“…… So, what does the prophesied "silent" mean? ”

Last night, as Harry asked the question, the Gryffindor common room door suddenly opened, and a solemn and unquestioning voice interrupted his question.

"When it's time to go to bed, what are you doing in the lounge? When I went back to my bedroom, I got moving, immediately, immediately! ”

Professor McGonagall's eyes were still bloodshot, but her state seemed to have stabilized completely, and she had returned to her usual Harsh Hogwarts Headmaster, who was even stricter with herself.

Oh no! Now, she's the interim acting principal.

Under Professor McGonagall's steadfast chase, the lion cubs all rose to their feet one after another, scrambling out of the common room.

Harry, of course, they were also in the crowd, and walked up the stairs to the dormitory.

To be honest, there are really not many students who can really sleep well that night. Even Ron, who is usually heartless, rarely fell asleep very late, and he didn't sleep soundly.

On such a solemn day, only the law-abiding nature is still unfazed. Even the death of the world-renowned wizard Dumbledore is just one missing life that can be seen everywhere in this world.

Last night's haze still did not turn into cold raindrops pouring down, but quietly dispersed in the early morning of the next day.

The clouds in the blue sky fluttered leisurely, and under the depiction of the first rays of the morning sun, a little golden glow was added.

Although the weather has been getting colder lately, everyone has been waking up early today.

Almost everyone walks out of the castle gate as they pass by the foyer, shivering in the cold wind outside the door, tiptoeing to look at the lawn under the Astronomical Tower.

But there, apart from the slightly overwhelmed withered grass, there was nothing else to care about.

If it weren't for the fact that when I went to the auditorium for breakfast, I found that I could no longer see the kind figure sitting in the center of the faculty seat, and everyone really couldn't have a corresponding sense of the old man's passing.

All of this seems to tell everyone that the boundary between life and death actually only exists in everyone's cognition. If everyone can no longer feel the presence of that person, that is the meaning of death.

In the corner of the Gryffindor table, Harry and Ron sat together, wordlessly eating the bread on their plates. The jam was close to them, but none of them were in the mood to spread it on bread now.

Wouldn't it be nice to expose your stomach to hunger alarms? You know, no matter how rich the meal is in front of you, as long as you die, you will never be able to eat it again!

"Harry." Ron called out whimsily.

"What?"

Harry chewed on the bread in his mouth, feeling like he couldn't even eat the wheat he should have.

"What I just thought—" Ron took a sip of milk and slipped the contents of his mouth down his throat, "we should have more respect for Nick who almost lost his head in the future." ”

"Ahh ”

"You say, Dumbledore......" Ron paused a little hesitantly at the mention of the name, "...... Will he become a ghost? ”

"Who knows?" Harry shook his head, "How the ghosts are formed, even they don't know...... It is said that if you die with strong regret, you may become a ghost, but it doesn't seem to be the case. ”

After Harry said this, the two of them realized that they had lost their topic again. They stared at each other for a few rounds, and then simply buried themselves in the arduous business of nibbling bread again.

Just then, a figure blew up from the auditorium door like a gust of wind and quickly came behind the two of them.

"Have you finished eating? Hurry up, we need to cheer up! ”

Harry and Ron looked back in amazement, and at first glance they saw Hermione's unkempt brown hair and her nose slightly dilated with gasp.

"What's going on?"

"It should be a good thing - Hagrid is back!" Hermione replied quickly.

"Really?" Ron said suspiciously, "Didn't you just say in the common room that you were going to go to the library first?" How do you know? ”

Before the words fell, a figure a few steps slower than Hermione also chased after her softly.

Hermione was visibly awkward, but she tugged at the man's sleeve and explained, "It was Lou—Miss Lovegood told me." ”

“…… I was walking in front and saw a 'big-tall'. ”

Luna was pulled by Hermione's sleeve and staggered a few steps, but she didn't care, and even opened her arms and gestured.

"W-how big!" She explained in a trance.

Hagrid is huge, but isn't that common knowledge at Hogwarts? Luna only started school a year later than them, so she should have been used to it for a long time, right?

Ron looked at the girl with long pale blonde hair with some confusion, and thought to himself that she was indeed a little strange as the rumors had said.

