Chapter 281 Harry's Shadow

"Ron and Hermione will explain everything to you, dear, I really have to hurry," Mrs. Weasley whispered distractedly, "Here..."

They came to the second landing of the stairs.

"It's the second door on the right. I'll call you after the meeting is over."

After speaking, she hurried downstairs again.

Harry walked across the bright and clean landing, put his hand on the bedroom door handle in the shape of a snake's head, and was about to turn the handle to open the door.

"click"

Harry couldn't help being startled when he heard the sound. It was undoubtedly the sound of the door opening, but he hadn't turned the doorknob yet?

No, the sound is coming from the left.

Harry subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see a door shut again with a "click". One second before the door closed, he seemed to see a familiar figure.

"what!"

Although the washed white T-shirt and jeans, and the long hair with a shawl were not tied up this time, the rich and pure black was very familiar at this moment.

It was the cowardly woman who came to him to ask for directions!

"Why is she here?" Harry murmured in confusion.

Although he wanted to know the reason very much now, and even felt a little itchy in his heart. This was purely caused by curiosity, but it didn't seem like a good time to ask rashly.

Since the other party is here now and seems to be staying, it shouldn't be a problem to find an opportunity to ask in the future.

Thinking of this, Harry shook his head and opened the bedroom door in front of him.

He only had time to take a quick glance at the room illuminated by the magic lamp, the high ceiling, and the two single beds side by side.

The next moment Harry heard a harsh squeak, which was followed by a sharper scream, and he saw a mass of shaggy, matted hair.

Hermione jumped up in front of him, scaring him back a few steps, while Ron's little owl, Piglet, flew around and around their heads excitedly.

"Harry! Ron, here he comes, Harry! We didn't hear you come in!"

"Oh, how are you? Are you all right? Are you mad at us? You must be... I know our letters are useless crap..."

"But! But! We can't tell you anything, they make us swear to say nothing... Oh! We have so much to tell you, and you have so much to tell us"

"Dementors! We've heard! You met a dementor on the street...it was horrible, luckily Maca sent Kingsley to protect you... oops...and today, they collected There is news that there are dementors again..."

"Give him a break, Hermione," said Ron, smiling as he closed the door behind Harry.

Ron seemed to have grown quite a bit lately, and he seemed to have grown a few inches in the time they had been apart, making him even more lanky and awkward than before.

But the long nose, the fiery red hair, and the freckles were still the same.

Although Hermione was interrupted by Ron, she was still beaming.

But before she could say anything else, she heard a slight whirring sound, and a white object flew over from the top of the black wardrobe, and landed lightly on Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig!"

Harry stroked the feathers of the snow-white owl, and its beak clicked and pecked fondly at Harry's ear.

"He's been restless," said Ron, "and he nearly pecked us half to death when he brought your last two letters, look at this"

He held up the index finger of his right hand to show Harry that there was a near-healed but obviously deep gash.

"Oops," said Harry ashamed, "I'm so sorry, but I want an answer, you know"

To be honest, he is actually in a much better mood now.

If it was placed a few days ago,

When Mrs. Weasley insisted on pushing him up just now, he would definitely argue a little more. But even though he felt uncomfortable just now, he didn't say much.

Because even Maca tried to speak for him, but after encountering the five dementors earlier, he once again understood his own lack of strength.

Maca can cast magic outside without any scruples, that's because he has enough skills that he can even cast the Patronus Charm without a wand.

This gap was no longer enough to make Harry feel unwilling. Apart from being inspired, there was no other unnecessary feeling.

But in fact, compared to Harry's awakening, Hermione and Ron have been more stimulated recently.

You know, now in this Order of the Phoenix, Maca is the only commander! And what is the reason why he can make so many adult wizards act?

What he relies on is not only his magical strength, but also his wisdom and leadership.

Most of Maca's command actions recently have not been hidden from Hermione and Ron, and in such a tense task arrangement, he even has room to explain the purpose of some tasks to Hermione and Ron.

Not to mention Ron, at least in the process, Hermione has indeed gained a lot.

