"I'm fine."

Harry calmly denied Hermione's words.

But Ron was also a little worried and said, "Harry, you really don't have a good face. ”

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

Ron was about to continue, but Harry cut him off.

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

"For example?"

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

At the same time, looking at the people around Clarke, a warm current also welled up in his heart.

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

"Are you sure you won't, are you, Harry?" Hermione asked.

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

The corners of Harry's mouth tugged slightly upward, and Clark smiled as well, "Well, haven't you heard yet, he said he wouldn't be looking for Blake 'alone'. ”

Hermione, Neville, and Ron all looked at Harry, and he nodded and let out a long sigh.

"Do 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 scoffed.

"I heard my mother's screams and how she begged Voldemort to let me go.

If you hear your mother screaming like that, you won't forget it anytime soon. Once he learns that someone who is said to be his friend has betrayed him, let Voldemort hunt him down—"

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

"You can't do anything!" Ron panicked, "The Dementors will capture Black and put him back in Azkaban - he deserves it!" ”

"But you've heard what Fudge said, Black doesn't get affected by Dementors like most people, and that's not a terrible punishment for him."

"And what do you want to say?" Ron asked, looking very nervous, "Do you want to- kill Blake or what?" ”

"Don't be stupid," Hermione's tone was unfriendly, "Harry doesn't want to kill anyone, does he, Harry?" ”

"I'm not that stupid, Clark told me before that I still 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. Harry said coldly.

Although there is still hope for the resurrection of his dead parents, Harry cannot accept that Blake, the murderer, should be left unpunished while he does nothing as a son.

So he ignored Ron's bitter advice and turned his head directly to look at Clark, "As compensation for you hiding from me, Clark, you have to help me."

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

"Listen...... Do you know what Peter Pettigrew's mom got after Blake got it? My dad told me that the Order of the Order of the Merlin, 1st class, and one of Peter Pettigrew's fingers, was in the box.

It was the biggest piece of body they could ever find, Blake was a madman, he was inhuman, Harry, he was dangerous! ”

Hermione and Neville glanced at each other, remembering what Clark had said yesterday, "Peter is nowhere to be found."

And Harry, persuaded by Ron's words, suddenly wavered in his original firm thoughts, he was not afraid of Blake, but if something happened to Clark while they were helping him, then he would be to blame.

Clark seemed to see his wavering and waved at Ron.

"It's okay, Harry, I understand your feelings, so I'm not going to say no to helping.

However, we still don't know anything about Blake's whereabouts, and even if you try to catch him, I advise you to be patient and wait for the right time. ”

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

"You will listen to Malfoy, but not our counsel?" Ron hasn't given up yet, "He's trying to provoke you and encourage you to do stupid things!" ”

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

"Say the mystery man, okay?" Ron interjected angrily.

"-So apparently, the Malfoys knew that Black was working for Voldemort, and their family must know something-"

"Malfoy would love to see you blown to a million pieces like Peter Pettigrew! Be sober, Malfoy only wants you to kill yourself before a Quidditch match. ”

"Impossible," Clark opened at this point, "Malfoy was also involved in the matter of distributing the Lake's family property, and it is impossible for their family to have a connection with Black." ”

Harry opened his mouth, but there was nothing to say, Clarke patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, leave everything to time, the wicked will not escape the punishment of fate after all." ”

"That's it," Ron was visibly trying to change the subject, "it's the first day of the holiday!" It's almost Christmas! How about we- why don't we go down and see Hagrid? It's been a long time since I've seen him. ”

"No way!" Hermione immediately said, "Harry needs to stay in the castle, Ron—"

"Okay, we'll go see him now," Harry said, standing up, "just as I wanted to ask him why he didn't mention Blake when he told me about my parents!" ”

It was clearly not Ron's intention to continue discussing the Blake matter.

"Maybe we can play a magic card in the break room," he said quickly, "It's too cold outside, and the magic card has just come out of a new deck - Lost Egyptian Civilization, which I got from George—"

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

So the five of them took their cloaks and scarves from the dormitory, climbed out of the portrait hole, and walked down the empty steps and through the oak gates.

In winter, the Scottish Highlands are still very cold, although it is not dripping into ice, but it can also exhale a thick white air.

Clark walked on the lawn, leaving grooves of varying shades on the powdery snow, socks on their feet and the hem of their cloaks wet and frozen.

Under the clear blue sky in the distance, the Forbidden Forest looked as if enchanted, and every tree was shining silver, in this case, Hagrid's big log cabin looked like a large cake sprinkled with frosting.

