong with you? You can't write either."

Harry forced a smile, "Yeah..."

He tried his best to focus on the homework in front of him, but the strange eyes from Hufflepuff always made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

"Well... I'll go back first, and I'll see you in the lounge later."

Harry really couldn't stand the suspicious eyes around him, he got up and packed his things, preparing to leave this place that made him feel a little suffocated.

"and many more."

Harry looked up and met Mobai's gaze.

"It's not you who should go."

Mo Bai calmly put down the quill, stood up straight, and looked at the long table that belonged to Hufflepuff.

"I don't know what the Hufflepuffs have to say about Harry Potter. You might as well put it forward boldly. It's not right to just make wild guesses later on, isn't it?"

Harry looked at Mo Bai in surprise, "Bai, what are you doing?"

He was stunned and moved now, he didn't expect Mo Bai to see the reason for his uneasiness, and when most of them felt that he was the culprit, he was willing to stand up for him.

As soon as this remark came out, most people in Hufflepuff avoided Mo Bai's sight.

They also knew Mo Bai. After all, Mo Bai was a teaching assistant in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was available from the first to the seventh grades.

So not only the second-year wizards of Gryffindor and Slytherin, but now all the students in the school are deeply impressed by this student who has just entered the second year and became a teacher assistant.

The main reason is that compared with Lockhart, everyone looks much better.

Especially when Mobai is already excellent.

But there are also those who don't like Mo Bai's set. A boy stood up and looked directly into Mo Bai's eyes.

"Well, I want to ask him why he attacked Justin from our academy."

Justin was the unlucky ghost who was petrified by the monster in the secret room a few days ago.

"I do not have!"

Harry stood up, retorting loudly.

"Then why was Justin attacked that night just after he introduced him to you as a half-blood wizard? And you were still there?"

Harry hesitated, not knowing how to respond.

"Also," the boy said unforgivingly, "You are still a Parseltongue. We all know that this is the sign of a dark wizard. I have never heard of a decent wizard who can talk to a snake."

"I'm going to tell you some common knowledge," the boy curled up his mouth, obviously very confident in his words.

"It is said that the owner of the Chamber of Secrets, Slytherin himself, is a Parseltongue."

This is also the most difficult point for Harry Potter to justify. He pursed his lips, and he began to wonder if he really did something without knowing it.

Like... sleepwalking?
Seeing the unconfident expression on Harry's face, the boy's face became even more "rampant".

"Harry Potter, how dare you say that you are not the heir to the Chamber of Secrets?"

"But……"

At this time, a weak voice sounded, "Harry has always been kind..."

Everyone looked, but found that the voice actually came from Hufflepuff's long table, a blond girl lowered her head slightly.

"And he made the mysterious man disappear, didn't he?"

As soon as the name of the mysterious man came out, the young wizards were in a commotion. After all, Voldemort impressed them more than Grindelwald's long-standing dark wizard, and some of the young wizard's family members were even persecuted by the other party.

For example, Neville, who was sitting on the sidelines, had a very bad face. His parents were persecuted by Voldemort, and a female Death Eater named Bella tortured them to the point of insanity with the Cruciatus Curse.

He is still being treated in the hospital until now.

Seeing that everyone was shaken, the man snorted.

"Maybe the mysterious man wanted to kill Harry Potter, maybe it was because of this,"

He nodded resolutely, "He doesn't want anyone to take his Harry Potter seat."

Everyone was in an uproar and looked at Harry.

With everyone's attention focused on him, his face became more and more ugly.

The main thing is that what the other party said is indeed very reasonable.

"Student, are you finished?"

While everyone was in doubt, Mo Bai's indifferent voice sounded unhurriedly.

"You have said so much, I want to ask you."

The young man casually played with a quill with one hand, and the little wizard was surprised to see that the quill was ten centimeters away from his fingertips, fluttering up and down with the movement of his fingers, as if pulled by an invisible thread.

"What you said is the evidence that Harry is the descendant of the Chamber of Secrets. Is there any personal or physical evidence?"

Without thinking, the boy said, "Of course, he can speak Parseltongue just like Slytherin!"

"A person who can speak Parseltongue is the heir to the Chamber of Secrets?"

Mo Bai's tone was serious, and the quill at his fingertips suddenly flew into the air, stabbing straight at the boy's face at an extremely fast speed!

Everyone exclaimed, and even some timid girls closed their eyes, lest they see the bloody scene.

The cold sweat on the boy's face instantly covered his forehead, and the quill was suspended within five centimeters in front of him, with the tip facing his eyes.

At that moment, he really thought that he was going to be pierced in the head by a quill.

"You think Harry is the Heir of the Chamber of Secrets because he has something in common with Slytherin?"

The boy was frightened by the quill, and his three souls were separated from his body, and he answered instinctively when he heard the other party's question.

"Yes... yes."

With a twist of Mo Bai's fingertips, the quill obediently returned to his hand.

"According to your argument, the commonality with Slytherin is the words of the Heir to the Chamber of Secrets..."

"Everyone in Slytherin is suspect, aren't they?"