Hagrid had one of the most painful periods of his life.

Hermione and Harry took time out of their busy schedules to teach him to read and write, starting with the most basic phonetic alphabets - Ron had planned to eat and wait to die, and came to play with Yaya, but he was also pressed to sit down and study together.

Hogwarts does not have a "language" subject, and the learning of language for young wizards is basically entirely dependent on family education.

But.

Except for some ordinary people from middle-class and above families, other young wizards are quite casual and lucky, like Ron, who can take him to study when they meet a good friend.

Bad luck, Hagrid is an example.

Learning is painful, and boring language learning is even more painful.

Hagrid's brain, which had been in the dust for years, was "crunching", his language library was disrupted, and it was extremely difficult to learn.

People who are not good at using their brains, once they use their brains, it is a terrible thing.

Ron was eager to turn Hagrid into an idiot with a Curse of Oblivion—at least without his brain, to make learning faster.

Stumbling to learn.

But it worked quickly, and after a month, the young wizards were surprised to find that Hagrid had become more organized in his speech.

At least they were beginning to understand what Hagrid was saying.

The snail's habits, attacks, and dangers were a big stir, and after Hagrid's detailed explanation, the young wizards finally understood what a dangerous creature it was.

It makes their faces turn green.

For most of the year, they took almost no precautions, taking care of this dangerous creature that was no less dangerous than trolls, mermaids, birds and snakes.

Fortunately, Hagrid had already figured out how to deal with the snails during this time and taught them to the young wizards, so he barely escaped the bombardment of the "Howler Letter".

February and March passed.

After the beginning of spring, the ice and snow melt, and the cold air is slightly drunk and warm.

The young wizards began to step out of the castle frequently to enjoy the spring.

Harry's mood had taken a turn for the worse.

Rita Skeeter was like evaporating from the world, and he asked Dumbledore to consult the Daily Prophet, where did this woman go? The answer was that they hadn't been in touch with her for months.

But it's normal.

Wizards, they all have some strange habits, and it's normal for them to suddenly disappear for a while, although this time it's been a little longer.

But he asked her to find information about Barty Crouch Jr., even if she found nothing, she should contact herself.

Perhaps, she escaped.

Like Ludo Bagman, he bought a ticket to the corner of this world and never saw each other again.

Sirius, however, hadn't sent a letter to himself for five days.

This is not normal.

Except for special circumstances, such as the period when Sirius crossed the Pacific, he will also explain the situation in advance, and will not disappear as quietly as Rita does now.

Harry released Hedwig and told her to deliver a message to Sirius.

Also borrowed Ron's Bose and asked it to deliver a letter to Lupin.

Sent away in the morning.

When they came back at noon, both owls came back with a letter on their bodies.

Hedwig landed on the table and gently put down the letter in her paws, well-behaved and cowardly.

Bowes grunted excitedly and threw a letter in front of Harry.

Harry frowned.

He didn't have to look at the exact contents of the letter, he just felt the breath on it, and he knew the result—the letter to Sirius hadn't even been sent.

The envelope was still the same one I used, and although it had been blown by the wind all day, there was still some smell of my own on it, and Hedwig had taken the time to catch a mouse.

Luckily, Lupin wrote back.

Harry opened the letter that Bowes had brought.

Lupin's reply was a bit sloppy, just a few lines, to make things clear.

Three days earlier, Sirius had spotted Rita's trail, and the woman appeared to have been caught, though at the time Weasley's Joke Workshop had a batch of orders from the Ministry of Magic to process.

Lupin planned to have Sirius wait until he had dealt with these things before they set off together. Sirius promised well with the front foot, left a letter for Lupin with the back foot, and followed it alone.

Forget all the advice everyone told him.

From the day before yesterday to today, not to mention Harry, even Lupin can't be contacted.

In just a few lines of words, Harry's brows furrowed at the end.

"Can't get in touch with Sirius?" Hermione picked up the other letter, glanced at the envelope and looked at Harry's question, chuckled inwardly, and leaned her head over.

