That night, after Maca praised the students with good reflexes by name, the real training began.

Until the end of the self-study time before the lights out, Maca's endless reflexes test really tossed the young wizards a lot. In addition, there are still homework to be completed by everyone, and the night battle is inevitable.

Early the next morning, almost all of the members who attended the party had dark circles under their eyes.

"I know it's really hard, and if anyone can't hold it and wants to give up, I won't blame him."

That's it!

During the hellish training process, whenever someone showed signs of fatigue, Maca would always say this seemingly gentle and considerate sentence.

Which of the people present is not a minor child? The little wizards who can take the initiative to participate are mostly holding back their energy in their hearts! Especially since there are several bags of dog food in it...... Ah no, it's several couples. In front of the person you like, how can you say anything frustrating? It's too late to compete!

So in the end, none of them gave up in the most difficult first adaptation training, and all of them persevered. Even Zacharis Smith, who likes to complain the most, made it to the last minute.

Overall, Maca is quite satisfied. After all, as the first training, he did not discount the training intensity too much, and he was able to persevere to the end, all of which relied on perseverance. Even if there are indeed one or two of these students who are not likable, they should be the strengths, but Maca will not blindly deny them because of personal feelings.

"The weather looks good today......"

Maca tore open the curtain behind her and glanced outside, then Shi Shiran sat down on the chair, opened the book and continued to study.

He had to get to grips with it as soon as possible, and he had a lot of work to do!

Around the same time, Harry had just woken up from his sleep.

He was tired enough from last night's training, and when he came back, he was busy with a lot of homework until midnight, and as a result, he was desperately writing his homework even in his dreams.

"Ahh Can't finish it! Snape is going to be deducted points again......" Harry sat up abruptly, blinking his eyes and thinking blankly for a moment, "Oh...... It turned out to be a dream! ”

He fell back onto the bed with a "plop" and tugged at the quilt vigorously.

The bed across from him was still empty, and Ron had apparently not returned from the room yet. Usually used to the presence of Ron around him, but now that he sees less, he really feels a little unaccustomed.

After a few more moments on the bed, Harry stared at the rays of sunlight that came through the window and passed through the curtains, fine dust fluttering and swirling in the pillars of light, shimmering with golden light.

It's Saturday, so it's a good time to take a breather.

Of course, it's just a breath of relief, after all, even if there are no other emergencies to make trouble in the future. LS exam. As a student, there is no reason to relax.

Maybe it's because the daily life of the past few years has been too chaotic, and bad events have happened one after another, as if there is no end to it.

It's like an endless triwizard tournament with every day taking on a new challenge.

There was silence all around, and everyone was still asleep. If it weren't for that inexplicable dream of rushing homework that woke him up, he must be the same now, right?

The sunlight in front of me was still very low, probably not long after it had just lit up. The chirping of birds in the distance could be faintly heard, but all that was left was the slow and even breathing of the students.

Harry Fu sat up again, and he pulled back the curtains on the side of the bed, and put on his clothes one by one. Then he opened his bag, took out some parchment, quills, and inkwells, and took them out of the dormitory and towards the common room.

The fireplace in the lounge was long gone, and it was much colder than in the bedroom. Harry shuddered, and then immediately threw some dry wood into it by the fireplace.

"The flames are blazing."

He drew his wand and pointed at the firewood, and a thick flame immediately ignited the firewood, emitting a mesmerizing heat.

After a little bit of a little fire, he sat down in his favorite old armchair by the fireplace, the soft cushions of which were quite comfortable.

He laid out the parchment on the round table as he pondered what to write.

When he learned of Sirius's location from Maca, he remembered that it was time to write to the godfather. There were some things he could have said to Ron, but what he really needed was not someone to be with him in distress, but someone to soothe him when he was troubled.

Or rather, a man like his father.

Harry thought as he unscrewed the lid of the inkwell and dipped the tip of the quill in ink. But after that, the tip of his pen hung only an inch above the slightly yellowed parchment, and he could not put it down for a long time.

After a few moments, he finally realized that he seemed to be just staring at the flames in the fireplace, and he didn't know what to write.

