Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"I'm fine."

Harry quietly denied Hermione's words.

But Ron also said worriedly: "Harry, your face is really bad."

"I'm really fine!" Harry had to stress again.

Ron wanted to continue, but Harry cut him off.

"I'm fine, I'm sober, Clark is right, my strength is really too weak, so don't worry, I won't do anything stupid."

"Like?"

"Like going to Blake alone," Harry said very calmly.

At the same time, looking at the few people around Clark, there was a warm current in his heart.

Harry could see that they must have rehearsed many times when they were sleeping, how to persuade themselves, but Harry didn't say anything.

"You sure don't, are you, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"It's not worth dying for Blake," Neville said.

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched upwards slightly, and Clark laughed at this time, "Okay, haven't you heard that, he said he wouldn't go looking for Black 'alone'."

Hermione, Neville, and Ron all looked at Harry, who nodded and sighed.

"You know what I see and hear every time a Dementor gets too close to me?"

Ron and the others shook their heads, and Harry sneered.

"I heard my mother scream, how she begged Voldemort to let him go.

If you hear your mother screaming like that, you won't soon forget it. Once he learns that someone said to be his friend has betrayed him and has Voldemort come after him—"

Hermione couldn't bear it, the corners of her mouth wriggled, and she almost told the truth.

"You can't do anything!" said Ron panicked. "The Dementors will catch Black and put him back in Azkaban—he deserves it!"

"But you heard what Fudge said, too, that Blake isn't affected by dementors like most people, and it wasn't a terrible punishment for him."

"So what do you want to say?" Ron asked, looking very nervous. "You want to—kill Black or what?"

"Don't be silly," Hermione said in an unfriendly tone. "Harry didn't want to kill anyone, did he, Harry?"

"I'm not that stupid, and Clark told me before that I have a 'future'.

So I just wanted to grab him with my own hands and ask Blake in person if he had heard my mother's screams in his sleep for more than ten years. ' said Harry coldly.

Although there is still hope for the resurrection of his dead parents, it is also unacceptable for Harry to let the murderer Blake go unpunished, and he does nothing as a son.

So he ignored Ron's hard-hearted advice and turned to Clark, "As compensation for hiding from me, Clark, you have to help me."

"Harry, do you still want to pull Clark and the others into the water?" said Ron angrily.

"Listen...you know what Peter Pettigrew's mother got when Blake did it? My dad told me—Sir Merlin, First Class, and one of Peter Pettigrew's fingers, in a box.

That was the biggest corpse they could find, Blake was a lunatic, he had no humanity, Harry, he was dangerous! "

Hermione and Neville looked at each other, remembering what Clark had said yesterday about "Peter is missing".

And under the persuasion of Ron's words, Harry's original firm idea suddenly wavered again. He was not afraid of Black, but if something happened to Clark and the others when they were helping him, then he would be to blame.

Clark seemed to see his wavering, too, and waved at Ron.

"It's okay, Harry, I understand how you feel, so I won't refuse to help.

But we don't know anything about Blake's whereabouts at the moment, and even if you want to catch him, I urge you to wait patiently. "

"Malfoy knows," said Harry suddenly, "remember what he said to me in Potions class? 'If I were you, I'd definitely get revenge, and I'd go after him myself.'"

"You want to listen to Malfoy, but not our advice?" Ron didn't give up. "He's trying to provoke you and encourage you to do stupid things!"

"Malfoy's dad must have told him," Harry ignored Ron. "He was in Voldemort's inner circle—"

"Tell You-Know-Who, okay?" Ron interjected angrily.

"—so obviously the Malfoys know that Black is working for Voldemort, and they must know something—"

"Malfoy would love to see you blown up to a million pieces like Peter Pettigrew! Sober up, Malfoy just wants you to die before the Quidditch match."

"Impossible," Clark said at this time. "Malfoy was also involved in the matter of the Guaplain family's family property. It is impossible for their family to have any connection with Black."

Harry opened his mouth, but had nothing to say, Clark patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, leave everything to time, the wicked can't escape the punishment of fate after all."

"Yeah," Ron apparently tried to change the subject, "it's the first day of the holiday! It's almost Christmas! Let's — why don't we go down and see how Hagrid is? It's been a long time since I saw him."

"No!" said Hermione quickly. "Harry has to stay in the castle, Ron—"

"Okay, let's go see him now," Harry stood up directly, "I just wanted to ask him why he didn't mention Black when he told me about my parents!"

It was clearly not Ron's intention to continue discussing Black.

"Maybe we can play a magic card in the lounge," he said quickly, "it's too cold outside, and the magic card just came out with a new set - "The Lost Egyptian Civilization," I got it from George of-"

"No, go to Hagrid's!" Harry said firmly.

So the five of them took capes and scarves from the dormitory and climbed out of the portrait hole, down the empty steps, and through the oak gate.

After the winter, the Scottish Highlands are still very cold. Although it is not a drop of water, it can still exhale thick white air.

Clark and the others walked deep and shallow on the lawn, leaving grooves of different shades on the powdery and crystalline snow. The socks on their feet and the hem of the cloak were wet and frozen. .

Under the blue sky in the distance, the Forbidden Forest looked as if it had been enchanted, with every tree gleaming with silver, and in this case Hagrid's big wooden house looked like a large icing shard. cake.

Ron stepped forward and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"He's not going out, is he?" Hermione said, wrapping her thick cloak tightly around her.

