Chapter 95： Streaked death (1/2)

Evan pulled Hermione and panted back to the Gryffindor common room.

Although the time is already late, the public lounge is very lively.

Everyone did not go to sleep, they were discussing the dementors attack in the Quidditch venue.

Gryffindor lost the game, everyone is very upset, but in addition to the Quidditch players and a few **** fans, most people put this matter behind their heads.

Anyway, as long as it is not lost to Slytherin, losing to Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff is not a particularly unacceptable thing.

Now, they are more interested in communicating with each other how to cast a patron saint, and several students who cast a complete physical guardian curse are surrounded by people. For example, Percy, he is proud to show off his patron saint to a dozen lower-level students.

When Ai Wen and Hermione just entered, they were warmly welcomed.

The atmosphere at the scene reached its peak. Everyone surrounded them in the center and asked for the use of the guardian demon.

Especially Ai Wen, many girls want to see his patron again.

Everyone is very excited, except for Ron.

He saw that Evan and Hermione were welcome, and it seemed even more unhappy. He stared at the two men for a long time before they turned back to the dormitory with a sullen face.

In the next second, everyone heard a shout from the male dormitory building.

The atmosphere was stagnation, no one spoke in the entire public restroom, and everyone stared at the door with fear. The hurried footsteps were getting louder and louder, and then Ron jumped into everyone's eyes and covered a sheet of paper with him.

”Look, look at this, take a look!” He growled and strode to Hermione, shaking the sheets in front of her.

”Ron, what are you looking at?” Hermione said confusedly.

”Spot, look, streaky!” Ron rudely stretched the sheets to Hermione's eyes.

Hermione avoided Ron and was completely at a loss.

Ai Wen looked at the sheet that Ron was holding, with some red things on it. It looks terrible, like...

”Blood!” Ron yelled in everyone's panic silence. ”It's dead! Do you know what else is on the floor?”

”No, don't know.” Hermione's voice was shaking.

Ron threw something in front of Hermione, and everyone leaned forward, and they saw a long piece of **** cat hair scattered on the floor.

”Ron, a few cat hairs can't explain anything. You should go to the bottom of all the boys' beds to find spots, maybe...” Hermione said palely.

”Enough!” Ron shouted, scaring everyone away. ”I'm fed up with you, Hermione! You have always been like this, never taking the idea of ​​Crookshane to eat.” When it’s the same thing, I’m never willing to bother to observe the Crook Mountain. The streaks are now dead, and you are still pretending to think that Crookshan is innocent!”

”These cat hairs may have been there since the beginning of school. You have been prejudiced since Crouch Hill jumped into your head in that magical animal store,” Hermione said stubbornly.

”Prejudice?!” Ron waved his arm in madness. ”The monster, it jumped over my head, it ate, I want to praise it right?!”