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"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool."
― William Shakespeare
"It's in the third person pov"
Third person pov
By the next morning, the snow that had started overnight had intensified into a blizzard, and the final Herbology class of the semester had to be canceled.
"I love winter" Briony sighed hugging herself. "Yeah cause they are bloody cold just like you" Sirius muttered as the girl just rolled her eyes. "You are saying this just because you can't handle a bit of cold and go sneezing around the whole castle" She snickered looking at him.
Harry wondered where Justin might be, so he stood up and exited through the picture hole.
A group of Hufflepuffs who should have been in Herbology were seated in the library, although they didn't appear to be working. Harry could see that their heads were close together and that they appeared to be having an interesting discussion between the long rows of tall bookcases. He was unable to see if Justin was one of them. did so while remaining invisible.
"Well anyhow, I instructed Justin to hide up in our dormitory," the chubby kid was saying. " It would be better if he kept a low profile for a time if Potter had identified him as his next victim. Naturally, Justin has been anticipating this to occur since he told Potter he was a Muggle-born. He was really told by Justin that he had applied to Eton. With the Slytherin heir running amok, is it the type of thing you throw around?"
"you're sure it's Potter, then, Ernie?" said a young woman with blonde bunches inquisitively.
"You think he's the heir of slytherin?" Rabastan whispered to regulus who shook his head. "I don't think so, people just need small sparkling to spread a fire that's not needed"
"Hannah, he's a Parse mouth," the chubby lad remarked seriously. "Everyone is aware that's a Dark wizard's mark. Have you heard of a good person who could communicate with snakes? Slytherin was known as Serpent-tongue."
As this was met with loud murmurs, Ernie said, "Remember what was written on the wall? Beware, enemies of the Heir. Filch and Potter had some form of interaction. Then we hear that Filch's cat has been assaulted. While Potter was laying in the mud during the Quidditch match that first year, Creevey irritated him by taking photos of him. The next thing we know, Creevey has been attacked."
"God these kids are just thinking too much when they don't even know the reality of the situation" Remus grunted smoothening out his forehead creases to soothe out his anger.
Harry was at his limit. He walked out from behind the bookcases, clearing his throat loudly. If he hadn't been so enraged, he would have found the scene that met him amusing. Ernie's face was losing color, and every Hufflepuff appeared to have been petrified at the sight of him. Harry said, "Hi, I'm looking for Justin Finch-Fletchley."
Ernie said in a trembling voice, "What do you want with him?"Harry continued, "I wanted to tell him what actually transpired with that snake at the Dueling Club". Getting closer allowed him to hear Ernie's words.
"We were all there," Ernie remarked, biting his white lips and taking a big breath. "We witnessed the events."
Harry asked, "Then have you observed that the snake backed off when I spoke to it?"
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The Turn Of Events (Harry Potter)
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