"I'm going to kill Malfoy! He changed my cup!" Harry hid himself in a thick curtain on the bed and said in a muffled tone.

Harry felt that he had no shame to meet people. Now he just wanted to leave Hogwarts overnight and go to a place where no one knew him. He was willing to give all his gold coins and even fireboats, just to make people forget what happened today.

Ron pursed his lips tightly, his cheeks flushed. He coughed lightly and said, "Don't think so badly, Harry, you can think about it better, for example, you are pretty now, better than Hermione..."

"Ron!" Harry said angrily, his voice as crisp as a little girl.

"Ahem..." Hermione glared at Ron and comforted, "Harry, you can stay here these days. I will send you class notes and homework..."

It was noon, and a group of young wizards ran over to see Harry, and the Weasley twins were particularly loud.

"Harry, don't be sad, you are the girl of Gryffindor!" Fred said.

"No, no, it's Harley? Actually, I really want to try that potion..." George said.

Harry had to hold the curtain tightly so that he would not be seen by the scoundrel guys. He also needed to be on guard against Colin Clivie, because the little wizard always wanted to put the camera in. If he really took his current appearance, Harry felt that he had to say goodbye to Hogwarts.

Fortunately, Mrs. Pomfrey came to relieve Harry and drove the noisy guys out.

Harry's room was quiet again, and he lay in bed blankly, as if he had lost his dream.

...

During class in the afternoon, everyone was discussing Harry's affairs. I believe that for a long time, this will be the topic of conversation that the little wizards enjoyed.

"You said, do I want to tell the Prophet Daily about this? They are definitely willing to publish it and make Porter popular all over the country." Draco said proudly.

"That's too immoral, Draco!" Daphne said with her cheeks red, "I really don't know you would do this..."

"Haha, this is called wit!" Draco said with a smile.

"It's quite interesting. I have to say, Porter is pretty." Theodore coughed lightly.

"Theodore, why do you agree with this?" Daphne said, "He is not pretty. If it were Brian, he would definitely be much better than Porter..." She suddenly stopped and covered her mouth, and the exposed skin turned into a bright pink.

The group of people suddenly burst into laughter. Brian glanced at Daphne speechlessly, thinking that he would be more alert when eating in the future.

The afternoon class ended soon, and Brian once again used the time converter and came to the House of Responsibility for requests.

He first sorted out all the research materials about ominousness, placed them on the table, then closed his eyes slightly, recalling what he saw and heard.

His birthday party should have begun at this time, but he did not leave and planned to go there later using the time converter to go there.

Brian continued to sort out everything this semester and prepare the most.

I don't know how long it took, but the door of the house that would be answered for whatever request was opened, and he walked in with a smile on his face.

"You're late..." Brian said, "Can I tell me what clues can I get? I won't need to use Fuling agent."

Yes, Brian plans to use the Fuling agent once to see if he can find clues about ominousness. He believes that opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared, and using the Fuling agent in advance may help him prepare earlier.

"Why don't you need a lucky spirit agent?" He smiled and said, "I can't say anything anyway."

"Okay." Brian nodded and took out the small bottle of Fuling Agent. The golden medicine inside looked like melted gold, shining with a golden luster.

Brian pinched the dose and took a small sip, just enough for him to get an hour of lucky time.

The Fuling agent slid down his throat, and soon, an extremely excited feeling flowed all over his body, as if there were unlimited opportunities and everything was no longer difficult.

Brian only felt that he could do anything, and it was easy to do. This feeling of arrogance made him a little resistant, and the strong confidence that surged in his heart made him extremely conflicted.

"Don't resist it, Brian." He said with a smile on the future.

Brian didn't resist that feeling anymore. He stood up, paced back and forth for a few steps, then took out the bottle of Fuling agent and said, "I think I want to take a sip." He took another sip.

"It's amazing, this thing is delicious." Brian narrowed his eyes and looked at the information placed on the table.

"Well, this book gives me a good feeling..."

He picked up the book and read it casually. It was a book about ominous speculation. The author believed that ominousness was locking the prey through the searchlight-like eyes. Ominousness saw you, and you saw ominousness again, then you were locked by ominousness.

Brian finds this statement quite interesting.

"I have to check it out..." Brian put the book aside and turned his attention to other information. He suddenly felt that it would be better judging from the time interval between the victims being attacked.

"The time interval between the first victim and the second victim witnessing the ominous is exactly ten years..." Brian's eyes lit up, "It's exactly ten years, it's all at 9:30 p.m.."

"When it comes to the third and fourth victims, the interval between them is more than ten years or so. The fifth victim is a goblin, twenty-three years later..."

Later, the victims saw that the ominous time became more and more irregular, about ten years and decades, but researchers generally believed that the long interval was because some people were missing in the middle, and those poor guys died silently without telling anyone.

"But the time intervals of ominous occurrence are greater than or equal to ten years." Brian came to this conclusion, which is consistent with what Dumbledore said.

"But why? Is it ominous that I am not hungry for ten years, or is it limited?" Brian thought with a burning look, "For example, can he appear in this world every ten years?"

"And..." Brian closed his eyes, "It was exactly ten years at the beginning, but then it became more irregular... And the last victim, Billyles, saw the ominous at noon ten years ago, and it was exactly ten years."

"It's like deliberately covering up this time interval..." Brian used a psychological method and silently analyzed, "Is it ominous and thoughtful? No one can escape its clutches. It doesn't need to cover up at all, and it doesn't need to be alert to humans..."

Brian suddenly opened his eyes: "Only humans are so cautious and alert to humans!"

He stood up and frowned, his brows tightly: "Can ominousness be controlled by humans? From this perspective, the previous few times can be seen as experimenting with ominous abilities, while the latter is concealment..."

"Of course, it could be controlled by other intelligent races, such as goblins."

"Then, when we get to me, the time interval is exactly ten years..." Brian lowered his eyes and thought, "It seems like he can't wait to use ominousness to get rid of me?"

Brian narrowed his eyes and remembered the man in black robe outside the Christmas manor.

"But, who did I offend?" Brian thought, screechingly, but even Fuling agent did not point him in the direction.

"So, does this mean that if I can escape the ominous attack this time, I will get ten years of breathing?" Brian said to him in the future.

"Maybe, uh..." He suddenly stopped in the future, his eyes becoming extremely bright.

"What did you think of?" Brian stared at him.

"Who knows?" He said mysteriously in the future.

"Okay." Brian didn't think about it, and he walked out of the house of requests and took out the time converter. "I think I should go back now."

He turned the time converter three times and then walked straight toward the common room.

Along the way, Brian stopped being on guard as usual. He even wanted to hum.

He walked lightly through the stone wall of the common room. It was quiet inside.

"Brian, you're finally here!" Draco waved to him, "Come with me!"
Chapter completed!