Hogwarts, where the stars shine

Since November, the temperature in Hogwarts has dropped again and again, so the school hospital has been overcrowded, and Ms. Pomfrey is even more busy.

In order to better help sick students, Madam Pomfrey prepared many refreshing potions.

The effect of this medicine is outstanding. It can be said to be a medicine that can cure diseases. If you drink a bottle of medicine, the cold will be cured immediately.

However, this potion also has side effects. People who drink the potion will have smoke coming out of their ears for the next few hours, just like a steam locomotive.

Therefore, when Slytherin members living in different dormitories fell ill, their respective roommates did not take it too seriously.

Their roommates went to the school doctor one after another, received refreshing potions from Madam Pomfrey, and brought the immediately effective potions to the sick team members.

However, the medicine that cured the disease failed on them.After drinking a bottle of refreshing medicine, their condition not only did not improve, but their high fever persisted and they continued to speak incomprehensible nonsense.

It was then that everyone realized that the people who were sick that morning were all Quidditch players.

They had just defeated their old enemy Gryffindor the day before, albeit in a somewhat ignominious manner; the night before, everyone was celebrating in the common room, and the next day they were collectively sick.

Even those who reacted slowly realized that something was wrong and realized that these people were very sick.So everyone hurriedly sent the team members to the school doctor's office and handed them over to the medical expert, Madam Pomfrey.

Now that they had guessed that something was weird, everyone who had returned from the school hospital must gather together to brainstorm and jointly find out who was behind the murder of the Slytherin players and avenge them.

The first to bear the brunt is naturally the old enemy Gryffindor.

They had enough motivation, and the resentment of losing the game the day before was enough for them to kill the Slytherin players.

But after everyone thought about it, they turned their suspicious eyes away from Gryffindor. Gryffindor didn't have that brain!

Uh...no...

It should be said that attacking behind the scenes is not in line with Gryffindor House's usual behavior.The word "reckless" runs through the whole Gryffindor house. They disdain this slightly obscene behavior and insist on being the real Lion House people.

When it comes to scheming and underhanded tactics, no house can compete with Slytherin.Being shrewd and cunning is one of the admission factors of Slytherin House.

After everyone discussed this, the number of times Mesa's name appeared increased greatly, and everyone felt that there was a high probability that he did this.

After all, Mesa had a criminal record and he cursed Bol and Enrique.Although Snape did not punish Mesa for the "curse", everyone believed Marcus Flint's story and believed that he was the one who caused Bol and Enrique to be hospitalized.

And Mesa also has a motive, he hates Slytherin students.It is very possible that he held a grudge because of his victory in the Quidditch game, and angrily attacked the victors to satisfy his morbid desires.

As the "real murderer" surfaced, everyone gathered together and headed straight to Mesa's single dormitory.This group of people wanted to ask him clearly and get an explanation for the team members.

At this time, Pot King Mesa happened to not go out. He stayed in the dormitory to sort out his personal belongings.Last night, his thin-bottomed cauldron was disliked again by Lilia Shafiq.

As soon as they finished tidying up, there was a violent banging on the door in the dormitory. The force was so strong that it almost broke the wooden dormitory door.

Mesa, who was already in a bad mood, fell straight to the bottom after hearing the banging on the door.He put his right hand in his pocket as he walked towards the door.

If the person who broke the door couldn't give Mesa a satisfactory explanation today, he wouldn't mind spending another month in confinement with Snape.

When I opened the wooden door of the dormitory, I saw a group of boys of different sizes, tall, short, fat and thin.Everyone around the door looked as angry as if Mesa had smashed the glass of their dormitory last night.

Mesa didn't recognize any of the Slytherins standing outside the door.

Two months into the school year, Mesa doesn't even have human rights for his classmates, let alone these rotten sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs.

Looking at the boy closest to the door, Mesa asked in a bad tone: "You were the one who broke down my door just now, right?"