Harry nodded, handing him Lupin's letter, "Well, take a leave of absence for me and Professor McGonagall." ”

"You're going to find him?" Hermione grabbed his hand.

Harry spoke firmly, "Of course, he's my godfather. ”

"He's in danger now."

The letter states that Rita had disappeared after entering Crouch's house, and that the woman had been cautious and had left a message in her place—only Sirius had never been able to find it, or that Lupin had only found it after a trip himself.

She went in, she didn't come out again.

"To Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione didn't let go.

"He's not a babysitter." Harry replied succinctly, "And Sirius is my godfather, not his godfather." ”

Hermione still didn't let go.

Harry shook her hand, "If I don't come back in three days, I'll go find Professor Dumbledore." ”

"Two days." Hermione haggled.

Harry smiled and replied, "Okay, then two days, if I don't come back in two days, you can go to Professor Dumbledore." ”

Hermione finally let her hand go.

She looked at Harry's back in the distance, a little melancholy.

She wished she could stand up at this time and say the words "I'll go with you" easily, but she couldn't say it.

I know how much I can do, I know very well, I am excellent among young wizards, but I am still far from fighting alongside Harry.

At least

Better than Fleur's damn woman.

Hermione put down her knife and fork and stood up.

"Hermione, the meal isn't finished yet." Ron tried to stop her.

Hermione shook her head, ignoring him. Walk to an abandoned classroom, take a deep breath, hide in a closet, pull out a time turner, and twist it.

Since no matter how hard you try twenty-four hours a day, you can't catch up with Harry, so it takes twenty-five, twenty-six, or more.

in the auditorium.

Ron stared blankly at the lamb chop in his hand, sighed, put it down, stood up, just took a step out, and reluctantly turned back, took the lamb chop, and walked to the next class.

You have to work harder.

By the end of the week, the iron door to Hogsmeade hadn't opened, and only a few sniffers were struggling to get out.

If you can't steal the Hogwarts treasures, go steal Hogsmeade's.

Harry followed the beater willow to Hogsmeade, borrowed the fireplace with three brooms, and returned to the old Potter house, where Crouch's home was also in Godric's Hollow, which was the closest route.

"Harry?" Fremont's voice of surprise rang out.

Harry waved his wand to remove the dust.

"I remember it's not a holiday." Fremont asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Hmm." Harry nodded, "What about Uncle Remus?" ”

"He went out in the morning when he received an owl, and he hasn't come back yet." Fremont sighed, "I don't know what to do." ”

Didn't come back for half a day.

Harry frowned, waved his wand, turned his robe into a loose trench coat, and pushed the door open.

Fremont sighed and muttered, "People are old, and they can't keep young people." "The house has become deserted again".

Godric's Valley is a gathering place for half-wizards, and there are many wizards and ordinary people here.

Barty Crouch's home, like most wizards' homes, is far from the homes of ordinary people, and they all cast expulsion spells, even if they have not been maintained for more than half a year, and the effect of the magic has not yet dissipated.

The room is like a filter on an old film.

The weeds in the yard grew so fast that they were almost knee-high.

A path leading to the door was eroded by weeds, but they were not tall and staggered, showing obvious signs of being trampled on, and there were more than one person.

The smell of Lupin is still fresh.

Sirius's scent was still somewhat, but it was faint, almost completely dissipating.

He didn't smell Rita's breath at all.

Too long, long ago washed away.

In addition to those two familiar smells, there were many mixed smells outside the room, some of which he had smelled, the Death Eaters who had appeared on the night of the Quidditch World Cup.

Some of the breaths he hadn't encountered before, the new Death Eaters.

He crept to the door, which was so quiet that he could not hear even a single movement.

That's very wrong.

Even if there is no fighting, at least there should be a confrontational conversation, so quiet that it is as if there is no one in the room.

Harry waved his wand.

With a "squeak", the door was opened, and the room was pitch black, and a magic spell protected the inside, and when the light fell into the crack of the door, it was immediately swallowed, and there was no light to be seen.

