Looking up, the sky seemed to have become higher. It was supposed to be good weather for playing Quidditch, but the Quidditch match had been cancelled, and even wanting to go out for a walk was a luxury.

There was no one in the corridors during class breaks. The professors who were walking around on guard did not allow anyone to stay. Even to go to class, the little wizards had to line up one by one and be escorted by the deans in person.

The whole school was in a state of extreme depression. Even in the Gryffindor common room, no one wanted to play around anymore. Everyone was in a panic, trying to get through this semester as quickly as possible.

Professor McGonagall wanted to arrange everything, and it would be best if she could find the heir, but she had no clues at the moment. She was not as good as Dumbledore in seeing the whole picture, but fortunately, it was not the worst situation yet. The students who were attacked could still be saved, and they could wake up once the mandrake matured. Perhaps by then, the real murderer would be nowhere to hide.

For this reason, she was also worried that the attacker might silence the victim, so the school hospital became a "heavily guarded" place. Harry and Ron wanted to go see Hermione again, but were stopped.

Now, I'm afraid that only the students of Slytherin House are not worried at all. The four people who were attacked were all mudbloods, which was enough to prove that their house was not the target of the heir from the beginning. Rather, the heir was most likely one of them.

This greatly encouraged them, and every time they looked at people from other colleges during class, they couldn't help but feel proud.

Especially Malfoy!

When Cyrus returned the body to him, he also modified a little bit of his memory. Now he didn't find anything wrong, but if he carefully recalled his experiences in the past few months, he would find that there was no relevant memory in his brain, only a fog.

He didn't notice anything was wrong at all, and walked around the school as if he had just been appointed Head Boy.

He also got together with his two old friends Gower and Crabbe, and he was very happy that Dumbledore was expelled from school. But in fact, he didn't hate Dumbledore or doubt Dumbledore's ability, but because the person who made this happen was his father, he was very proud of it.

When Cyrus came back from get out of class today, he saw Ron walking into the common room very angrily, and Harry and their roommate Andy were trying to comfort him.

"Come on, Ron - don't bother with that kind of person." Andy patted Ron on the back. He himself was a wizard from the Muggle world, so he naturally hated Malfoy. But he was not as impulsive as Ron.

"If you two hadn't stopped me, I would have punched him a few times. I wouldn't have needed a wand. I would have beaten him to death with my bare hands." Ron still felt regretful when he thought about it now.

Cyrus saw how angry he was and immediately walked over and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's Malfoy--" Harry said helplessly, "You know what a bastard he is. I kind of miss you before..." He said half of the sentence, and Andy thought Harry was referring to the fact that Cyrus beat up Slytherin in the club.

"He said the next 'Mudblood' attacked would definitely die, and he said it was a pity it wasn't Hermione!" Ron said angrily, "If I were the heir, I would kill that little bastard first!"

"He's also being sarcastic with Snape." Seamus heard their conversation, came over, retched, and imitated Malfoy, repeating his words in a strangled voice: "I knew my father would drive Dumbledore away. Sir, why don't you apply for the position of headmaster?"

Cyrus felt a little sick watching his performance. But Seamus didn't stop, he turned around and imitated Snape, shaking his non-existent hair:

"Alas, Malfoy, Professor Dumbledore has only been temporarily suspended by the Board of Directors. I dare say he will be back among us soon." He switched back and forth between the two roles.

"Yes, that's right, sir, if you apply for this position, I guess my father will vote for you. I will tell my father that you are the best teacher here, sir..."

Seamus looked even more disgusted than Cyrus. He shook his head in disgust. "Don't you know how proud Snape is? I bet you've never seen him so happy in your life."

Snape was indeed a little proud, because he also had complaints against Dumbledore. But it was not clear that he was very happy.

Even if it wasn't Voldemort, if the other party continued to attack, the school would have to be closed. Where could he go at that time? He could only go back to that dirty Spinner's End.

What happiness could he have there, in the place that had given him such a dark past?

At least he had one thing in common with the boy named Harry Potter, and that was that they both regarded Hogwarts as their real home.

Then they all went on to scold Malfoy. There was another Hufflepuff student who also made Ron unhappy, but compared to Lockhart, it was nothing.

"You know what that guy said? He insisted that Hagrid was the murderer!" said Ron. "I think Harry almost wanted to hit him to death with a book. I feel the same way."

"We all misunderstood Hagrid." Cyrus said regretfully.

Andy and Seamus left soon after. Even on a day like this, the school did not announce the cancellation of the exams. They planned to review first to avoid having bad grades.

"If Hermione knew about this, she would be heartbroken. I'm afraid she doesn't want to miss any exams." Cyrus made a little joke to ease the atmosphere a little.

"I'm quite the opposite." Ron said, and fixed his eyes on Cyrus. "You are, R...?"

Cyrus nodded, and Ron suddenly looked happy: "I have an idea!"

"How about I let you possess me and then you help me with the test?"

"Don't even think about it." Cyrus rolled his eyes. Ron really didn't disappoint when it came to taking shortcuts. "The exam is to test how much knowledge you have mastered. You shouldn't avoid it."

"You sound like Hermione," Ron said disappointedly, but soon they talked to Cyrus about their discovery in the Herbology class today.

"Mr. Riddle," Harry lowered his voice, "do you remember what Hagrid said earlier? 'If anyone wants to find something, they just have to follow the spider and they'll find themselves in the right direction'."

"He saw the spider going towards the Forbidden Forest. Of course, I think it might not be the Forbidden Forest. Maybe it's not that far away." Ron said almost like praying.

The spiders alone were enough to deal with, not to mention the Forbidden Forest!

But thinking of the heir of Slytherin and the petrified Hermione, he didn't want to retreat. At least he knew Harry would never give up.

"Then let's take action tonight!"

Cyrus couldn't wait any longer.

It's time to go to work again, woo woo woo. Why are weekends so short? 　　 　 (End of this chapter)