Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

Since that day, rumors have spread from nowhere that the attack on Filch's cat may be related to Grindelwald's descendants.

Because everyone at the scene heard someone brazenly stating that the target of the attack was a Muggle-born wizard in the school.

Not long ago, in the history of magic class of the second grade, the statement that the Dark Lord Grindelwald hated Muggles also spread like wildfire.

Naturally, some people combined the two together, and guessed that the descendant of the Dark Lord was still in the school, and was very likely to attack the students, causing panic for a while.

Mobai, the serious heir of Grindelwald, of course felt very innocent. The reason why he asked the question in the history of magic class was just to know what the old man had done. Take the blame.

Of course, he couldn't clarify this statement. He couldn't tell others that this had nothing to do with Grindelwald, but was done by the descendants of Slytherin.

One is that his words are slight, and the other is that he has no evidence.

We can only let this kind of argument ferment.

But he thought about it.

Being able to hang a cat on a lamp as a deterrent shows that this descendant of Slytherin attaches great importance to honor.

My achievements have been assigned to others by inexplicable rumors. Maybe the other party is also gnashing their teeth in the dark at this time, and will immediately start the next action to prove themselves.

The more frequently the other party acts, the greater the chance he will find the other party.

It is impossible for the other party to act during the day, there are too many people, and the risk of exposure is too high.

That can only be at night, such as when he was attacked last time.

He planned to wander around the castle all this time, maybe he would find the trace of the other party.

Since you dare to take Hermione as your target, you must be prepared for death!
A cold light flashed in Mobai's eyes, and the silence in his body couldn't help stirring for a moment.

pat!

The sound of the spoon falling on the ground came, and Mo Bai raised his head, seeing Harry looking at him in surprise.

They were having lunch in the auditorium at this time, Hermione was teasing Luna in her arms, and looked at Harry strangely.

"What's wrong with you? Why can't you hold the spoon steadily."

"Ah...it's okay..."

Harry picked up the spoon, he accidentally looked at Mobai just now, and suddenly felt pain like tearing his own scar.

The pain made him feel like he was back last year when he faced Voldemort.

However, even then, the pain was not as strong as it is now.

He secretly observed Mo Bai, could he be possessed by Voldemort again?

But the back of the opponent's head does not have that terrifying face, and I have also made physical contact with him several times...

If Voldemort was really possessed, then according to Dumbledore, he should have turned into ashes like Professor Quirrell last year.

So what's going on here?

He peeked at the other party again, but suddenly met the other party's eyes.

"what's up?"

"Forehead……"

Harry faltered, and suddenly he spoke wisely.

"Tomorrow Saturday, there will be a Quidditch match, we will play against Slytherin, do you want to come and see?"

Mo Bai gave him a strange look, "Of course I'm going, didn't you say this before?"

"Oh," Harry scratched his face, "I heard Hermione say you don't seem very interested in Quidditch."

"It's the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match, isn't it? I always go as a Gryffindor."

"And," Mo Bai looked at him with a smile on his face, "it's right for friends to cheer on the scene."

Seeing the boy's smile, Harry also giggled.

How could someone as polite and gentle as Bai have anything to do with Voldemort?

Harry couldn't help but blame himself for his guess just now.

Just after 10 o'clock the next day, Mo Bai was dragged onto the Quidditch pitch by Hermione.

Today's weather is fine, sunny and cloudless.

At this time, the stadium was already crowded with people. At a glance, the entire stadium was divided into two camps by red gold and green, representing Gryffindor and Slytherin respectively.

He noticed that besides the students, there were quite a few adults sitting in the stands, Hermione explained.

"Some parents also come to the school specifically to watch their children play."

Mo Bai nodded, suddenly, there was a thunderous sound, and he looked up to find that there was already a group of wizards flying around the field on broomsticks, waving as they flew.

"It's the Gryffindor team that's entering the field now!"

The announcement amplified by the magic spell resounded throughout the stadium, and the cheers became louder and louder. Even Hermione beside her couldn't help applauding and cheering.

He waved excitedly at Harry when he saw Harry flying through the sky, and he smiled back as he endured the din filling his eardrums.

And there was a booing sound from the Slytherin phalanx.

The booing turned into cheers as the Slytherin troop flew out on brand new broomsticks.

Mo Bai also saw Draco waving his hand in one direction, he looked over and raised his eyebrows with interest.

Mr. Malfoy, who had fallen to the ground in front of him before school started, was sitting in the stands glamorously, and next to him was the Snape who seemed to have never washed his hair.

It was only when I saw him as a teenager that I remembered, it seemed that this Malfoy family was extremely against Muggles, and Draco wanted to insult Hermione before.

Are they related to the Chamber of Secrets?
Seeing Draco showing off his might on stage, Mo Bai felt that he had to find some time to chat with him.

At the start of the game, watching several wizards scrambling for a ball in the sky, Mo Bai was sleepy again.

No offense, but the sport really didn't pique his interest.

As time passed, the little wizard either cheered or marveled following the team's goal, only Mo Bai sitting in the stands was drowsy.

Another exclamation sounded, Mo Bai thought someone else had scored again, but Hermione suddenly shook him.

"Bai, look! There seems to be something wrong with that Bludger!"

Mo Bai looked up, and found that Harry was riding around on a broomstick, and behind him was a Bludger, and Harry was firmly attracted to it like a magnet.

"Is this abnormal?"

"of course not!"

Hermione glared at him, "The Bludger has never been so relentlessly chasing a person. When no one hits it with a bat, it moves erratically."

When he saw Harry making a sharp turn, and the Bludger broke through the railing under the stands and chased him again, Mo Bai also felt that there was indeed something wrong with the ball.

"It looks like someone has broken the curse. It looks like Harry is going to suffer."

Seeing that Mo Bai was still in the mood to tease, Hermione patted him lightly, "Is there anything you can do?"

"Isn't it a foul for me to shoot now?"

"That's better than Harry being dead!"

"OK then."

Mo Bai shrugged, and when he was about to smash the Bludger into pieces, he suddenly paused, and then looked towards a corner of the stands.

"I think it's better for us to go directly to the culprit."