"Duten, why are you ......?"

Harry said with an excited face. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Alright, let's wipe the blood first."

Duten stopped Harry and handed him a tissue.

Harry took it and quickly wiped the nosebleed off his face.

"Why are you here?"

When the blood was wiped clean, Harry looked up and asked.

"Oh my God, Harry." However, before Du Teng could answer, a familiar voice reached his ears.

It's Tonks.

"Alright, Harry, I'm just passing through here, what's the matter, let's talk about it back to school. I have other things, see you later. ”

Du Ten said, disappearing from the spot again.

God mysterious.

I don't know what I'm up to.

Harry muttered.

"Don't talk weird, we have to get out of here, quick," Tonks said as he tugged at him, the windows were blurred with moisture, and the train had begun to leave the station.

"Hurry up, we've got to jump." Harry hurriedly followed her into the hallway.

Tonks opened the door and jumped onto the platform, which looked a little slippery as the train had already started.

Harry jumped down as well, and before he could stagger to his feet, he saw the steaming red locomotive pick up speed and turn around and disappear.

The cold night breeze soothed the pain in Harry's nose, and Tonks looked at Harry; Harry felt angry and embarrassed because he was in such a ridiculous position when he was discovered. Tonks silently returned the cloak of invisibility to Harry.

"Who did it?"

"Draco Malfoy," Harry said in disgust. "Thank you for coming...... Hmmm......"

"It's alright," Tonks didn't smile.

Harry saw in the darkness that she was still the same as she had last time at the Burrow, her hair was gray-brown and her expression looked miserable.

"If you stand still, I can fix your nose."

Tonks said.

Harry wasn't too much of an idea; He had planned to go to Madam Pomfrey, the nurse at the school, and he still had a little more confidence in Madam Pomfrey when it came to the healing spell, but it seemed rude to say so, so he closed his eyes and stood firm.

"Stop the pain and stop the bleeding," Tonks read.

Harry felt that his nose was very hot at first, then very cold. He cautiously touched his hand. It seems to be already.

"Thank you!"

"You'd better put on that cloak and we'll be able to walk to school," Tonks said, still grimacing, as Harry put on the cloak and waved his wand; A large silver-white quadruped erupted from the tip of its wand and galloped into the darkness.

"Is that a patronus?" Harry asked, he'd seen Dumbledore send messages like this before.

"Yes, I'm going to tell the people in the castle that I've found you, so they don't have to worry about it. Let's go, we'd better not lose time. They set off for the path leading to the school.

"You, how did you find me?"

"Then you have to ask Du Teng, he found you."

"Duten, what has he been up to lately, and what are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"Duten has his job, our job is not the same, and as for me, I'm now stationed in Hogsmeade to give the school extra protection," Tonks said.

"Are you the only one there, or—?"

"No, Prawford, Savage, and Dlux are here, too."

"Delix, is that the Auror who was attacked by Dumbledore last year?"

"Yes." So they trudged along the dark and deserted path, following the freshly imprinted marks of the carriage. Harry looked at Tonks next to him under his cloak. Last year, she was so fond of asking questions, sometimes to the point of being a little bored, and so much laughing and amusing. But now she is much older, and she looks more serious and determined.

Tonks didn't speak, and neither did Harry, he just felt cold shivering now.

So the two of them just walked silently through the cold night, Tonks' long cloak rattling on the ground behind them.

He used to travel through this section in a carriage, so Harry had never realised how far it was to get from Hogsmeade Station to Hogwarts.

Finally Harry was relieved to see the tall pillars on either side of the school gates, each topped with a winged boar. He was cold and hungry, and only longed to leave this new, gloomy Tonks behind. But when Harry reached out and pushed the door, he found that it had been chained.

"Alaho Cave Open!" Harry confidently pointed his wand at the padlock, but nothing happened.

"That doesn't work," Tonks said, "Dumbledore himself enchanted them. Harry looked around.

"I can go over the wall," he proposed.

"You can't flip," Tonks said weakly. "They've all been cast with anti-invasion spells. This summer, school security has increased hundredfold. ”

"Alright then," Harry began to get a little annoyed with Tonks who couldn't help, "I guess I'll have to sleep here until tomorrow morning." ”

"Someone came to pick you up," Tonks said. "Look."

A lantern appeared in a corner at the far end of the castle, moving up and down. Harry was overjoyed, and he felt that he could tolerate even Filch's old-fashioned criticism and rebuke for his procrastination, or the ranting threats to improve his punctuality with thumb clips.

It wasn't until the yellow light was only ten feet away from the two of them, and he had taken off his invisibility cloak and reappeared, that Harry noticed the hooked nose that reflected the light, and Severus Snape with long greasy black hair, and a pure disgust rushed through his head.

"Yes, yes, yes," Snape said with a sneer, pulling out his wand and tapping it on the padlock, the chain slid down like a snake, and the door creaked open. "Glad you showed up, Potter, but it's clear that you think wearing a school robe would hurt your looks."

"I can't change it, I don't have mine—" Harry began, but Snape interrupted him.

"Don't wait, Nymphadora, Potter is in my hands—ah—pretty safe."

"I was going to let Hagrid get the news," Tonks frowned.

"Hagrid didn't make it to the opening party, just like Potter here, so I took it for him. By the way," Snape stepped aside to let Harry in, "I'm interested in your new Patronus. ”

Snape slammed the door shut in front of Tonks, waved his wand again, and the chains slid back to their original positions.

"I think your original one is better," Snape's voice was unmistakably malicious. "The new one looks useless."