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.

Ron pressed his ear to the wooden door.

"There was a strange sound," he said, "to hear—like teeth." ”

Harry pressed his ear to the door, and a low, throbbing sobs came from the cabin.

"Do you want to call someone?" Ron asked nervously.

"Hagrid!" Harry banged on the door and shouted, "Hagrid, are you in there?" ”

He and Ron thrashed several times in a row, and the reaction in the room intensified, and the two of them even heard the sound of claws scratching the wooden door.

Just as they were hesitating whether to 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, and Hagrid, dressed in the fur coat he usually wore, his huge body squeezing out of the cracks.

"Didn't you stop running out of the castle?" As he approached, Hagrid shouted at him, waving the dead pheasant in his hand to reinforce his tone.

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

Hagrid pushed the gate open, "I just went to the woods to help Charlie." ”

Tooth of the Hound happily rushed up to Harry and circled them.

"Alright, alright, let's come in first." Hagrid beckoned to them as he placed a copper kettle on the fire, "Wait, I'll get the tea first." ”

"Don't bother, let's sit and go." Clark shouted, but Hagrid didn't listen.

"Alright, I found it," he said, holding up a palm-sized paper bag, "the Sri Lankan black tea Charlie gave me, and I haven't touched it yet." ”

While Hagrid was making tea, Harry was about to speak, and Ron preemptively asked, "How's it going, Hagrid?" I mean, how are you doing? ”

"It's bad, it's terrible!" Hagrid grumbled, and found several large wooden cups.

"The park 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 last year's Conservation Magical Creatures class, the kids were always listless in my class, and I was planning to catch some interesting guys in the Forbidden Forest.

And the Dementors, they were flying around the school, and it made me feel particularly bad. ”

Hagrid poured a full cup of hot tea into the cup in front of them, and slammed it at the same time.

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

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

Harry and Ron both watched him with bated breath, they had never heard Hagrid mention his brief detention in Azkaban.

Only Clark comforted him, "It must have been a terrible experience, but it's all over, and the person who framed you in the first place has been punished." ”

"yes, honestly, that's a terrible place!" Hagrid whispered.

"There's never been a place like that, you know, on the first day I went, I thought I was going crazy, and I was always thinking about terrible things...... The day I was expelled from Hogwarts...... The day my father died......"

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

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

During my days in Azkaban, I even wished I had died in my sleep...... When they released me, it was like a new lease on life, and everything was beautiful.

It's the most wonderful feeling in the world, and the Dementors won't let me go. ”

"But you're innocent!" Hermione was upset for him.

Hagrid snorted in anger.

"Do you think they value that? They don't care, as long as someone is there and can get them used to being happy, they don't care who is innocent. ”

Seeing his depressed appearance, Harry, who was originally going to ask about things related to Blake, was rare enough to be considerate and did not speak.

So after they had finished their tea, sat down and talked for a while, they got up and took their leave.

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

Although there were very few students who stayed in the school, the teachers still wanted the remaining students to have a better memory.

So the empty corridor was pulled up with thick ribbons of holly and mistletoe, each suit of armor shining with a mysterious light.

In the auditorium, there are twelve Christmas trees as usual, and the golden stars floating on the trees are shining brightly.

In addition to these dreamy decorations, the entire corridor is filled with a strong, alluring fragrance that goes straight to people's noses, which makes people can't help but drool, and even Hermione's pet cat is hungry to go out early and return late, not knowing where to go to forage for food.

Early on Christmas morning, Clark and Neville were the first to get up, followed by Ron, who threw a pillow at Harry's bed, waking him up as well.

"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 present, Clarke, they're making breakfast underneath."

Harry squinted at the foot of the bed in the middle of the darkness and saw that a small pile of packages had appeared, and Ron was tearing the wrapping paper from his own gift.

"Mom sent me another hooded sweater...... It's dark red again, see if you get one too. ”

Harry pulled out a gift from Mrs. Weasley, which, as Ron had said, was a scarlet hooded sweater with a Gryffindor lion knitted on the front of the sweater.

In addition, the kind lady sent him a dozen small round fruit tarts baked at home, 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 were waterproof, dustproof, fog-proof, and self-adjusting.

Hagrid gave him a bracelet woven of silver-white twine.

As Harry fiddled with Hagrid's bracelet, a tempting scent came from the door, and Clark walked in with two plates of breakfast.

"Gift...... Hiss! Harry, who gave this to you? ”