Even with the eye of a witcher, he could not see through the darkness without any light source.

He waved his wand again.

A dead log flew in the yard, turned into a rabbit, and jumped into it, but after only two or three seconds, the magic connection was cut off, and Harry could no longer feel his shapeshifting creation.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

His magic power is not weak now, and it is even strong enough.

But this magic that has never been seen before can cut off its own spells.

He pondered for a moment, then waved his wand again and uttered the incantation: "Flames! ”

Orange flames surged in.

But the light of the fire only shone on itself, and could not spread to the surrounding area, and like the Transfiguration Charm, it disappeared in an instant.

Mana is cut off.

Harry lifted his hand and pulled out the seal.

Igna!

Flames erupted from his palms and flew into the room, but as soon as he crossed the threshold, the darkness in the room rushed in, gulping and swallowing the ordinary flames.

Non-magical powers are even more ineffective.

To go in, or not to go in?

Harry hesitated.

Suddenly someone in the room spoke, his voice was low, magnetic and charming, sounding like Sven scum: "Harry Potter? ”

"You're here?"

"Instead of staying in the safety of Hogwarts?"

Harry didn't speak, staring straight at the darkness, a voice he hadn't heard before.

"You're here to save your godfather, that filthy pure-blood betrayal Blake?" The man continued to speak, his tone teasing, "Or the mongrel werewolf who just threw himself into the net?" ”

Harry still didn't speak.

He paused, his tone surprised, "It can't be that stupid, self-righteous ladybug woman, right?" ”

All three of them are here.

"Potter, do you want to save them?" The man's voice was lowered, and his tone was full of demagogy, "I can give you a small hint, they are all alive." ”

"It's hard to say how long they'll live, though."

"You know, Blake is not only brainless, but he also has a very extreme personality, especially the kind of betrayer."

"He even wanted to run away as an Animagus, he ran as fast as he could, but now he couldn't run if he wanted to, do you know why?"

Harry's eyes sharpened.

"You thought of it?" The man laughed brightly, "We broke his leg!" It's not a good dog, and it's not even willing to accept our domestication. ”

"Perhaps, the werewolf's life can be exchanged for it?"

Harry took a deep breath.

"The little lion king of Hogwarts is indeed worthy of his name." The man in the darkness sighed, "Are you calm enough, or do you not care about these people?" ”

"It's just that Mom and Dad are dead, so you're playing house games with them?"

"Want to save them?"

"Want to prove that you care about them?"

"Come in, you have to come in to have a chance to save them, don't you?"

Harry scoffed, "You think I'm Sirius? ”

"I promise you, I'll give you a fair chance." The people in the room clapped their hands and their tones became cheerful, "Shall we make a game?" ”

"Bet on the lives of Blake, werewolves, and ladybugs."

"As long as you win, you can take them away, I promise you, with my credibility."

Harry shook his head and sneered, "What credit can a Death Eater have?" ”

"The Death Eaters are the highest glory." He was not ashamed of this at all, and his tone was very proud, "This is the honor that the best talents in the world can be given." ”

"I assure you in my noble capacity as a Death Eater."

As he spoke, he paused slightly, and his tone became deep, and it was also full of mockery: "Moreover, what other way do you have but to come in?" ”

"This magic was invented by the greatest Dark Lord, Potter, you're just a little wizard, lucky enough to be saved by a spell."

"That's how Tom explained it to you?" Harry interrupted.

The people in the room were stunned.

"You don't know Tom, do you?" Harry continued in a flat tone.

The man was poked in the sore spot, and his voice cried out sharply: "You are not allowed to insult the great master." ”

"Looks like you do." Harry held up his wand, "Tom is not a great man, and the chaotic product of aphrodisiacs has something to follow. ”

"And, though, this spell is powerful."

"But you seem to have forgotten something."

His magic poured out.

Boom Boom –

The earth rattled and trembled slightly.

There is also a chapter in the evening ~~~ which is also 4K (at least ~)

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