Harry, who was sitting next to Ron, looked away a little uncomfortably after seeing Luna. He still seems to have a grudge for what hurt Luna in the first place, and he doesn't dare to look at this girl.

"Good morning?" Luna tilted her head and greeted them with slightly misty eyes.

"Ah...... Well, good morning. ”

Harry looked at the air beside Luna and nodded.

"Don't 'good morning', hurry up and finish eating, we need to be back before the first class starts!" Hermione crossed her waist with one hand and pointed at them urging.

The two of them hurriedly stuffed the bread into their mouths, choking on milk in their mouths. After a while, the four of them left the Great Hall in a hurry, and hurried to the hunting lodge on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh - I knew I should have changed into a thick sweater today, it was so cold!"

Walking briskly along the path of the vestibule, Ron shrugged his shoulders and hunched his neck, his hands wrapped around his arms, cold as he breathed.

“…… It's better to put on a scarf again! Harry added duly enough.

This time, Hermione was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic, and did not criticize the two boys for their verbosity. Because she didn't wear much today, her thin robe fluttered in the wind, and she couldn't stop the cold wind one after another.

Hogwarts Castle is huge, and the vestibule is naturally quite open, so once the wind is in season, it will definitely blow like you don't need money.

Luna, on the other hand, still had a leisurely demeanor—her house was located on an unusually wide hillside, and she was used to howling winds.

And the main thing is that she has not been afraid of the cold since she was a child.

It's just that the three of them looked at her neck exposed to the cold wind and her long hair swaying with the wind, and they only felt colder!

Fortunately, Hagrid's hut wasn't far away, and soon they could see it clearly. In the faint sunlight that hides in the clouds from time to time, some of the old hunting lodges seem to have some life.

The roof chimney, which had not been moving for a long time, was now rising with curling smoke, blown farther away by the wind in the air.

As soon as the three of them saw this, they all subconsciously quickened their pace of progress, and Luna followed unhurriedly. They made their way to the wooden door excitedly, and Harry raised his hand and knocked a few times.

Suddenly, a nostalgic noisy barking of dogs sounded behind the wooden door.

"Hagrid, we—it's us!" Harry shouted as he leaned against the crack in the door.

"Oh-yes, yes, so soon?" A slightly hoarse voice came out, "I thought you would be a little late!" The water hasn't boiled yet—"

Immediately, there was a sound of footsteps in the room, a little heavy, but reassuring.

"Seriously, I've missed you a little - get out of the way! Get out of the way! You Flober, get down a little bit—"

Hagrid's voice sounded happy, causing Harry and Ron to look at Hermione.

"You...... Haven't told Hagrid yet? Harry said with some heaviness.

"Well, no......" Hermione shook her head, "I haven't been here yet...... As soon as Miss Lovegood told me, I ran to call you. ”

As they spoke, the wooden door creaked open, and the next moment, Hagrid's head protruded through the crack.

Hermione subconsciously turned her head to look, and then immediately screamed.

"Oh, be quiet!" Hagrid hurriedly said, "Come in, come in!" Miss Lovegood said she was going to let you know, but I didn't expect you to move so fast-"

"Hagrid, where's that 'big-tall'?"

Luna didn't seem to care about their performance at all, and she gestured again, a slightly curious look.

"Oh! Didn't I tell you about it? Don't talk about that again......" Hagrid waved his hand and pushed the children through the doorframe.

Then, with a "bang", the wooden door closed tightly.

"I'm sorry, Hagrid...... I just ......" Hermione said as she stood by the door, looking at Hagrid in disbelief, "Oh...... How the hell did you get this? ”

Hagrid's hair was almost all tangled, and there seemed to be some dark red, coagulated blood clots in it. The left eye was swollen high, and the eye was narrowed into a thin slit, showing a shiny blue-purple color.

On every inch of skin that everyone could see, there were all kinds of scars, and in some places even the bleeding had not stopped.

Maybe one or two ribs had been broken, which made him act a little cautiously, and from time to time he would grin the corners of his mouth and "hiss" the cold air.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Hagrid pretended to be relaxed, "Would you like a cup of tea?" It's weirdly cold outside today......"