Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 64 Malfoy's Blood Diary

Flint was horrified to see Wood pry open his hand with just one finger, wondering when this Gryffindor had developed such strength.

Just as he was about to pull his hand away, Wood gripped it tightly and suddenly punched him in the abdomen, making him see stars, feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and unable to utter a word.

Aria, Angelina, and the others also took the opportunity to come over, secretly kicking and punching him with all their might, making his skin ache.

Draco was terrified and desperately clung to the broom handle as he flew into the air, fearing he would be ganged up on.

Before he could even catch his breath, a whooshing sound came from behind him. Looking back, he saw Fred and George running towards him from either side, like the black and white grim reapers who were about to take his soul.

"Wait! I didn't do anything!"

"I am innocent!"

"Don't come any closer!"

Draco pleaded for mercy repeatedly, but Fred and George remained unmoved. Seeing this, he secretly clenched his fists and tensed his arms, ready to fight the two to the death.

Fred, finding a spot out of Mrs. Hodge's sight, raised his stick and struck. Draco, seeing this, also lunged forward with his fist.

The blow landed on their backs, the punch on their thighs; both men winced in pain, then exclaimed in unison, "You've trained before?!"

"That won't work!" George swept his bat across. "I've practiced too!"

Now back on the field, the Gryffindor players were only concerned with beating the enemy, ignoring the goal. Slytherin fled in panic, cursing under their breath.

What kind of wizard trains to be that big!

Mrs. Hodge stared at it for a while, then realized something was wrong and was about to blow her whistle to stop when she suddenly heard Li Jordan shout with joy.

"The Golden Snitch has been caught! It's Gryffindor!"

She looked closely and saw Harry holding the golden ball in his hand, and cheers erupted like waves.

Everyone in the room applauded in celebration, and McGonagall clapped until her hands were red. Colin, camera in hand, jumped around, shouting, "Harry! Look here!"

"Let me take a few more pictures of you! My roommate wants to hang your photo above her bed too!"

After they came down from the sky and changed into their robes, Harry and his friends went to the Great Hall for lunch.

When everyone saw Harry, they cheered and celebrated. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw also came to congratulate him, but the Slytherins remained silent, consuming the hot food on the table as if it were leftovers.

"Wipe your nose, Draco," Flint said, tossing a cloth over his shoulder. "Thanks to your brilliant plan, we haven't been able to train for a month!"

Draco was so embarrassed that his face turned bright red, how could he possibly sit down?

He grabbed a broom, ignoring the blood gushing from his nose, and hurriedly returned to his dormitory. He overturned the bed and books, but still couldn't vent his anger.

That damn scarred guy!

Ever since I met him, nothing has gone smoothly!

Draco cursed inwardly for a while, then suddenly noticed the black diary openly spread out on the ground.

He was startled and hurriedly tried to grab the fortress to hide under the bed, but as soon as he lowered his head, a few drops of blood fell from his nose, stained the notebook, and then suddenly disappeared.

Draco hesitated for a moment, then dipped his finger in a few drops of blood and rubbed it on his hand. As soon as he wiped his hand, the blood disappeared.

Knowing it was a dark magic item, and seeing such an anomaly, he feared it might attract some strange creature, so he hurriedly closed the book. But suddenly, a line of words appeared on it.

"Hello, are you injured?"

As the saying goes, "two flowers bloom at opposite ends, each telling its own story." A week after the Quidditch match, Harry's reputation as the Scarface had spread throughout the Fourth House.

If you ask why, it was all Colin's doing.

They took great photos of Harry, which promoted Harry's good reputation, and taught the nickname "Scarface" to resound throughout the school.

Even ghosts knew of his great name and couldn't help but befriend him.

"Harry, tomorrow is my death anniversary dinner. Would you like to come?"

The speaker was none other than Nick, who was nearly headless and was a ghost of Gryffindor.

Seeing that he had sincerely invited him, Harry smiled and said, "Since you're so kind, brother, how could I refuse?"

Ron and Hermione, upon hearing this, were also curious and clamored to go along.

Nick was delighted and laughed, "No problem, then the three of you can come together! I'd love for it to be more lively."

"But there's something... Harry, I need your help."

Nick hesitated, then said, "If you see a bunch of headless ghosts... could you please tell them I'm scary?"

"That's alright, brother, please don't worry!"

With Harry's agreement, Nick laughed and said, "Thank you, Harry, you said exactly the same thing as Colin."

As Nick's death anniversary approached, Harry, Harry, and their two companions headed straight for the banquet venue that evening.

When they arrived, they found the room filled with ghosts, and smelled a foul stench.

"What the hell is that smell?" Ron covered his nose, his eyes widening as he looked at the dining table. "What is this?! It's already stinking!"

Hermione nearly vomited from the stench. "Perhaps... ugh, this is what ghosts eat?"

At this moment, Nick saw the group and hurriedly came to greet them, "Oh, my dear distinguished guests, you have finally arrived."

"But you're a bit late. Let me find you a seat."

Harry fanned the stench from his nose and said, "Why should we look for him? That fellow isn't just taking up five or six empty tables by himself."

Nick followed his finger and saw that the spirit was withered and emaciated, with empty eyes. Its hands and feet were shackled with iron chains, and its clothes were stained with silver blood.

Nick was so shocked he nearly jumped out of his skin, and cried out, "Oh, Harry, this won't do! Don't you know who he is?"

"The Bloody Barrow of Slytherin!"

Harry, finding it strange, said, "What a bloody person, wearing all those shackles, looking like a criminal."

"Oh, little Harry, stop talking, he might hear you." Nick shook his head repeatedly, leading...

Harry and his two companions found another spot and approached a pretty female ghost, saying, "Mrs. Grey, may these three little ones sit with you?"

"Oh, of course, no problem," Mrs. Grey said with a smile. "Please have a seat, Mr. Potter."

"I heard you beat Slytherin in Quidditch the other day, ah, those were the happiest days of my life."

"It's a pity I wasn't there to see your heroic figure and, incidentally, to witness Slytherin's ugliness."

Harry noticed her refined speech and elegant demeanor, concluding she must have been a well-bred young lady in her previous life. Knowing she also hated Slytherin, he decided to befriend her.

He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for the compliment, sister. I am Harry James Potter, but may I ask your honorable name?"

Helena.

Mrs. Grey smiled and said, "Helena Ravenclaw."

A story from the novel: Harry attends the death anniversary banquet and encounters a beautiful ghost. She is elegant in speech and manner, yet she harbors a deep hatred for Slytherin. Harry, intrigued, inquires further and discovers she is a Ravenclaw descendant. To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment.