"Harry, what's wrong?" On the way back to Hogwarts, Ron and Neville looked at Harry's gloomy face.
Although Harry could sometimes be slyly mischievous, he actually had a fairly lively disposition. Otherwise, he would never have gotten along so well with the Twins.
When he first started school, he had thought Gryffindor was too noisy, but once he actually joined Gryffindor, he turned out to be among the rowdiest few.
The only ones who consistently outdid him were the Twins.
Harry was cheerful most of the time. Even when he was angry, he would openly sulk or launch into a torrent of abuse.
Well, there was also his sarcasm. Having learned countless verbal tricks in the Muggle world, Harry was Hogwarts' number one sarcastic jerk.
Ron and Neville had both experienced Harry's talent for insults and sarcasm.
But that only made them admire Draco all the more. If Harry had insulted or belittled them the way he did Draco, they would probably have been traumatized long ago.
Yet today, this same Harry had suddenly become incredibly gloomy. There was something sinister in his eyes. Ron thought for a long time before finding a suitable word to describe it.
Murderous intent.
Yes, there was murderous intent in Harry's eyes.
That was a rare sight. Even when Harry learned that Snape, whom he hated most, was lying half-dead in St. Mungo's Hospital, he had shown a brief moment of sadness.
Even Draco, who had viciously insulted Hermione, had only received a savage beating from Harry.
Yet now, murderous intent flickered in Harry's eyes.
Earlier, at the Three Broomsticks, Hagrid and Fudge had gone upstairs.
The second floor had been closed to the public that day.
Then, to the three boys' surprise, Professor McGonagall had arrived as well and also gone upstairs.
That