Chapter 112 (1/2)

”I'm hungry I want to eat... ”

A sudden voice came out of Harry's mind. It was a familiar voice that Harry had heard before.

”Blood I smell fresh... ”

Harry shook his head, as if to drive the sound out of his mind, but it didn't help.

”What's the matter, Harry!” It seems strange that van Lin noticed Harry's change.

”That voice, that voice is ringing again, can't you hear it?” Harry asked Vaseline in a low voice, which made it difficult for Harry to talk about it because of Laura's presence.

”If you mean Sir Nicholas, I think you can hear it clearly even at the party.” Fanlin replied disapprovingly.

”No It's not that, as I said the other day, the voice that appeared in gidrow Lockhart's office. ” Harry is very irritable at this time, it seems that the sound will torture Harry unclear.

”No, he's going to kill I heard the hunger and thirst in his words, ”Harry suddenly woke up,” let's go, van Lin... ”

”Harry...” Van Lin looked at Harry, who suddenly changed his face and ran out. He also felt vaguely that something bad was going to happen.

”Sorry...” ”Harry is not feeling well. We won't be here for Sir Nicholas's dinner. If we have a chance, we'll continue.”

Forced to smile at Laura, Laura's face seems to be even more pale, Laura gently shook her head, indicating that it's OK, Fanlin can't wait to pull Hermione and Ron to chase Harry out.

”Why Now Vaseline, ”Hermione gasped,” Harry, why Suddenly he ran out

”I don't know.” But something bad must have happened. We can't let Harry go alone

”Poineme!”

Following the wand's guidance, the three of them kept walking through the hallway of Hogwarts. Due to the delay, Harry's trace had long been invisible, but he could only follow the wand's instructions.

Along the way, van Lin didn't hear the voice of Harry trying to kill people, but with their footsteps, a sound of stepping on the water echoed in the Hogwarts corridor.

”Drainage system Thoroughly Is it broken? ” Ron was wiping his face splashed with water and make complaints about it.

Unconsciously, the water under their feet became thicker and thicker, about half an inch high.

”Harry!” Van Lim yelled, and as soon as he turned a corner, he saw Harry standing beside a wall in a daze.

But it was soon clear to Fanling what Harry was looking at.

On the wall of the two windows, the words the size of the sole of a foot, which was smeared on it, shimmered in the flickering light of the torches.

I don't know who wrote the letter. Although Fanlin hoped that it was red paint, the bloody air in the air told him that it must be something's blood.

The letters have turned dark red, and they seem to have been written for a while, but it should not be too long. Some blood is still flowing down the wall.