Chapter 1076

Speaking of Hagrid, Hagrid was eventually kicked out by the Ministry of Magic. After Hagrid entrusted Grawp to Harry, although it didn't take long, the teaching at Hogwarts was very important to him. For Hagrid, it was still extremely twists and turns.

As Harry walked down the last steps into the hallway, he saw Malfoy, Clara, and Goyle emerging from the door to the Slytherin common room on the right.

Harry stopped immediately, and so did Malfoy and the others. The only sounds that could be heard at the moment were shouts and laughter coming from the playground. Malfoy looked around - Harry knew he was checking for teachers - then he looked at Harry and whispered, "You're dead, Potter."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Interesting," he said, "you expected that I wouldn't shy away."

Malfoy looked angrier than ever; Harry felt a twinge of pleasure as he looked at his pale, angry face.

"You must pay a price," Malfoy said in an extremely low voice, "I'm going to make you pay for what you did to my father!"

"I'm scared," Harry said sarcastically, "I think Lord Voldemort just warmed up compared to the three of you - what's wrong?" he added, seeing Malfoy and the others frightened by that name. Jump. "Isn't he your father's friend? You shouldn't be afraid of him, right?"

"How great do you think you are, Potter," Malfoy said, walking forward slowly, Clara and Goyle following on either side. "You wait, I'll let you know. You can't keep my father in jail-"

"I think I know," said Harry.

"The dementors have left Azkaban," Malfoy said softly. "Father and the others will be out soon."

"Yeah, of course they do, I guess," Harry said nonchalantly, "but at least now everyone knows they're mean guys-"

Malfoy moved quickly to draw his wand, but Harry was faster; he had just drawn his wand when Malfoy's fingers were in the pocket of his robes.

"Potter!" a voice came through the doorway. Snape appeared on the stairs leading to his office and looked at Harry. Harry felt a surge of hatred that far exceeded what he felt for Malfoy. No matter what Dumbledore said, he would never forgive Snape, ever.

"What are you doing, Potter?" Snape's voice was as cold as usual, and he strode towards the four of them.

"I was thinking of a spell to use on Malfoy, sir," Harry snapped.

Snape glared at him. "Put your wand down at once," he said quickly. "Ten points from Gryffindor..."

Snape looked at the huge scoreboard on the wall and smiled contemptuously. "Ah, I find that there are no points left for Gryffindor to deduct on the scoreboard. So, Potter, I can only simply..."

"Add some points?" Professor McGonagall limped into the castle from the stone steps, holding a tartan travel bag in one hand, leaning crookedly on the cane in the other hand, looking very serious. good.

"Professor McGonagall!" Snape shouted, striding over, reaching out to hold Professor McGonagall's arm, "You have come out of St. Mongolia's Hospital!"

"Yes, Professor Snape," said Professor McGonagall, taking off her traveling cloak, "I am as good as new. You two...Clar...Goyle!"

She waved to them proudly, and the two men came over, shuffling slowly.

"Take this," she thrust the duffel bag into Clara's arms and the cloak to Goyle, "and take them to my office."

Clara and Goyle turned away and stumbled up the stairs.

"Okay then," said Professor McGonagall, looking up at the scoreboard on the wall, "well, I guess Potter and his friends must add fifty points each for warning the world of You-Know-Who's return. ! What do you think, Professor Snape?"

"What?" Snape asked in surprise, and Harry thought he must have heard clearly. "Oh-well-I guess so."

"Then add fifty points to Potter, as well as the two Weasley children, Longbottom, Granger and Al!" Professor McGonagall said word by word, and the Gryffindor scorer flashed. A large pile of rubies fell down. "Oh, and Luna, I suppose," she added, "Ravenclaw's scorer spilled emeralds.

"Now, I suppose you can deduct ten points from Potter, Professor Snape - just for what we saw." Some rubies flew up from the scorer, but a considerable amount remained below. "So, Potter, Malfoy, I think it's time for you to go out? It's such a nice weather outside."

