Chapter 52: Attack Again

But while she was searching for clues about the heir, the confinement continued.

Amidst all the doubts, Snape's attitude towards her remained the same - sarcastic.

"Maybe Miss Jane thinks that not going to class will stop her classmates from talking."

"Or is it that your brain, which is full of sphinxes, is so scared that it can no longer function?"

Jian Yu's men mechanically brewed the potion and replied:

"I don't think I have—"

Snape interrupted her immediately, his voice low and full of anger:

"Nothing? No evasion? The professors reported that you missed more than ten classes."

"Perhaps you will be expelled for missing classes before the Heir of Slytherin is expelled for attacking a student."

Out of respect for the professor who had given her a paper last year with more than 200 gold galleons attached, Jian Yu decided to attend one or two classes as a courtesy.

After all, attending classes was meaningless to her. Why would someone who was about to drop out care about learning new spells?

But when she stepped onto the stairs and turned into another corridor, she felt tripped by something.

"Merlin——" She couldn't help but let out a small cry of surprise.

A Hufflepuff was lying on the ground, his body cold and stiff, an expression of extreme fear frozen on his face, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

And there was a ghost beside him, it was the Almost Headless Nick who had promised her not long ago to clear her name!

He was covered in black and shrouded in smoke, suspended stiffly in the air, with the same terrified expression on his face.

Jian Yu quickly thought about the reason why the heir attacked this man and this ghost.

Maybe Nick found out something and that's why he suffered this misfortune.

But at this moment, a door suddenly slammed open, and Peeves rushed out, giggling and somersaulting in front of Jian Yu:

"Miss Jane, what are you doing——"

He stopped moving because he saw a man and a ghost that were petrified. He stared at her with an expression of horror and disbelief and screamed:

"Attack! Attack again! The heir of Slytherin doesn't even let his ghost friend go!"

The doors in the corridor opened one by one, and students poured out. The professors shouted and ordered them to return to their seats. The students recognized the petrified Hufflepuff Justin Finch-Fletchley and screamed:

"It's Justin! She attacked Justin!"

"She and Potter have the same goal! They are in the same group!"

Almost immediately someone notified Snape, who strode to the scene with a gloomy face and a frown on his face, almost squeezing out the words from the depths of his throat:

"Stupid! I suppose you've been running around the castle again, haven't you?"

He carried Jian Yu upstairs, climbed the spiral staircase, and came to a place that was like her back garden - the principal's office.

This day is finally here!

All the evidence is available!

Faced with such irrefutable evidence, she didn't believe that Dumbledore would not fire her!

She was so excited that she didn't know where to put her hands and her whole body was shaking with excitement.

Snape glanced at her, the lines at the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and his voice was drawn out:

"This matter is beyond my control."

He roughly stuffed a bag of gold Galleons into Jian Yu's hand and told her that it was her reward for processing potion materials this semester.

Then he turned and left, disappearing at the door of the principal's office in his black robe.

Jian Yu understood.

It seemed that Professor Snape also believed that Dumbledore would expel her to calm the public anger.

Before leaving, he gave himself a bag of gold galleons. He was quite nice!

Just in time to raise funds for her shop in London!

Her mind was full of beautiful fantasies about her future life.

After standing for a while, Dumbledore still hadn't come back.

She felt her feet go numb and she started to feel sleepy.

Looking at the huge desk, she felt like she could take a nap on it.

So she climbed up and stretched her body - it seemed like her foot kicked something!

“Ouch!”

There was a loud bang and a shelf fell down. Something was crushed underneath and made a scream.

"You again—" the wrinkled, straw-brown thing cried angrily, "it's not enough that you have polluted my mind, now you want to murder me—Azkaban! Azkaban!"

It continued to twist its body and yelled at Jian Yu:

"I'm telling you, your plot will never succeed. I'm Godric's favorite hat!"

Now Jian Yu knew what she had kicked away. It was the Sorting Hat that almost sent her to Azkaban!

She just wanted to drop out of school, but this malicious hat wanted to send her to jail!

What a vicious hat!

New and old hatreds surged in her heart, and she jumped off the desk, twisted the tip of the dirty hat with two fingers, and was about to cast a cutting spell on it when she heard a strange choking sound from behind her.

Each man and his hat turned their heads to look, only to find that the phoenix, Fox, had lost all its fur, revealing the flesh underneath, and its size had shrunk to one third of its original size. It looked very ill, and stared at her with a sad look, as if it wanted to chirp, but no sound came out.

Then it suddenly caught fire all over, screamed, and turned into a fireball.

"Is this bird desperate?"

Jian Yu was horrified. She had never thought that a bird would seek death and want to burn itself.

She quickly thought of fire-fighting strategies, including cooling, suffocation, isolation, and chemical suppression.

But she immediately realized that she was still holding a Sorting Hat.

The next second, the Sorting Hat was slammed hard on Fox's head!

This was what she often did in her previous life when a cooking oil pan caught fire - cover the pot!

Now it wasn't just Fawkes who was screaming. The Sorting Hat also began to scream miserably:

"Murder—kill the hat—help!"

All the portraits on the wall were awakened by the sharp cry. When they saw a student doing something illegal to the Sorting Hat, they couldn't help but screamed in anger:

"What are you doing? Let go of that hat!"

"You broke into the principal's office and stole the Sorting Hat. You must be expelled! Expelled!"

Jian Yu held the brim of his hat tightly to prevent any oxygen from entering. The hat rose and fell as Fox struggled inside it - its movements gradually died down and the flames died out.

Jian Yu opened the collar of the Sorting Hat, which was foaming at the mouth and dying, and poured Fox onto the desk, only to find that he had fainted.

She touched the phoenix and found that although it was pitch black and hot, it was still breathing - it was alive!

I couldn't help but cheer for myself secretly in my heart.

But along with the phoenix, a sword also fell, with a ruby ​​inlaid on its hilt.

"Godric Gryffindor?"

Jian Yu picked up the sword curiously and read a line of small words on the sword.

When the portraits, which were originally in a mess, saw the sword, they all became strangely quiet.

"stop!"

She turned her head and saw that the office door was open.

Dumbledore walked in. It was the first time she saw him look so anxious and serious.

Only Merlin knew how much Dumbledore wanted to faint on the spot!

He was only a dozen minutes late, and the principal's office was a mess!

The shelves and books fell to the ground, and a bruised Fawkes lay on his desk with his feet up in the air. The Sorting Hat was burned black, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive...

He was so angry that his hands began to tremble. He pressed his chest, his temples were throbbing, and he felt that he needed some quick-acting heart-saving magic potion.

Why leave this devil alone in the office!

He regretted not folding it.

He quickly passed by Jian Yu, cast a spell quickly, and checked the condition of the Sorting Hat and Fawkes. He found that although they looked miserable, they were just fainted, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You made what - the Sword of Gryffindor?!"

Dumbledore's expression changed instantly, from surprise to joy to alertness... as if a color palette had been overturned, his expression kept changing.

After nearly a minute, he tried to remain calm, but his slightly trembling hands still revealed his restlessness:

"We need to talk, kid."