"Jerry, what did Snape want with you two? How's Filch?"
By the time Jerry and Hermione finally left the Hospital Wing and entered the Great Hall again, it was already noon. They had barely sat down at the long table and had yet to pick up their cutlery when Harry and the other two came over with their plates and sat beside them.
"Harry, I know you're anxious, but calm down!"
"But it really wasn't me!"
"Nobody said it was you. Professor Dumbledore trusts you! Filch's fine, too!" Jerry explained after taking a sip of juice.
"That's great!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Hermione, how much longer until the Polyjuice Potion is ready? We need to question Malfoy as soon as possible and find out the truth!"
Malfoy doesn't know a damn thing! Jerry thought.
"There's no point rushing now. The potion still needs at least another two weeks!"
"That long? All right, may Merlin keep anything else from happening at Hogwarts!" Harry said gloomily. Every attack had something to do with him, and now everyone was starting to suspect he was the mastermind!
"Harry, don't overthink it!"
Seeing Harry's miserable expression, Jerry offered a word of comfort.
You won't figure it out no matter how much you think! It's all Dumbledore's scheming. Just be a pawn. You're in way over your head here!
A week later, Jerry and Hermione were strolling through the Entrance Hall when they noticed a small crowd gathered around the Notice Board, intently reading the words on a piece of parchment that had just been posted.
Harry, Ron, and Neville were also gathered around the Notice Board. As soon as they saw the pair, they waved them over.
"They're starting a Duelling Club! The first meeting's tonight at eight," Seamus Finnigan said excitedly from