Of course, there are a lot of things going on, and just pick a few can fill this parchment to the brim. But when it came to choosing a few things to tell Sirius, he didn't have a good idea in mind.

It was not easy to write a letter during this period. He had to find a way to change what he wanted to convey so that he could send it out with confidence, because no one knew if the letter would be taken away by someone who shouldn't have seen it, just as Hedwig had been injured before.

Harry sat there for a moment, finally straightening out his thoughts. He dipped it in the inkwell again, then scribbled on the parchment.

He mentioned his "Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson" in the letter, because it was the one that disturbed him the most.

Those big spiders were terrifying, of course, but that was in the past, and he had picked up the Gryffindor Sword again.

Well, I don't feel very good this time, and I don't show any special power. But at least he didn't fall back into the madness that scared him once, and that's a good start.

What worries him the most now is the training session last night.

In training, he clearly felt his shortcomings. Or rather, he's actually the same as everyone else, the same exhaustion, the same poor performance.

And the lightning scar on his forehead still reminds him to at least work harder for his parents. Compared to most of his classmates, he is indeed different.

That's why he was uneasy, because his difference was only manifested in the imprint left to him by one Voldemort, and beyond that, he was still nothing, and he clearly tasted his own powerlessness.

Harry read the letter several times, checking to see if he had written something he shouldn't have written. After making sure that everything was correct, he carefully sealed the parchment, drilled through the portrait hole in the common room, and walked in the direction of the owl's shack.

Probably because there are so many factors to be afraid of that the letter is not too long. By comparison, the time it took him to complete the letter was a bit too long.

By the time he stepped out of the gates of the Gryffindor Tower, the sun was already shining through most of Hogwarts. The sun hung high in the air, swaying a very different warmth from the fire in the fireplace.

The owl shack was on the top floor of the West Tower, surrounded by glassless windows, and the light barely opened his eyes.

Looking up, more window openings lined up around the spire, pillars of light projected in, crisscrossing the slightly dimly lit roof of the shed, and hundreds of owls cooing.

The early morning light seemed to make them feel a little restless, after all, owls are typical nocturnal creatures. A closer look reveals that several of them have apparently just returned from predation, with writhing woodrats on their paws.

Harry craned his neck and walked back and forth looking for Hedwig, a faint rattle of gnaws from the straw laid beneath his feet, presumably full of tiny bones.

"Hey! Hedwig! He spotted Hedwig near the top, "Come down!" There's a letter you need to deliver! ”

Hedwig let out a low groan, flapping her white wings, which had only healed a few days ago, and flew down to Harry's slightly thin shoulders.

"No problem, right? If it's not entirely good, I can have the common owl deliver the letter first......" Harry said softly, stroking her wings with some concern.

"Goo-"

Hedwig shook her head and flapped her wings again, signaling that she was fine.

"Okay, then......" Harry nodded hesitantly, "this time it's a bit far, it's going to be given to Sirius, he's in the United States now-"

"Goo-"

Hedwig grabbed the envelope in her mouth and blinked her large amber eyes to show that she understood. Then, he immediately spread his wings and flew to a certain owl stand in the center of the shed, and stopped on it.

Suddenly, a soft light swirled through her, casting a spell on her to support her long flight. Then, she kicked her legs hard, rushed out of the window, and flew into the clear sky outside.

Harry was watching Hedwig away from the sun, but at that moment, a large black bird shaped like an eagle suddenly glided from the direction of the Forbidden Forest, hovered in the air for a moment, and then fell straight towards him.

He recognized the bird, which was Maca's owl, and he had heard that it was called "Malfurion".

Just as Harry was stunned, Marfa suddenly turned around again, and her wings turned in front of the shack, drawing a black arc and flying towards the other side of the castle.

Marfa was flying so fast that Harry could barely react, only feeling his heart pounding like a drum.

It's been a long time since Maca has ridden a broomstick, and Harry, who loves Quidditch, is actually sorry, and he has always wanted to have a good match with Maca.

And just now, the beautiful flight of Maca's owl immediately reminded him of the way Maca dominated the Quidditch Cup.

“…… That black eagle is so beautiful! ”

He's reminiscing! But he didn't want a voice to suddenly appear behind him and startle him.