Chapter 489 Gradually losing control

Chapter 489 Gradually losing control
Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, his face so gloomy that ink could almost drip out of it.

Just now, when Ron and Hermione went to show the first-year students the way and he left the hall alone, people kept staring at him all the time. They whispered and pointed at Harry, as if he were some rare and inexplicable thing. Of course, anyone who read the Daily Prophet would think that Harry was a babbling psychopath, because that was how he was described in the newspaper.

"Hi, Harry--" At this time someone behind him greeted him cheerfully.

Harry looked back and saw two boys. The one who was talking was dark-skinned and was a Gryffindor classmate named Dean Thomas. Standing next to him was Dean's best friend, Seamus Finnigan. He had a sullen expression on his face and was unwilling to look Harry in the eye.

Harry felt a twinge of pain. Seamus looked just like the other students staring at him from downstairs.

"Did you have a good summer?" Dean said.

"It's OK." Harry responded vaguely. If he were to tell the whole story of his summer vacation, he would probably not be able to finish it until the middle of the night. He didn't have the energy to do so. "What about you?"

"Oh, that's fine," said Dean, laughing softly. "Better than Seamus, anyway. That's what he was just telling me."

"Hello, Seamus." Harry asked casually as he saw Seamus Finnigan standing there motionless.

Seamus didn't answer immediately. He looked Harry up and down, then his eyes drifted to the other side. His voice seemed to float directly from his throat, "My mother didn't want me to come."

"She doesn't want me to go back to Hogwarts." Seamus and Harry looked at each other, and Harry felt as if a flame was burning in his heart.

"Your mother doesn't want you to go back to Hogwarts? Why?" Harry saw the look clearly, which was like a needle piercing his heart. He could almost foresee Seamus' answer. His thoughts were no different from those of the students downstairs who looked at him with speculative and suspicious eyes.

"I think... it's probably because of you." Seamus said, choosing his words carefully.

"I think I understand what you mean." Harry was unusually calm. After a turbulent summer vacation, he seemed to be in a different mood. He raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth, and asked sarcastically, "She must have read the Daily Prophet? She thinks I'm a liar and Dumbledore is old and confused, right?"

Seamus looked up at him, and seemed a little dissatisfied with Harry's sneer. He frowned and nodded, "Yeah, that's probably what you mean."

"Ha, then why did you come?" Harry smiled sarcastically again. This time he was too lazy to say anything more to Seamus. He turned around and was about to leave the common room and return to the dormitory.

But before he could do so, Seamus spoke up: "So, what happened that night... Did you fight for the Triwizard Cup..."

"What on earth do you want to say?" Harry turned around angrily. This time he could no longer keep his expression on his face. He felt tired. Being a person who was always stared at and judged by others really made him feel tired and tired. No one of them would understand, even if they only understood a little bit, what it felt like to have so many things happen to one person...

"Since you have learned everything you need to know from your mother," Harry said coldly, with viciousness flashing in his eyes from time to time, "Why not read the Daily Prophet like your mother? It will tell you everything you need to know."

"Don't you dare say anything about my mother!" Seamus said angrily.

The common room was quiet and peaceful a second ago, but now it suddenly became tense. Fred and George stood up from the sofa. Dean Thomas tried to say something, but couldn't get a word in.

"What? Didn't your mother say I was a liar?"

"Hey, calm down, guys, what's going on?" George tried to mediate the conflict, but was ignored.

"Don't talk to me like that! I don't allow you to mention my mother again - Potter!" Seamus raised his fists and roared angrily, but Harry seemed unusually calm. He found that he had really changed a lot.

He simply calmly grabbed the wand from his robe pocket and pointed it at Seamus Finnigan. "Hey, calm down, Harry--" Fred tried to calm Harry.

But Harry didn't think he was impulsive at all. He was very calm. Several evil curses and poison spells flashed through his mind. He looked into Seamus' eyes without any hesitation. If he said one more word, he would knock him down.

"Come on, you lunatic - do you know - you're completely crazy! How dare you point your wand at me -" Seamus raised his fist and rushed towards Harry. Dean wanted to reach out and grab him but missed.

"Seamus!" he shouted, but could only watch Seamus pounce on Harry. Then there was a flash of red light, and everyone realized that something was wrong.

Simo was hit head-on by a huge truck. He flew backwards without touching the ground, knocking over a bunch of wooden chairs and low tables, and slamming into the hard stone wall of the common room.

Harry slowly lowered his wand and looked at everyone expressionlessly.

The common room was in chaos. Harry looked at Seamus lying on the ground, then looked at the wand tightly held in his hand, with a little confusion in his eyes. Everything that just happened happened in a flash, and he was so angry that he didn't know what he was doing.

Simo fell to the ground, covering his face in embarrassment, his eyes full of disbelief and anger, while the students around him looked at him in astonishment.

Harry's heart was beating violently in his chest, as if he had just experienced a real battle. It was an indescribable and wonderful feeling, and now he just wanted to escape. Watching Seamus slowly stand up with the help of Dean, Harry turned around with a stiff face and walked towards the door leading to the boys' dormitory without saying a word.

"I'll tell Professor McGonagall! You're crazy! You're absolutely crazy!" Seamus shouted behind Harry.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't stop. He said coldly, "It's up to you. You can go tell Professor McGonagall—"

At this moment, his mind was in a mess. Although he was still a little uneasy, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart were released, which made him feel unprecedented pleasure.

But his brain was buzzing, as if another voice was whispering, encouraging him, inciting him.

"Well done, Potter, he deserves it."

"He didn't believe you, he questioned you, and he should pay for his stupidity."

"Look at him, he's nothing but a coward, and you finally shut him up."

Harry's breathing became rapid, his chest heaving, anger burning in his veins, but that anger was accompanied by a hint of pleasure. His hand was still tightly grasping the wand, his fingers trembling, but not because of regret, but because... he even enjoyed this moment a little.

"You finally did what you had to do."

"They have never believed you. They treat you as a lunatic and a liar. How long are you going to endure this?"

"Power is everything, Potter."

For a moment, he couldn't even figure out why he took action, why he could no longer endure, and why he chose violence this time. But he felt that he was not wrong - Seamus's attitude, his doubts, his ridicule... Wasn't it what he deserved?

But...is this really me?

Harry shook his head, trying to get rid of the strange whispers in his mind, but they followed him like a shadow, lingering in his ears, as if something lurking in the darkness was slowly seeping into his mind.