Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Attacked By Students Mcgonagall

Harry also reached out and stopped me. He had on a provoking smile. "Where do you think you're going? You haven't apologized yet." "Fuck off!" I shoved past his shoulder, heading straight for the gate. "Fuck you!" Harry tried to chase after me, but someone seemed to have stopped him.I heard some other students whispering about me.I didn't care anymore. All I wanted was to get out of this suffocating place. Sylvia's POV: As soon as I got off the stage, Flora and Harry immediately rushed over to me.

Victoria was reluctant to follow, she wanted to be back in their dorm before curfew, but she wanted to know what was happening. Coralis arrived at a small clearing and stopped running. At the other end, she saw a student pinned against a tree and the back of someone wearing a black cloak with their hood above their head. The attacker was holding a wand in their left hand and had it pointed at the student’s neck. Not far from them, there were two other students, frozen as if the attacker decided to turn them into ice sculptures.

"Isn't the answer obvious? Giselle never plays up a fake image. If she fought Charlotte and landed in the hospital, the issue has to be Harry." "If Harry read this, he would think he was the ultimate scapegoat." "I suggest sending Harry to learn martial arts. That way, if Giselle runs into danger again, he'll be useful at least." "It isn't vacation season yet, right? Why is Harry still hanging around Giselle instead of going to school? Or has the break already started overseas?" "Maybe he's skipping classes?" "Kid, I believed in you. I can't believe you're so useless. I even defended you against the trolls before!"

"He doesn't even know I'm his mate." "Not yet." Before I could respond, a piercing scream echoed through the girls' dormitory. I sat up at once. A second scream followed. Students spilled into the hallway in a panic. "What happened?" "Someone's been attacked!" I quickly pulled on my jacket and hurried outside, ignoring the dull ache in my ankle. The corridor was crowded with frightened students. A first-year witch lay unconscious near the staircase. Dark purple veins spread across her neck like twisted vines. Teachers gathered around her while the school healer examined her.