"We're in the stands." Ron shuddered, "You're the closest to those guys." ”

Harry looked at the team members who were holding broomsticks, leaning against the wall one by one, and lost half of their souls, "Then you should care more about them." ”

Wood looked up blankly, vaguely sensing that Harry was talking about himself, but his head and ears were buzzing, and he couldn't really hear it.

"Let's go, I have something to say." Harry took Hermione's hand and led her into the corner of the hallway.

Hermione blushed.

Ron subconsciously followed, took two steps, thought of something, and stopped.

At this time, did you feel a little bad in the past?

He hesitated, turned to George's side, and waved his wand to keep them warm.

"What do you want to say?" Hermione lowered her voice and squirmed.

Harry took out the map and tapped his wand, "I suspect Sirius might come to Hogwarts at this time." ”

Hermione was stunned.

The map expands.

Sirius's name sped away, a few minutes faster than Dumbledore, and slipped through the gate in the open air.

"He's really courageous." Hermione also noticed this scene, her face flushed, and after a while, such a sentence popped out of her mouth.

"You can just say that only brainless people dare to do this." Harry glanced at Crookshank and Hedwig patrolling the Gryffindor Tower, and he put the map away and rolled it back into the Sorting Hat, "Looks like he didn't go to the castle." ”

Hermione was stunned: "He's not looking for Peter?" ”

"At least not today." Harry's tone was a little complicated, "He might ......"

"It's just that as a godfather, I simply want to see my godson play on the Quidditch pitch."

"You know, my dad used to be a good varsity team member too."

Hermione nodded, she suddenly understood Blake.

"Taking such a big risk." Harry shook his head and sighed.

Hermione corrected him in a serious tone, "No, I think it's worth it for him. ”

Harry was stunned.

"He lasted thirteen years in Azkaban." Hermione continued, "It's all for Daddy, it's for you, and only seeing you can strengthen his belief in continuing to persevere." ”

Harry nodded, "I know, he's my dear godfather. ”

Hermione smiled.

Harry rephrased: "But it doesn't conflict with the fact that he has no brains, is impulsive and reckless. ”

Hermione had a smile on her face.

Harry raised his hand and pressed it to Hermione's forehead, "You must not be infected by him. ”

"Thank you." Hermione smiled forcefully.

Professor McGonagall hurried in and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the people in the locker room, "Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, so you're here." ”

"I remember you guys coming, but I didn't see you just now, so I thought you ......"

Ron immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, we're because of Harry. ”

Professor McGonagall nodded, "I understand, care about friends. ”

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at the other team members, "Mr. Wood, how are you feeling?" ”

"Okay." Wood shuddered, "Professor, how did the game end, because of those Dementors?" Is it going to be a rematch......

Professor McGonagall shook her head, a little helpless: "Mr. Wood, Potter caught the Golden Snitch, two hundred to forty, and we won." ”

"Oh yes, Harry." Wood looked back in a trance, looking at the wizard who wasn't affected by the Dementors, "That lion Patronus is Harry's. ”

"Let's go back and get some rest." Professor McGonagall shook her head and grimaced, "Today's event is too dangerous for you, go back and rest and celebrate." ”

Escorted by Professor McGonagall, they returned to the Gryffindor Tower.

in the lounge.

The little wizards were still chattering about what had just happened on the court.

It wasn't until George and Fred had drunk several cups of hot chocolate in a row, regained their spirits, and started arguing that the conversation in the common room gradually shifted away from the disgusting creature and back to the big victory over Slytherin.

Wood was forced to give several bottles of whiskey.

The little wizards have a drink for the night.

Percy was unhappy about this, he should celebrate, but he shouldn't be so presumptuous, Sirius Black was still outside, he was going to break in at this time, and he could take a whole lion's den.

He only drank two glasses, and then sat at the door of the lounge, not daring to relax, vigilant on duty.

Harry didn't drink much, only half a bottle.

Once the common room was drunk, Percy moved them back to their dorms, and Harry took advantage of this to leave the common room and continue to the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor.

Tonight, there is still dueling training.

Before Professor Potter could start the class.

Miss Granger was the first to raise her hand and ask, "Can we learn the Patronus Charm?" ”

"Of course." Harry nodded, walked to the window, and looked into the distance, "Dementors are outside the school now, and they're dishonest. ”

The wind and rain are too big, even if it is him, he can't see too far.

But he didn't need to see it clearly, he knew Dumbledore's temperament very well, and the old man who had locked himself in the prison no longer had the courage to tear down the shackles.

He couldn't get rid of the Dementors.

Ron recalled how he felt on the pitch today, his heart tightened, and his face turned pale again.

"The Patronus Charm is simple." Harry patiently repeated what Snape and Dumbledore had taught him, chewing more finely and adding his own understanding.