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Ron pressed his ear to the wooden door.

"There was a strange noise," he said. "It sounded—like fangs."

Harry put his ear to the door too, and a low, throbbing whimper came from the cabin.

"Would you like someone to come over?" Ron asked nervously.

"Hagrid!" Harry yelled, banging on the door. "Hagrid, are you in there?"

He and Ron thumped several times in a row, and the reaction in the room became stronger, and they even heard the sound of claws scratching at the wooden door.

Just when they were hesitating whether they should break in directly, a thick voice suddenly sounded from behind several people.

"What are you doing!"

At the edge of the forbidden forest, heavy snowflakes fell from the treetops, Hagrid was wearing the fur coat he often wore, and his huge body squeezed out from the gap.

"Isn't it telling you not to run out of the castle casually?" Hagrid yelled loudly as he approached, waving the dead pheasant in his hand to strengthen his tone.

"We just wanted to come and see you," Harry explained quickly. "We called you for a long time, but no one responded. We were a little worried..."

Hagrid pushed open the door. "I went into the woods just now to help Charlie."

The hound Fang Fang happily rushed to Harry and them and circled them.

"Okay, okay, come in first." Hagrid greeted them, placing a copper pot on the fire, "Wait, I'll find some tea first."

"Don't bother, we'll just sit and go," Clark shouted, but Hagrid didn't listen.

"Okay, I found it," he picked up a paper bag the size of a palm. "I haven't touched the Sri Lankan black tea Charlie gave me."

Harry was about to speak while Hagrid was making tea when Ron asked, "How are you doing, Hagrid? I mean, how have you been?"

"Very bad, terrible!" Hagrid complained, finding a few more huge wooden cups.

"The paradise in the dragon farm is about to open, and Charlie can't do it alone, so I have to help him.

I didn't do well in the Conservation of Magical Creatures class last year. The kids were always listless in my class, and I was going to catch some interesting guys in the forbidden forest.

And those dementors, they were flying around the school, which made me feel really bad. "

Hagrid filled the cup in front of them with hot tea and gave a sudden jolt.

"Every time I want to go to the Three Broomsticks for a few drinks, I have to pass them, and it feels like I'm back in Azkaban—"

He was silent, poured himself a cup of tea, and sipped it.

Both Harry and Ron looked at him with bated breath; they had never heard Hagrid mention his brief imprisonment in Azkaban.

Only Clark comforted him warmly, "It must have been a terrible experience, but all this has passed, and the person who framed you in the first place has also received retribution."

"Yeah, honestly, that's a scary place!" said Hagrid softly.

"There's never been a place like there, you know, on the first day I was there, I thought I was going mad and had horrible things in my head... the day I was expelled from Hogwarts ...the day my father died..."

As he spoke, his eyes slowly filled with tears. Clark knew that Hagrid and his father had always had a deep relationship.

"After a while, you don't know who you are, and you don't know what it means to be alive.

For a few days in Azkaban, I even wished I'd died in my sleep... When they released me, it felt like I was reborn, and everything turned out fine .

It was the most beautiful feeling in the world, you know, the Dementors wouldn't let me go. "

"But you're innocent!" Hermione complained for him.

Hagrid grunted in anger.

"Do you think they value this? They don't care, they don't care who's innocent as long as someone is there and they can get used to it."

Seeing how depressed he was, Harry, who was going to ask about Black, had a rare understanding and understanding, so he didn't speak.

So after drinking their tea and sitting down and talking for a while, they got up and said their goodbyes.

Over the next few days, in various parts of the castle, the colorful Christmas decorations were quickly arranged as in previous years.

Although there are few students staying on campus, the teachers still want the remaining classmates to have better memories.

So thick ribbons of holly and mistletoe were pulled up the empty corridors, and each suit of armor shone with a mysterious light.

In the auditorium, twelve Christmas trees were placed as usual, with golden stars floating on the trees, shining brightly.

In addition to these dreamy decorations, the entire corridor is filled with a strong and seductive fragrance that pierces people's noses. People can't help but drool. Even Hermione's pet cat is greedy. I have to leave early and come back late, I don’t know where to go for food.

Clark and Neville were the first to get up on Christmas morning, and then Ron, who threw a pillow at Harry's bed, woke him up too.

"Hey, Merry Christmas, Harry!"

"Merry Christmas!" Harry reached for his bedside table, picked up his eyes and put them on.

"Hurry up and open the presents, Clark and the others are making breakfast downstairs."

Harry heard the words, UU reading www.uukanshu.com in the half-darkness and squinting to the foot of the bed, he saw that a small pile of packages had appeared there, and Ron was tearing up his own gift. wrapping paper.

"Mum sent me another hooded sweater...and it's dark red again, see if you got one too."

Harry dug out the gift Mrs Weasley had sent. As Ron said, it was also a scarlet hooded sweater with a Gryffindor lion knitted on the front of the sweater.

In addition, the kind lady sent him a dozen home-baked mince pies, some Christmas pastries, and a large box of pralines.

In addition to these, Ron gave him a new set of magic cards, and Hermione gave him a pair of magic glasses that can be waterproof, dustproof, fogproof and automatically adjust the degree.

Hagrid sent a bracelet woven with silver and white hemp rope.

Just as Harry was fiddling with the bracelet Hagrid had given him, a tantalizing scent came from the door, and then Clark walked in with two trays of breakfast.

"Gifts...hs! Harry, who gave this to you?"