Chapter 170

On Monday morning, the news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and was now lying in the hospital wing like the dead spread like wildfire through the school. Instantly, rumors flew in all directions, and suspicion hung thick in the air. First-years were now constantly huddling in tight groups of three or more, afraid that if they wandered off alone, they'd be the next victims.

Ron was distraught and looked worse by the day.

During this period, students secretly bought all kinds of amulets and talismans behind the teachers’ backs—charms, warding objects, and all sorts of oddities.