Chapter 276 Harry's Growth

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Chapter 276 Harry's Growth

"Harry!" Hermione and Ron looked at Harry worriedly, he didn't look like he was okay, and anyone could see at a glance that Harry was greatly hurt. ??·

They wanted to call Madam Pomfrey, and they felt that Harry wouldn't want others to see him as he was, and they crowded around Harry anxiously, worried about him.

After a long time, Harry slowly recovered, like a suffocating fish, and began to breathe slowly again.

He began to speak, in a breathless voice, and he said, "Thank you...you, thank you...you Hermione, thank you...Ron."

"If there's one thing I'm proud of in my life. It's my mother, and you." Harry began to sob again.

Hermione waved her hand immediately, "Harry, don't talk, don't think about it. You need to rest now, we'll see you later."

Hermione was a little unaccustomed to Harry's final farewell-like revealing of truth, and made her even more worried. She didn't want to see Harry like that, she wanted Harry to wake up with Quidditch in his head, with games in his head, not memories like a dying goodbye.

Harry nodded tremblingly, it took a lot of effort to control himself as much as possible.

"George... when you come back, please... tell me right away.??" Harry said this with the last of his strength, and buried his entire body under the quilt.

Hermione and Ron couldn't see Harry's expression, but they could see the throbbing, trembling life, and hear the faint sobbing.

They were worried, Harry was going to cry like he was going to die, they had never seen anyone like this, let alone their friends, it was a bad day.

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Fortunately, this kind of bad and terrible did not last. They soon saw George, who did not chase the big black dog. With storms and downpours obscuring all traces, this is not the kind of weather to track.

The big black dog seemed to be very familiar with the surroundings. It was extremely fast, and it seemed that he had long been used to running away. George tried a variety of methods, but he was still able to escape.

"It's a pity that it escaped." George said regretfully, "but the good news is that we at least found its Animagos prototype, and it is unlikely to appear in the castle again."

He said gloatingly, "The dementors couldn't beat me, and I burned several to death, so they should be angry. As soon as Blake is caught, the dementors may kill him right away." "

"That's great, he won't be hiding for a few more days." Hermione nodded vigorously, the clouds were overcast, and the bad thing was finally over. Sirius Black's hidden means have been discovered, and it's only a matter of time before he gets caught.

"It's a pity that he can't end Snape either." Ron said regretfully, and he was still imagining that Snape would suffer.

"Thank you, George, I owe you so much." Harry said with emotion.

Covered with a quilt, Harry cried out almost all the pain and grief of his life. After some rest, he was much better.

George used it to pat Harry on the back and said, "Don't look old-fashioned, young man, be more spirited. This is called investment, you are still growing up now, it seems that you have nothing, but in the future you will have everything. ."

George's fiery slap made Harry grin, and he smiled bitterly, "I'll adjust soon, Madam Pomfrey said I'll be out of the hospital by the weekend."

For the next few days, Harry cultivated quietly,

He does adjust well.

Hermione told him that his Nimbus 2000 was blown away by the wind, hit the Willow, and was smashed to pieces by the Willow.

Harry nodded, comforting Hermione, and said, "I don't think he likes being bumped into, so it's not his fault."

He packed the dozen or so pieces of wood left from Nimbus 2000 and the scraps of the broom's tail in books. He didn't sort them out, he didn't throw them away, he just put them aside, feeling like he'd lost an important friend.

Everyone came to see him, and everyone tried to cheer him up in their own way. Hagrid gave him a yellow cabbage, which he called a centipede flower.

Ginny gave him a homemade recovery card that would scream and sing, and Harry had to press the card under heavy dishes.

Gryffindor's teammates came to see Harry again on Sunday morning, as did Wood. Wood was lost and lifeless. He heard from his teammates that when he lost the game, he had been standing in the rain, as if he was going to drown himself. He did not return to the castle until the teacher rushed him to sleep.

Harry also tried to encourage Wood, although he was much more hurt than Wood.

Friends were doing their best to make Harry happy, and Harry was doing his best not to worry them. He forced a laugh, and slowly he really started laughing, and he began to understand what George was saying.

"In the human world, there is no easy word. But no one and nothing can stop you from thinking about happy things."

"The Patronus Spell is just such a spell that can cheer you up at any time."

Harry repeated over and over again in his heart, the spell of the Patronus Charm, over and over again in his heart, constructing a happy scene.

Harry could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the Patronus who called out the entity, and he believed that he would soon be able to summon the true Patronus in his heart. Summons the Patronus who will always guard him and cheer him up forever.

At night, often when Harry was the saddest, his friends left. He was lying in the hospital alone, staring blankly at the cold moonlight on the ceiling.

Those terrifying whispers floated up in his ears again, and again and again, darkness struck him, and the cold melted into his body. But he is no longer afraid, he is one with the darkness. He could hear his mother's dying words, and she worked hard to protect him, using her own life and everything she had.

He also heard Voldemort's shrill laughter as he killed his mother, and he could still feel the wet, slippery, rotting hands, the dementor devouring everything, but he was not afraid anymore, he watched it all, and when the tiredness came, time to sleep.

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On Monday, Harry returned to the hustle and bustle of campus life, and things really got better. Not even Malfoy's taunts could disturb him, he was busy with schoolwork and training, filling and tiring himself.

As long as people are busy, many things will disappear naturally, or in other words, they will be hidden. Human energy is always like this, where you put your time will attract your energy.