"Actually, it's pretty much the same as a burlesque charm."

"Emotions are the most important thing, now, close your eyes and recall your happiest memories."

The two of them closed their eyes and tried to remember.

Ron quickly smirked, and Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Think about it again, what you value most to protect." Harry whispered, slowly.

Ron's brow furrowed.

There was a hint of panic on Hermione's face.

"Come, recite the spell, and call the gods to protect you." Harry whispered again.

The two of them chanted the incantation at the same time.

Ron's heart was a little confused, and his wand let out a faint silvery mist.

Hermione was slightly better, but the silvery-white mist was only a little thicker.

The two of them opened their eyes and looked at the mist.

"Very good." Harry applauded them, "But there are some questions, Ron, you seem to be scared?" ”

Ron was stunned for a moment and nodded heavily: "I... I close my eyes, and when I think of happy things, when I think of what I want to protect, I always think of him. ”

Voldemort possessing Ginny.

A transfiguration as powerful as a python and irresistible.

Words like knives, until this moment, still scratched his heart from time to time.

"Why be afraid of him?" Harry comforted him, "Tom Riddle, a half-breed who claims to be of Slytherin descent......"

Ron was dumbfounded and exhaled in surprise: "He's half-blooded?" ”

Hermione was also surprised: "He's not... Is it pureblood? ”

"He's half-blood, and Riddle isn't a wizard's last name." Harry nodded, "I didn't ask, but his mother may have a very twisted love, and the last time he brought it up, he couldn't control his emotions." ”

Ron's mouth was open, as if something was disintegrating.

"He's still a man who relies on his beauty." Harry continued, "Professor Dumbledore and I have confirmed that he used his looks to hook up with an old woman who was at least fifty or sixty years his senior. ”

"He also hooked up with a lady who was at least eight or nine hundred years older than him."

Ron tilted his head back, his eyes full of disbelief: "This, how can this be ......"

Hermione rubbed her cheeks and stammered, "I haven't heard of a witch who lived to be eight or nine hundred years old, and the oldest witch seems to be Madame Lemay." ”

Ron's eyes widened, and he looked at Hermione in horror.

The mystery man doesn't just hook up with ...... who are so much older than himself Grandma, still hooking up with a married woman?

"No, no, no, not Madame Lemay." Harry shook his head, "It's a ghost lady. ”

Ron swallowed hard.

It doesn't seem much better than hooking up with a married woman.

This person has such a strong taste, even the ghost dares to do it?

"When he was a student, his biggest hobby was probably the drill lady's bathroom." Harry continued, in a brisk tone.

Ron bit his lip and glared.

"He only bullies those who are weaker than himself." Harry looked into Ron's eyes, "Look at that dark magic item of his, who are they picking?" ”

"Even the second-grade little wizard doesn't dare to find it, he will only bully a little girl who has just entered school."

"Then find Lockhart, who may not even be as good as you are now."

"The magic he casts on his name will only make people with a weaker magic level than him fear him, and those who are stronger than him will have no effect at all."

Speaking of this, Harry paused, and his tone became firm: "Ron, would you be afraid of a pervert who clings to an old woman and drills a girl's bathroom?" ”

The terrifying image in Ron's mind gradually distorted, and he shook his head in a strange tone, "No, I don't think I will." ”

Harry struck while the iron was hot and waved his hand, "Then again." ”

Ron closed his eyes and took a deep breath, remembering what had made him happy, remembering what he had to protect, and remembering the responsibilities he had to take on even as the youngest boy in the Weasleys.

He chanted the incantation.

"Call the gods to protect you."

A thick silvery-white mist erupted and swirled around him.

"Isn't that great?" Harry nodded, "You see, you're not afraid of him at all. ”

"Just a pervert, I won't." Ron gritted his teeth and looked determined, "A man who can only drill into a girl's bathroom... Voldemort. ”

He restrained his physical reaction and struggled to spit out the name.

Ear.

He seemed to hear a "click", and there was some movement of breaking shackles.

Harry looked at Hermione, "As for you, Hermione. ”

"I guess faith isn't enough." Without Harry's advice, Hermione had already summed it up, "I'm not ready enough, let me try again." ”

She took a deep breath, strengthened the thought in her heart, and recited the incantation.

A fog that was thicker than just now surged.

Today is still a guaranteed four chapters~

I had a little insomnia last night, and I got up late today, so I'll change one chapter first, and the next three chapters will be together~

Thank you for the reward from the other world~

Thank you for the tip~

Thank you for the reward from the wind-dyed cherry forest~

Thank you for the reward of the deceased person under the moon~

Thanks to book friend 9830, earth xenomorph D, book friend 1010, and white-headed yin for the reward~~

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