Professor McGonagall spoke energetically, seeming to be very happy.

Harry didn't need to hear what she had to say a second time - he tucked his wand into his robes and walked straight to the front door, not sparing Snape or Malfoy a second glance.

In fact, he didn't even bother to look at the two of them, they were from Slytherin...

As soon as he walked out of the gate, the heat of the sun immediately surrounded him.

Harry walked across the lawn towards Hagrid's hut.

The students on the lawn were enjoying the sunshine and talking to each other. Some were reading the Daily Prophet and some were eating snacks. When he walked over, they all looked at him; some were calling him, or Waving to him, eager to show that they, as the Daily Prophet said, considered him a hero.

But Harry didn't speak to anyone. He didn't know how much they knew about what had happened in the past three days, but he didn't want to be questioned now or ever. He thought for a moment as he knocked on Hagrid's door, but Fang came running around the corner and rushed towards him with great enthusiasm, telling Harry that Hagrid was picking beans in the garden.

"Great, Harry!" Hagrid shouted happily, and Harry walked towards the fence. "Come on, come on, let's have a glass of dandelion juice."

"How is it?" Hagrid asked. The two of them were sitting at Hagrid's wooden table, each holding a glass of frozen juice.

"Uh-do you feel good?" Harry looked at Hagrid's concerned expression and knew that he was not asking whether he was in good health. "I'm fine," Harry said quickly, not wanting to discuss what was going on in Hagrid's mind.

"How are you?"

"Having been hiding in the mountains," Hagrid said, "It's just like the time when Sirius was being hunted, but it's not that difficult, Dumbledore..."

Hagrid stopped, cleared his throat, looked at Harry, and drank several sips of juice in one breath.

"No matter what, I'm finally back," he said softly.

"You... you look better," Harry said, determined to move the conversation away from the Order and Dumbledore.

"Really?" Hagrid asked, raising a big hand to touch his face, "Oh - yes. Grawp is much better too. I saw him three times after I came back, and he told me what happened three times. He's a good guy, really. I think it's time to find him a girlfriend."

Harry wanted to tell Hagrid that this was not the case. It would be worrying if there was another giant living in the Black Forest, perhaps even more confused and rude than Grawp.

According to Fan Lin's idea, it is lucky to be able to accommodate a Graup in the Forbidden Forest. If a giant is added...

It’s hard to imagine what the Forbidden Forest will look like. The centaurs in the Forbidden Forest will definitely go crazy and use their not-so-sharp spears and bows to fight Hagrid?

This is something that is very likely to happen, and with Gralop's undeveloped mind, it is hard to say that the normal giantess will follow him.

if so……

Forbidden forest breaker?

Harry couldn't help but think that this was definitely a problem that was enough to cause headaches for all Hogwarts people. However, it was worth mentioning that at least the Ministry of Magic would not come and get involved. They were too busy to take care of themselves now.

To deal with the consequences of deceiving other wizards for a long time, and then there is the panic caused by Voldemort's return to the wizarding world.

And the most important point is that they need to solve the trouble caused by Voldemort as soon as possible. To be precise, they need to kill Voldemort.

But Harry didn't think the Ministry of Magic people would succeed, at least...

Harry suddenly lost all his strength, and even had no energy to discuss the matter of finding a girlfriend for Grawp.

In fact, Harry began to wish he could be alone, a thought that prompted him to gulp down some dandelion juice until the glass was half full so he could leave quickly.

"Now everyone knows you're telling the truth, Harry," Hagrid said suddenly softly. He moved closer to Harry and looked at him. "Isn't this better?"

Harry shrugged and said it didn't matter. At least Harry didn't value other people's trust so much now.

He said that if he didn't lie, Voldemort was there, and the threat was to everyone...

"Look," Hagrid said, leaning on the table, "I know you're conflicted, Harry, but Dumbledore..."

"No, I'm not conflicted at all." Harry interrupted, seemingly not interested in continuing this topic with Hagrid.