However, there was one thing that made Hermione very dissatisfied that she mustered up the courage to make a declaration of love last time, but Maca resolutely rejected it when they met for the second time.

Although she refused very simply, it made her feel quite depressed! But she thought about it carefully, if Maka didn't say anything, would she be even more itchy?

Of course, is this to make Miss Ben quit? I, Hermione Jane Granger, am not a girl who backs down so easily!

"Hermione... Hermione?"

"what?"

She snapped back to her senses, only to find that Harry was staring at her worriedly!

"Oh, I'm fine! It's fine." Hermione said with a little embarrassment, "Where did you just say?"

Of course, she would not tell Ron about her strong confession to Maca. Even if Ron was instigating this matter, she would still be a little shy to say it.

At this time, Ron didn't care about anything, he took Harry's words and continued.

"...actually we wanted to give you an answer too, buddy," said Ron, "and Hermione was so worried...she kept saying, if you're stuck there without any news, you're sure would do something stupid. But they made us..."

"Swear not to tell me," Harry shrugged. "Yeah, Hermione already said that."

In the final analysis, being excluded alone made me a little unhappy.

There was a slightly dull silence, Harry stroked Hedwig lightly, and fell into a little thought.

"They seem to think this is the most appropriate way," Hermione couldn't help explaining again when she saw her good friend seemed unhappy, "I mean Ron's parents"

Ron also nodded helplessly. To be honest, he was a little skeptical about who was the child of the Weasley family. The Weasleys seemed to be a little overprotective of Harry.

"Yeah..." Harry noticed that Hermione's hand also had the scar from being pecked by Hedwig, and a pang of apology surged in his heart, "Forget it! It's okay, I was just a little..."

But just as he was talking, he was taken aback suddenly, and frowned as if remembering something.

"Wait!" Harry said suddenly, "Hermione, did you just say... Maca sent someone to secretly protect me?"

"That's right! His name is Kingsley, a dark-skinned Auror, I heard he's an elite!" Hermione nodded and said, "At first Sirius wanted to arrange for another person to go, but Maca will The candidate was replaced by him."

"No wonder that day..."

Harry immediately recalled his first encounter with a dementor.

Although the dementor didn't really appear that night, he did feel a familiar warmth, it must be the Patronus Charm cast by Kingsley!

"Then, why do they insist on keeping me in the dark?" Harry shook off the dissatisfaction of being followed, and asked in doubt, "Have you...uh...have you asked them?"

As soon as he looked up, he happened to catch a glimpse of the two of them exchanging a look, which seemed to be a bit unspeakable, but this made him feel even more puzzled.

Finally, they nodded, and it was Hermione who spoke.

"It was Maca's decision, he..." Hermione hesitated, "He said, 'Harry is not in a good state now, he needs to get rid of the shadow of the final match, otherwise he is not suitable to participate.'"

"...the shadows in the top three..."

Harry immediately understood the meaning of Maca's words.

Yes, he understands! And unfortunately, he hasn't been able to get out of it so far.

In the event of causing Luna to be seriously injured, Harry was always condemning himself in the bottom of his heart, he couldn't help it!

If the Gryffindor sword were on the floor in front of him right now, he would even escape from this bedroom immediately, without hesitation.

The Gryffindor sword is not something that can be picked up by just anyone, and he can clearly use it to slay fire dragons, but now he doesn't even have the courage to take a look at it.

A Gryffindor who has lost his nerve, is he still a Gryffindor?

"Maka is right..." Harry couldn't help lowering his head, "I'm not as smart as you, Hermione. If I want to be useful, I can only rely on magic and the sword of Gryffindor... But now..."

"Don't say that," Ron scratched his head. With a complicated face, he said, "At least you are better than me...I am the one who should work hard..."

"No!" Harry blinked his eyes and thought carefully before saying, "You are much better at chess than I am!"

"Hey! Don't comfort me!" Ron covered his face and sighed, "What's the matter with being good at chess? Can I still kill the mysterious man with chess pieces!"