v2 Chapter 1506： If this is not love (1/2)

Avon is going to Hermione and Elaine’s bedroom to prepare milk for Elaine. Hermione seems to have something to say to him...

But he is really sleepy, just let them both toss.

Ai Wen made up his mind. After a while, he didn’t go anywhere on Hermione’s bed.

In the common room, Harry looked helplessly as the cat became a cat, and Hermione and Elaine were holding away, sympathizing with his next encounter.

Girl bedroom, what can a black cat and two girls do? Ai Wen should not stay there for the night...

can you? Shouldn't it?

Harry was in a mess, he didn't want to sleep, and he finally decided to stay and wait for a while.

He sat by the fireplace and stared at the ash that was about to burn out. He thought about the situation that Avon was currently suffering, and then his thoughts turned back to the conversation. Dumbledore had a fight with Snape, though He kept saying that he completely trusted Snape, but he still lost his temper with Snape, and felt that Snape did not try to investigate Slytherin...

To be more precise, I did not try to investigate Draco Malfoy.

Even Ai Weng acknowledged that Malfoy was the murderer of the two attacks, and that must be what he did.

Thinking about the Snape Christmas Ball and Malfoy’s conversation, his attitude towards Malfoy was extremely conniving. Don’t talk about the investigation. He even wants to help Malfoy. They are just a group of people, all eating and drinking. only.

Harry felt that Dumbledore might have been deceived by Snape. Although this possibility is very low, or he knows it, he just doesn't want Harry to do stupid things. He is afraid that Harry will intervene when he intervenes. What did Harry suspect was out of nothing?

As Ai Wen just asked, let Harry do nothing...

Harry couldn't understand it. If it was certain that Malfoy was doing these things, why didn't he catch him right away?

He changed his mind. Dumbledore might not want him to distract from class or delay the real memory from Slughorn, or Dumbledore might not think he should be told to a 16-year-old student. Suspicion of the instructor...

”You are here, Potter!”

Harry jumped in shock and picked up his wand.

He had thought that there was no one in the lounge, and he did not expect to suddenly have a huge figure from the far seat.

Harry took a closer look and was Khao McLaren.

”I have been waiting for you to come back!” McLaggen said, ignoring the wand that Harry had pulled out. ”There was a nap. I saw them carrying Weasley to the school hospital. It looks like he Can't participate in next week's game, isn't it?”

game? It took Harry a while to understand what he was talking about.

”Oh, yes, Quidditch!” He inserted his wand back into the belt of his jeans and rubbed his hair exhausted.

He didn't even think that someone would talk to him about Quidditch at this time, and McLaggan's obsession was deep...

”Yeah, he may not be able to go.” Harry said helplessly. ”He needs to rest for a while.”

”Then should be my goalkeeper, isn't it?” McLaggan asked urgently.

”Ah?” said Harry. ”Oh, yeah, if there are no other more suitable candidates, I think it is you...”