Chapter 227 Repeatedly
Harry was in disbelief when he heard the news.
Because whether it was what was written in the newspaper, what Mr. Weasley said, or what happened to the Fat Lady later, he constantly confirmed his judgment.
And even a wrong thought will seem to be the same thing if it is affirmed several times in the mind.
So when Ron said this, even if he believed Ron enough, he still couldn't turn around.
"How is that possible..." Harry frowned. He recalled the man in the newspaper with messy beard and hair, yelling on his back, and seemingly mentally abnormal. It was hard to imagine that he would be such a prisoner who was dubbed a 'murderer'. , sent Ron to the school hospital for timely treatment.
He looked at Ron and asked, "Ron, could you have seen it wrong?"
Ron still scratched his head and said, "To be honest, I'm really not sure... I fell asleep for almost a whole day. If Hermione hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about it."
Hermione crossed her chest with one hand and raised her chin with the other, thinking: "But if what Ron said is true, this matter has nothing to do with Harry."
"But here's the problem..." Ron smiled awkwardly and said sheepishly, "I really can't remember clearly. Is this true or false? And it has something to do with the poisoning incident. I don't dare to talk nonsense."
"I have a way..." Meka said with a smile,
"Ron's impression of Sirius Black is nothing more than the wanted poster in the newspaper. So Ron, what details did you see at that time, and what conflicts with the wanted poster?
If there is any conflict with the wanted order, then the possibility of this matter being true is much higher. "
"Is there any conflict between the details and the wanted order..." Ron scratched his head and said, "I remember that he was different from the one on the wanted order. He was full of beard in the wanted order, but that day I saw him When I was there, he seemed to have taken care of it, which made me feel much cleaner, and his smile was no longer scary..."
"And..." He wrinkled his face and looked like he was scratching his head. Finally he remembered something and clapped his hands: "By the way, he said that he is also a Gryffindor student and he came here to find someone. people……"
"He is also a Gryffindor student?" Harry was a little confused.
He really couldn't make the connection between a Gryffindor student and a prisoner of Azkaban.
Hermione frowned and looked at Ron: "Looking for someone? Isn't that what your father said, he wants to find Harry?"
Ron shook his head quickly: "It has nothing to do with Harry. I asked him, and he said he came here to find another person, not Harry."
When Hermione heard this, she finally relaxed her brows and smiled:
"That's great. This means that the whole thing has nothing to do with Harry. Harry doesn't need to blame himself for this and took the initiative to find this person."
After all, it was too dangerous. A person who dared to poison in front of Professor Dumbledore and almost killed dozens of Hogwarts students must be an extremely dangerous person.
She couldn't imagine what would happen to Harry if he met that man.
After she finished speaking, she looked at Harry, but Harry was deep in thought and did not speak.
"Harry?" Hermione tapped his shoulder.
Harry came back from his thoughts. He looked at Hermione and said seriously: "I still have to find Sirius Black, or the person who really poisoned her."
Hermione said "Ah": "Why? Harry, Ron has already said that the poisoning has nothing to do with you."
Harry took a deep breath and flashed in his mind the sight of Ron and Neville lying unconscious on the ground; he recalled the sight of a female Ravenclaw student who had turned pale after vomiting blood on the Quidditch field. ; I remembered the silent faces in the Gryffindor lounge when someone said that the school hospital might not have enough life-saving medicine.
He said: "I don't know why. But I feel that someone has to do something."
Hermione looked at him and said: "But Professor Dumbledore and the others have not been able to find this person. Even if you want to look for him, it will probably be in vain."
Harry shook his head: "It doesn't matter. If you can't find it once, just look for it one more time until the poisoner is found and until the danger in Hogwarts is truly lifted."
Hermione was silent for a while, her mind spinning various analyzes of this matter and the various dangerous aspects of this matter, but in the end, reason was still overwhelmed by something.
She said: "Then I will go too."
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Seeing that Meka still couldn't persuade Harry to take the risk, and even picked up Hermione, she had no choice but to say goodbye and leave the gate of the school hospital alone.
He walked to the corner of the corridor near an old tree and suddenly stopped. He glanced at Professor Flitwick's office from a distance and remembered what Harry said just now:
“If you can’t find it once, look for it again.”
A gust of wind blew by, and a green leaf swayed and fell on the shoulder.
Meka caught a glimpse of the fallen leaves on her shoulders, took them in her hand, looked at them, and said with a smile:
"Harry's right."
“If it doesn’t work once, do it again.”
"It's best to have someone teach you something as obscure as Fairy Language. Maybe Professor Flitwick will change his mind tomorrow?"
He threw down the fallen leaves, turned around and strode away.
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The next day, Meka came to Professor Flitwick's office and knocked on the door again.
The door creaked open, and Professor Flitwick looked up at Meka, remembering the bad memories of that day.
He took a deep breath in his heart and tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't help but frown:
"Mr. Anders, what are you doing here today?"
Meka looked at him and said earnestly: "Professor Flitwick, I want to learn the fairy language..."
Bang, the door closed.
Meka was turned away, and Professor Flitwick's voice came from inside:
"I can't teach this thing, you can find someone else."
Meka left helplessly.
On the third day, Meka came to Professor Flitwick's door again and knocked on the door.
But the door didn't open, and Professor Flitwick's voice came through the door:
"What are you doing here again, Mr. Anders?"
Meka said: "Professor Flitwick, I want to learn the fairy language."
There was silence inside for a while, and then said: "Let's go, I don't know this thing."
On the fifth day, Meka came to the door again and knocked on the door:
"Professor Flitwick, I want to learn the fairy language."
There was silence in the house, and Professor Flitwick seemed to be away.
On the sixth day, Meka knocked on the door, but still no one answered.
On the seventh day, Maeka knocked on the door again:
"Professor Flitwick, I want to learn the goblin language."
Finally, there was a sigh from inside, and the door creaked open.
Professor Flitwick looked tired, and looked at the boy at the door. In a trance, he saw himself studying in the wizarding world decades ago.
He rubbed his temple and said, "Your spirit of learning has touched me, Mr. Anders, come in."
Maeka smiled and stepped into this office again after a week.
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