Chapter 198 The tragic death of sheep
Hermione stood outside the fence in the backyard, looking inside.
At least three goats kept in the fence were lying on the ground, twitching, their throats moving, and the sound was clearly audible, like the disgusting sound of people vomiting, but what came out was not filth, but large mouthfuls of blood, shocking!
Hermione couldn't help but shudder.
One of the goats groaned and raised its head. She subconsciously looked over and saw the goat's rotten face. The skin and flesh were all layers of black sticky substances, and there were pustules in them, and pus was surging.
The goat's mouth was also cracked to the chin, swollen like a sausage, and was blue-black. One of the eyeballs seemed to be broken, and yellow water gurgled out with bubbles.
The whole body was covered with dense blood spots, which made people's scalps numb.
When Hermione saw this, she felt her stomach churning, and she lay down beside the fence and retched several times.
She wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and looked up again, but was suddenly covered by a hand.
"Don't look at this kind of thing, Miss Granger." It was Madam Pomfrey's soft voice.
Even Madam Pomfrey came... Hermione subconsciously looked up and saw Madam Pomfrey's smiling face and Professor Dumbledore standing next to her.
"What's the situation, Hagrid?" Dumbledore glanced at the goat, then turned to look at Hagrid, who was standing in the corner of the fence wearing a mask.
"This thing is contagious. It was just a goat..." Hagrid frowned deeply, pulling a tuft of beard in his hand, and was so worried that he seemed to want to pull the beard off.
"Is it contagious?!"
Hermione heard Madam Pomfrey exclaim, she looked at Madam Pomfrey again, and was stunned for a moment.
She had never seen Madam Pomfrey's face so serious, with several horizontal lines on her forehead, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.
Madam Pomfrey reached out and pulled Harry away from the fence, saying solemnly:
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Anders, and you, Miss Granger... Go back to the castle now."
Madam Pomfrey's words were not tactful at all, which was contrary to her usual practice, which made Hermione's stomach twitch.
She suddenly realized that this might not be as simple as the death of the goat.
She subconsciously looked at Harry and saw the worry in Harry's eyes.
She looked at Meka who was thinking on the side, and was stunned again. She looked again and again, but still did not see that he looked nervous, worried, scared, or disgusted at all.
How could he be so calm? He was comparable to Sherlock Holmes in the book, and compared to him, my heart was beating fast and my head was in a mess... Hermione took a deep breath.
At this time, Professor Dumbledore spoke:
"Hagrid, take the children back to the castle. Madam Pomfrey and I will take over here."
Hagrid exhaled heavily and replied: "I know..."
Hermione followed Harry and walked side by side with Maeka, with Hagrid supervising them from behind.
Hermione thought about it, and when she stepped over a small slope, she looked back again.
Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore were both wearing masks...
Her heart sank.
It seems that this matter is much more serious than I thought, and even Professor Dumbledore has to be on guard.
Wearing a mask will be contagious, so is this a virus? Like the epidemic in the Muggle world? Or even more terrible, similar to cholera...I hope it's not what I think...Hermione prayed secretly.
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After several people walked past the lower grass slope, a gray mouse stood up in the grass, looked at their figures going away, and then looked at the scene in the backyard of the cottage over there.
Although the backyard of the cottage was far away, it still saw the goat's sick appearance.
It shuddered, dug a hole under its feet, threw a gray bag into it like a hot potato, and dug soil to cover it.
"It seems that I need to prepare more bags to feed the monster... It's just a little bit of saliva, if I'm not careful, I won't be able to pay for it with several lives..."
Peter Pettigrew's two front paws were still trembling, and his heartbeat was terribly fast.
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Under Hagrid's escort, Meka Anders returned to the dormitory.
Looking at Harry lying on the bed in a daze, he turned back and sat on his own bed, stroking his chin, and recalling the scene just now.
Hagrid's backyard was stolen, and the goat was sick. Well, it might also be poisoned. This should be related to the sneak attacker. Maybe it can provide the next step of information for my divination. Well, I can try... He thought and took out a gold galleon from his arms.
Just as he was about to divination, there was a fluttering sound outside the window.
Meka looked back and saw a strange owl with an envelope tied to its feet.
"A letter from Dane or Mrs. Twasa?" Meka smiled.
He opened the window and took the envelope from the owl's feet. He picked it up and squinted:
"The seal was torn open. Someone read my letter..."
Meka opened the envelope and found it was empty. He flipped the whole envelope again. On the outside of the envelope was written:
"A reply letter from Mr. Dane of France and Ms. Twasa of Greece. Please rush - British Magic Post Office."
Both of them sent the letter, but the letter was lost before it reached me. If this was not a prank, then it could only be done by the sneak attacker... Meka thought about it and looked down at the envelope with the seal torn open.
If he did it, then this letter will also become a new clue for me... He closed his eyes, held the envelope in his left hand, and moved the gold coins in his right hand.
Ask yourself in your mind: “Have I seen or heard of this attacker before I was attacked?…Have I seen or heard of this attacker before I was attacked?…Have I seen or heard of this attacker before I was attacked? Or have you heard of this sneaker?"
bite!
The gold coin flew into the air and landed in the palm of my hand.
Meka opened her eyes and looked at her right hand. The gold coin in her palm had been broken into two halves, one half was the front and the other half was the back.
While he was frowning and watching, there was a sudden sound, and the two halves of the gold coins turned into sand and leaked out from between his fingers.
Looking at the left hand, only a corner of the envelope was burned off.
This shows that the envelope has indeed been touched by the attacker, but obviously there is not enough information about him to carry out this round of divination.
But I have also recalled all the information I know, even the scene where the goat died just now... Meka pondered for a while, put his right hand in his pocket, and played with the spotted fur ball in it.
He suddenly realized something and took out the fur ball:
"Banban's disappearance, is it possible that it has something to do with him?"
"You can give it a try. Anyway, one hair will be lost on the left and right..."
Meka once again took out a hair from the fur ball and put it into the envelope with a corner burned. He took out a gold coin again and put it in his right hand.
“Have I seen or heard of this attacker before I was attacked?…Have I seen or heard of this attacker before I was attacked?…Have I seen or heard of this attacker before I was attacked? Sneak attacker?"
In my mind, the envelope with the seal torn, the goat that died of illness, the maze-like tower, the swarm of rats like a sea, half of the face with the beard exposed... scenes flashed quickly.
bite!
The gold coin fell and he opened his eyes to take a look.
Right side up!
"I have seen or heard of this man before."
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