"No contradiction..." Hagrid had a confused expression on his face, "But you are not..."

"Dumbledore did the right thing. That's it. If we want to deal with Voldemort, no matter who it is...especially..." Harry couldn't continue. He had already thought of using him to lure Voldemort. , in fact, if it were him, he would willingly cooperate with the activities of the Order of the Phoenix, but...

Harry jumped to his feet...

"I'm going to see Fan Lin and Ron. They are still in the hospital." Harry said stiffly.

"Oh," said Hagrid uneasily, "then - well, Harry. Look after yourself, if you -"

"Okay." Harry opened the door quickly and rushed out. Before Hagrid could say goodbye, Harry was already across the lawn. Everyone greeted him again. He closed his eyes, wishing they would disappear so that he could be alone when he opened them.

A few days ago, just before the end of the exam, he saw the vision of Voldemort left in his mind. He was willing to give everything, as long as the people in this magical world believed that he was telling the truth, believed that Voldemort was back, and believed in him Not lying or crazy.

But now—he walked for a while by the lake, and then sat down on the shore, hidden from the eyes behind a bush, and looked at the sparkling surface of the lake, thinking silently.

Perhaps the reason he wanted to be alone was that he felt isolated from other people after his conversation with Dumbledore. An invisible barrier separated him from the rest of the world. He is - just like before - a marked man. And he never understood what that meant.

He sat alone by the lake. He didn't even feel fear. His heart kept repeating what Dumbledore said, Fanlin's affirmation, and... that person's eyes and voice...

One day, he will become like that?

Harry felt a little cold all over. He could feel that state and picture...

All this was not without reason. Although the sun was shining at the moment and people were laughing on the playground around him, he seemed to be in two different worlds with them, and there was an insurmountable distance between them. But even so, he still found it hard to believe that his end would be a murderer or be affected by it for the rest of his life.

He sat by the lake for a long time, staring at the water, trying not to think about what he would become...

The sun went down and he felt cold. He stood up, walked towards the castle, and touched his face with his hand. It was a little cold...

In fact, Fanlin, Ron and others recovered and were discharged from the hospital before the end of the semester.

Fanlin seemed to want to comfort Harry, but every time he tried to mention the matter between him and Voldemort, he would be stopped by Hermione.

In Hermione's words, although they were worried about Harry, they couldn't help Harry solve all the problems. Naturally, Vanlin turned his attention to the old bat, and now Sirius was watching him.

But there was one thing Harry was very sure of: he would be very unhappy when he returned to 4 Privet Drive and miss Hogwarts very much. Even though he had long known why he had to go back there every summer, he didn't feel any better. In fact, he had never been so worried as he was now.

Professor Umbridge, who was a little mentally ill, left Hogwarts the day before the end of the term. She seemed to have slipped out of the hospital at dinner time and tried to leave here unnoticed. But unfortunately, she met Peeves halfway, who seized the last opportunity according to Fred's instructions and gleefully intercepted her, throwing a cane and a box of chalk at her one after another.

Many students ran to the porch to see how she fled in a panic, and the deans of each college only half-heartedly tried to stop them.

In fact, Professor McGonagall only uttered a few weak protests and returned to her seat, regretting that she could not celebrate because Peeves had borrowed her cane.

The last dinner of the term arrived, and most people had packed their bags and went down to the dinner, only Harry had not started yet.

"Tomorrow!" said Ron, who was waiting for Harry at the door of the dormitory. "Hurry up, I'm starving."

"I'll be done soon, you go first." But when Ron closed the door and left, Harry still had no intention of speeding up. The last thing he wanted to do was to attend the dinner. He was worried that Dumbledore would mention him in his speech.

He would definitely mention Voldemort's name; would mention the past year. He took some wrinkled robes from the bottom of the suitcase and folded them one by one. Just then, he noticed a small, very well wrapped package lying in the corner of the suitcase.

He didn't know how it got there. He bent down and pulled it out from under his training clothes and examined it carefully. (To be continued)