Mesa's toughness at this moment caught all the male students in front of the door off guard.They suddenly remembered the scene that night when Mesa beat Flint and Nell, and what the first graders said about his heroic performance in flying lessons.

The boy nodded subconsciously and admitted that he had violently smashed the door. If he had put in a little more strength, he would have been able to tear down the wooden door of the dormitory.

The strong light belonging to the curse suddenly lit up, and the boy was entangled in a dazzling red light.

The powerful red light directly knocked the boy away, and the rest of the people behind him were also affected.

When everyone reacted, they discovered that the boy who smashed the door not only passed out, but also knocked down the student behind him.

The students who gathered in front of the door and wanted to ask for an explanation calmed down instantly.Their eyes turned to Mesa, who was holding his wand with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he was choosing the next victim.

Everyone was surprised, even the upperclassmen were surprised by the speed of Mesa's release.

At this time, Mesa asked slowly and unhurriedly: "Now, please, can any of you tell me what you want to do around me?"

Mesa's eyes swept over the faces of the group of people one by one, and he continued: "I would like to advise you, I don't have a good temper, and my attacks are not serious. You'd better be careful when you speak."

These words once again aroused everyone's anger, but everyone behaved very restrainedly, neither saying anything hurtful nor pointing fingers at Mesa.

The spear will kill the leader, and the stick will kill the leader.At this time, whether they go up one by one to fight, or the big guys rush up to fight, the person in the front is the most unlucky one.

Unless this person has absolute confidence in himself and is sure to knock Mesa down before he can pronounce the spell.

Just when everyone was hesitating whether to make the first move and teach the arrogant Mesa a lesson, a boy at the back of the crowd silently put his hand into his robe pocket and held his wand.

This boy's idea is actually very simple. No matter how fast the first-year students recite the incantation, can they still block the attack of the senior students?No matter how fast you recite a spell, can you master more spells than a senior student?

Moreover, there were so many people in front of him, and the pressure could crush Mesa Black to death.Feilongqian, tell me how to lose this wave!

But the truth is often cruel and unacceptable. This boy underestimated Mesa and overestimated himself.Before he could draw his wand, Mesa's ebony was pointed at him.

"Petrify them all!" This time everyone heard clearly what spell Mesa was reciting.

The light of the whole body binding spell instantly passed over the crowd and landed accurately on the face of the boy who was about to take out the wand.Under the influence of the spell, the boy was petrified and fixed, with only the facial features on his face still movable.

"Is my pronunciation not clear enough, or is there something wrong with your ears?" Mesa said softly.All the students present felt a chill of murderous intent.

The students who were about to make a move calmed down again.

The people surrounding here are a temporary gathering of people. They have neither leader to lead nor a backbone to rely on.

It was just a few words that aroused the violent emotions in their hearts, and then they ran over angrily. Their minds were not in the same place at all.

When someone needed to step forward to answer Mesa's accusations, another senior boy stood up. He spread his hands and faced Mesa directly.

He said in a gentle tone: "Mr. Black, I am Jenkins Benson. We came to you because there are some things we want to know from you."

"Is this your attitude of asking me to find out what's going on?" Mesa said with a smile, "I thought you were planning to attack in groups and bury my body in this dormitory!"

"That's absolutely not the intention!" Jenkins Benson quickly denied, "We really want to ask you something."

Even if some of these students really have the intention of killing Mesa, they must not admit it.

"This morning, all the members of the college's Quidditch team suddenly fell ill. The illness was very strange. At this moment, they are lying in the school hospital, receiving treatment from Ms. Pomfrey..."

Mesa raised his hand and interrupted Jenkins Benson. He said coldly: "It turns out that you are here to investigate."

With the cold voice and the caring eyes, everyone's blood pressure skyrocketed, and everyone became hypertensive.However, Mesa's next words made them want to vomit blood.

He said: "You should go to Scandinavia and play wrestling with the trolls there. After their violent slaps, your brains may be clearer."