Harry left the auditorium with his backpack and walked up the marble staircase two steps at a time.
The nameless fire that had suddenly erupted just now was still burning in his heart.
Thinking of the shocked expressions on Elwyn, Ron, and Hermione's faces, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
When he gradually calmed down, he regretted it a little.
Harry knew that he should not be angry at Elwyn and throw a tantrum, but he could not control the irritation in his body.
Recently, the frequent pain from his scar had upset him, but he could not say it out loud.
There were rumors everywhere in the school. His old friends were full of distrust toward him, Ron and Hermione kept arguing, Umrich was full of malice, Professor Meg wanted him to lower his head, Dumbledore did not care about him, and Elwyn just let things go …
It was like this in the morning, at noon, at night, and even in his bedroom. He had nowhere to run.
Under all the pressure, he felt like he was about to go crazy.
Harry's footsteps slowed down. He suddenly realized that he had nowhere to go.
Let's go to the library and sit for a while. Then I'll go to that woman's place and lock myself up. When I get back tonight, I'll apologize to Elwyn, he thought pitifully. He thought pitifully, "I need to control my temper, clear my mind, and not think of anything …"
Just then, Mischievous crawled out from the wall of an empty classroom and threw a few ink bottles around like he was performing acrobatics.
"Aiya, it's the silly baby Potter!" Mischievous giggled. "What are you doing here instead of eating?"
He let two ink bottles fall to the ground and shatter, splashing ink on the wall.
Harry quickly jumped back to avoid it and yelled, "Get out of here, Mischievous!"
"The weirdo has a weird temper. I saw it all in the afternoon. I told everyone," Mischievous said. "Oh, a lot of people think he's bad-tempered. Potter, Potter, silly boy. Some people aren't so bad at heart. They know he's just sad. But Naughty knows better than anyone that he's mad." "Oh, a lot of people think he's bad-tempered, Potter, silly boy. But some people aren't so bad. They know he's just sad.
"Shut up!" Harry shouted and walked to a small path.
The nameless fire in him flared up again. He took out his wand, ready to teach Mischievous a lesson.
He had learned this spell from Sirius years ago and knew how to use it to attack Mischievous.
But the quick-witted Mischievous did not follow him. Instead, Harry saw a large portrait of Sir Cadogan.
The moment he saw Harry, Sir Cadogan drew his sword and brandished it viciously at Harry, who paid him no heed.
He had had enough. Everyone was like this. Even the ghosts and portraits were so hateful.
It was hard to imagine that a few weeks ago, he had missed all of this so much.
"Come back, you coward who ran away! Don't back down. Fight me! " Sir Cadogan shouted in a muffled voice from behind his mask. But Harry only cared about walking forward. Sir Cadogan wanted to chase him, so he jumped into the neighboring portrait, but a large, fierce-looking wolfdog that lived in the portrait chased him back.
"Hey, Potter!" he heard an angry voice yell just as he reached the entrance of the library.
"What now?" Harry turned his head impatiently. He was almost at his limit.
He saw Angelina Johnson standing on the stairs not far away. She had obviously run up after him.
She looked even angrier than he was and could fly into a rage at any moment.
"I'm here to tell you what now!" She said, rushing up to him in a few steps and poking him hard in the chest with her finger. "I heard everything. Why did you put yourself in detention at five o'clock this Friday afternoon?"
"What?!" Harry was stunned for a moment. Then he immediately remembered. "Oh, yes, the goalkeeper selection!"
"Now you remember!" Angelina yelled. "Didn't I tell you that I wanted all the players in the team to participate in the selection and find a person who could work well with every member of the team? Didn't I tell you that I had specially booked the Quidditch stadium? Now you've decided not to participate! "
"I didn't decide not to participate!" Harry said, feeling hurt by these unfair words. "It was that woman named Umrich who put me in detention because I told her the truth about the Mysterious Man."
"Well, you can go to her directly and ask her to let you go on Friday!" Angelina said fiercely. "I don't care what you do. If you want, you can tell her that the Mysterious Man is a figment of your imagination, just to make sure that you can be there!"
With that, she turned around and stormed away, leaving Harry standing alone in the same place.
Three second-year girls walked out of the library and immediately shrank to the corner, avoiding him.
They looked as if Harry would pounce on them and bite them hard. Harry really had such an impulse...
He sighed. Although he felt that it was unlikely that Umrich would let him go, it was better to give it a try.
Angelina was right. He couldn't miss the team selection on Friday. Quidditch was his only interest.
In this case, he'd better go to Umrich's office as soon as possible to leave a good impression on her.
Harry turned around and walked to Umrich's office.
He knocked on the door and heard a greasily sweet voice shouting, "Come in."
Harry walked in cautiously and looked around.
When the previous owners lived here, Harry was very familiar with this office.
During the days when Gidro Lockhart lived here, there were pictures of him smiling all over the wall.
After Lupin moved in, every time he came to look for him, he might encounter some very interesting evil animal locked in a cage or box.
During Sirius's time, this place was full of all kinds of interesting Auror props and delicious candies.
When the fake Moody lived here, the room was filled with all kinds of tools and handicrafts. They were used to detect other people's misdeeds and hiding places. However, they were all damaged. When the real Mad Eye came back, he threw all those things away and replaced them with a new batch.
Now, Harry could not recognize the room at all.
Everything was covered with lace drapes and tablecloths. There were also a few vases full of dried flowers, each placed on a small cushion. A group of decorative plates hung on one wall, each with a big colorful cat, each wearing a different bow around its neck.
To be honest, these things were too disgusting!
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