Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 302 Going in the wrong direction

Chapter 302 Going in the wrong direction
After Dumbledore finished speaking, he sat down and started talking to Professor McGonagall next to him.

There was a clacking and pinging sound in the auditorium as students stood up and rushed to a double door and entered the foyer.

Harry and the others walked against the crowd towards the staff table, where Lupin was.

"Lupin, congratulations." Harry looked happily at Lupin and the person not far from him - Tom Riddle.

He wanted to confirm something.

And Riddle is not actually dangerous, Dumbledore is right next to him.

"Harry, I don't think now is the time for you to come," said Lupin.

"It's disgusting that we have the same idea." Snape's sallow face was distorted, and he and Lupin stood in front of Harry at the same time, with their right hands inserted into their robes, obviously holding the wand.

Apparently, their concern for Harry had made them lose their minds.

"What? I'm also a professor at Hogwarts." Riddle said in a fragile tone. If you didn't know, you would think he was being excluded.

His eyes moved and looked in Harry's direction again.

"Stay away from that child!" Snape's sallow face suddenly turned pale, but he still said it while suppressing his fear.

"Severus, you really make me sad. You know, 'I' also died because of you." Riddle said with a smile, as if there was something else behind his words.

During this period of time, Riddle actually spent more time learning about the Muggle world, teaching the Ministry of Magic lessons, and contacting his former subordinates.

Voldemort actually came after the Potters because of the prophecy, but he didn't quite understand.

Now that he knew that Harry was his Horcrux and that he had Dumbledore's backing, he was in a completely relaxed state. In layman's terms, he was having fun.

His words just now were just out of sudden curiosity and a test.

Because of the similarity of Snape's bloodline to his and his excellence, these were probably the real reasons that prompted him to find the Potter family and ultimately fail.

And Snape's abnormality made Riddle confirm this.

Little did he know that Snape only remembered his own mistakes and told Voldemort about Trelawney's prophecy, which led to Lily's death.

His excellent brain-blocking skills, coupled with his years of undercover experience, meant that even though he was in great pain, he did not show any specific emotions, so that Riddle could see something was wrong on his face and doubted his own judgment.

"Severus, don't worry. After all, this is Harry Potter, Dumbledore's favorite."

"I am now a Dumbledore through and through," said Riddle, smiling.

"Okay, I won't say any more. There's plenty of time later. Harry, you think more than anyone else!" Riddle narrowed his eyes, put on his friendly smile again, and disappeared into the crowd.

"Well, it's time for you to go, Harry. I don't know what you're thinking," Lupin said dryly.

Snape stood there, saying nothing, like a lifeless statue.

On the way to the Ravenclaw common room, Ron finally couldn't help it, "Harry, I don't know what you are thinking, how dare you -"

"Why wouldn't I dare? I just want to confirm one thing." Harry touched his forehead.

To be honest, he was not a fool. After the face-to-face encounters with the two Voldemorts, he vaguely realized something.

That is, he also has Voldemort's 'heart' in his body.

This 'heart' might be because his mother's spell had been changed to Harry's own.

This is also why when he was in danger, first facing Voldemort and then the locket Voldemort, the 'heart' that should be on his forehead suddenly beat and gave him strength.

This time, he came into close contact with the young version of Voldemort, Tom Riddle, by greeting Lupin.

The feeling Riddle gave Harry was completely different from before. Harry was a little bit unbelieving before, but through this close contact, he finally confirmed it.

However, Riddle's words also made him more confused. "What is the connection between Snape and Voldemort's death?"

"And what does that sentence mean, 'There's plenty of time later, more than anyone thinks.'" Harry thought unconsciously.

He was so absorbed in his own world that he didn't answer when Ron asked him if he wanted to confirm anything.

Along the way, the little wizards who saw Harry talking to the charming new professor came forward one by one, but they were all ignored by Harry who was immersed in his own world.

It can be said that Harry didn't wake up until he returned to the dormitory.

"Harry, what did you just confirm?" Ron asked again worriedly on his four-poster bed.

Yes, Ron wasn't mad at Harry for ignoring him.

As Harry's friend and self-proclaimed thinker among the Three Musketeers, he clearly remembered Harry's settings.

When Harry faces Voldemort, he will have the power to kill any god or Buddha he encounters.

This can be seen from his performance on the fourth floor last year and when facing the locket this summer.

Harry had been feeling very strange just now, and he must have discovered that the power had no reaction to this Voldemort.

It has to be said that even a blind cat can catch a dead mouse, and that is what happened to Ron this time.

"Harry, it's the power that's not reacting." Ron whispered.

At this time, the other people in the dormitory were already sleeping like dead pigs - except Ryan who had mysteriously disappeared long ago.

"How do you know?" Harry was stunned.

He suddenly wondered if Ron had been pretending, or as Ryan once said, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

Harry now suspected that he was the tiger being eaten by Ron, the stupid pig pretending to be him.

Maybe Draco was right in his guess when he was Harry's mortal enemy.

Ron, who was curled up on the bed with only his head sticking out, had no idea that there was a crisis of trust in his friendship with Harry. On the contrary, he was very excited and felt proud that he had guessed correctly.

"Yeah! I said I'm the brains! The military advisor of the Three Musketeers!"

"I'll tell Draco tomorrow!" Ron twisted on his bed like a caterpillar.

Ron's reaction also made Harry put aside his doubts.

How could the idiot in front of him be what he thought?

Ron just got lucky.

Idiots are very lucky, otherwise how could they live to this age.

His tone was evident when Ron drew the rare gold card, Devil's Passport.

Harry shook his head, mumbling to himself.

"Harry, how did that power react to that Riddle?" Ron finally asked after coming back to his senses from the excitement.

"It's strange, he's like a brother to me, a brother I've never met." Harry muttered to himself.

Just as he was about to continue talking to Ron, a familiar snoring sound suddenly sounded.

It's Ron. Ron is asleep.