029 Failed Conversation (Part 1)

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029 Failed Conversation (Part 1) Anyway, Harry finally decided to follow Hermione's advice and talk to Bryan Watson; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have to wait until the monster in the Chamber of Secrets petrified someone again. He didn't want to be driven mad by strange looks and terrible rumors. He went back to the dormitory, changed into clean clothes, and smoothed his hair in front of the mirror because it would make him look less rebellious. "You're wasting your time, my dear!" said the mirror inlaid with gold patterns in the dormitory, in a wheezing voice. "Thank you for the reminder!" Harry responded with an annoyed expression. Harry made a special trip to Mr. Watson's office at dinnertime because that way, he wouldn't have to face too many schadenfreude looks on the way. However, when he went down to the third floor, he still bumped into the castle administrator, Argus Filch. Filch seemed to have just cried a lot. His big bulging eyes were red and watery, and the snot hanging from his ugly nose was already dragging to his double chin. When he found Harry, he immediately restrained himself. Instead of looking embarrassed, he stared at him fiercely like a wounded hyena. "Someone will get what they deserve, Potter, and it won't be long!" "What do you mean, Mr. Filch?" Harry's voice was weak, as if someone had strangled him, and he desperately wanted to figure out what Filch meant. Unfortunately, Filch stared at him, sneered, and left directly. Filch had gone to report him, there was no doubt about it. Harry couldn't lie to himself that this wasn't the case. His heart was pounding, and he wanted to run away because he was afraid that the investigator had accepted Filch's identification. If that happened, going to the office on his own would be self-inflicted. But in the end, he knocked on the door of Watson's office because the other party was a ruthless person who could fight Dumbledore in the fifth grade. If he made up his mind to send Harry to prison, except for Headmaster Dumbledore, Harry couldn't think of anyone capable of saving him. After getting permission to enter, the door of the office opened by itself. Harry stood at the door, looking around the room in fear, afraid that a rope would fly over and tie him up in a second. Bryan leaned on the back of the chair with a cup of tea in his hand. The hazy mist made his expression a little fuzzy, but judging from his tone, he wasn't offended by Harry's question. "Yeah, no!" Harry said in embarrassment. The uneasy little wizard sitting across from him made Bryan laugh. No matter how famous Harry Potter is, and no matter how bright his future is, at least for now, the immaturity and innocence he shows still haven't broken away from Bryan's perception of him as a second-year little wizard. "You must have met Mr. Filch just now, right?" Bryan sipped the bitter tea with a gentle voice. When Mr. Watson began to speak, Harry suddenly recalled the sudden encounter he had with Ron and Hagrid near Professor McGonagall's office during the Christmas vacation, and Ron's evaluation of Mr. Watson afterward. It was very much like Headmaster Dumbledore. Harry didn't feel too deeply at the time, but now, he recognized Ron's view to a certain extent. Unlike Professor Snape or Professor McGonagall, who carry a stern aura wherever they go, what makes Mr. Watson fearsome is precisely his tolerant and gentle temperament. It is brought by a natural self-confidence and a high degree of repression that makes it impossible for you to think of resisting. "Yes, Mr. Watson, I saw Filch. He looks like he just cried a lot." Harry nodded hesitantly. "What do you think it is for, Mr. Potter?" Bryan asked with great interest as he blew off the floating leaves on the surface of the tea. Harry's eyes flicked to the collar of Bryan's worn wizard robes, but he didn't speak because the question didn't need an answer. Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better, Bryan didn't intend to scare Harry anymore. He put down the teacup and prepared to get straight to the point. However, he didn't expect that Harry, who had been silent all this time, suddenly summoned up his courage. With his shining tenacity, his emerald green eyes looked directly into Bryan's eyes. "Mr. Watson, do you also think that I am the descendant of Slytherin? Do you think I opened the Chamber of Secrets?" // /FicFrenzy

029 Failed Conversation (Part 1)

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