Snape turned the lantern around, and Harry saw a flash of shock and annoyance on Tonks' face.

But she was immediately plunged into darkness again.

"Good night," Harry and Snape said as they turned to Tonks as they walked towards the school, "thank you...... Everything. ”

"Goodbye, Harry."

Snape didn't speak for about a minute.

Harry felt a wave of hatred in his body, so strong that Snape didn't feel it burning him, which seemed incredible.

Harry hated Snape from the first time he met him, but Snape's attitude towards Sirius made it impossible for Harry to forgive him.

"I think I should deduct fifty points from Gryffindor for being late," Snape said. "And, let me think, you should deduct another twenty points from your Muggle outfit. You know, I don't believe any house has a score that turns negative so early in the semester - we haven't even started eating pudding yet. You may have set another record, Potter. ”

The fury and hatred that fluttered in Harry's heart seemed to burn hot, but he would rather stay frozen in the train back to London than tell Snape why he was late.

"I guess you might want to go in, huh?" Snape continued. "Without flying cars, you think breaking into the auditorium in the middle of a party should be a sensation."

Harry remained silent, his lungs exploding. He knew that Snape had gone to pick him up so that he could be irritated and tormented for a few minutes without being heard.

They finally reached the steps of the castle, and when the oak door was opened, revealing the foyer with countless flags, the sound of laughter and the clatter of cups and plates came through the open door of the Great Hall.

Harry had hoped that he could sneak into the cloak of invisibility so that he could slip into his seat at the Gryffindor table without being noticed.

Snape, however, seemed to read his thoughts, saying, "No cloaks. You can let everyone see you walk in, and I'm sure that's the way you want it to. ”

Harry immediately walked straight to the open door: he would do anything to get rid of Snape.

There were four long collegiate tables in the hall of the auditorium, a faculty table at the end of the house, and the ceiling was decorated as before with floating candles, which glittered the dishes below. But it was a vague light to Harry, for he was walking so fast that people hadn't really started noticing him when he passed the Hufflepuff table, and when they started to get up to get a good look at him, he had already found Ron and Hermione, so he quickened his way down the bench towards them, and squeezed between them to sit down.

"Where are you going - oh my God, what's wrong with your face?" Ron said, glaring at Harry along with the people around him.

"What, is there something wrong?" Harry said, grabbing a spoon and glancing at his distorted avatar.

"You're covered in blood!" Hermione said. "Come here—" she said, holding up her wand, "remove the dirt and dirt!" ”

Sucked the blood off Harry's face.

"Thank you," Harry said, touching his now clean face. "What does my nose look like?"

"Normal," Hermione said uneasily. "Why is it not normal? Harry, what's going on? We were all terrified! ”

"I'll tell you later." Harry replied briefly.

He noticed that Ginny, Neville, Dean, and Seamus were eavesdropping on them; Even Nick, who was almost headless, the ghost of Gryffindor, floated over from the side of the stool to join the eavesdroppers.

"But—" Hermione said.

"Not now, Hermione," Harbin hinted in a meaningful tone. He hoped they would all think he had done something heroic, preferably with a few Death Eaters and a Dementor or something. Of course, Malfoy will definitely spread the story as much as he can, but there is still a chance that it will not be heard by too many Gryffindor students.

He crossed Ron to grab a chicken leg and a handful of fries, but before he could touch them, the food on the plate was gone, replaced by various puddings.

"You missed the sorting ceremony, whatever," Hermione said, as Ron pounced on a chunk of chocolate cream cake.

"Did the Sorting Hat say anything interesting?" Harry took a slice of syrupy fruit tart.

"It's pretty much the same, really...... Suggesting that everybody band together to face a common enemy or something, you know. ”

"Did Dumbleder mention Voldemort?"

"Not yet, but he's usually going to save up his unique speech for dinner, isn't he? It won't be too long to wait. ”

"Snape said Hagrid was late—"

"Did you meet Snape? How did you meet it? Ron's mouth was filled with cream cake.

"Just bumped into it," Harry replied vaguely.

"Hagrid was only a few minutes late," Hermione said. "Look, he's waving at you, Harry."

Harry looked over to the faculty desk, and Hagrid was literally waving at him, and Harry grinned at him.

Hagrid's nobility was always incommensurate with the nobility of Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, who sat together as high as Hagrid's elbows and shoulders, and seemed a little unimpressed by Hagrid's warm greeting. Harry was also surprised to see Professor Trelawney, the divination teacher, sitting on the other side of Hagrid; Trelawney rarely left the room in her tower, and never attended the opening party.

She still looked as odd as ever, with shiny beads on her body, a few scarves wrapped around her, and her eyes were huge behind the lenses of her glasses. Harry had always thought she was just a liar, but at the end of last semester Harry was shocked to discover that she had made the prophecy that caused Voldemort to kill Harry's parents and try to kill him.

This made him even more reluctant to stay with her, but thankfully he didn't have to take any more divination classes this semester.

Trelawney's lighthouse-like eyes turned to him; He quickly moved his gaze to the Slytherin table.

Draco Malfoy was mimicking a broken nose, prompting a burst of laughter and applause.

Harry looked down at his syrupy fruit tart, feeling angry again.

He was willing to do whatever it took to have a one-on-one duel with Malfoy......

"So what is Professor Slavhorn going to do?" Hermione asked.

"I'll talk about it later, Dumbledore is going to speak."

Harry hurriedly looked up, and sure enough, on the faculty seat, Dumbledore had already stood up, and the auditorium was quiet for a very short time.