Chapter 428 Owl Hut

( ) That night, after Maca named and praised those students with good responsiveness, the real training officially began.

Until the end of the self-study time before turning off the lights, Maca's endless reflex tests really tossed all the little wizards. In addition, there are after-school homework waiting for everyone to complete, so it is inevitable to burn the lights and fight at night.

Early the next morning, almost all the party members had dark circles under their eyes.

"I know it's really hard. If anyone can't bear it and wants to give up halfway, I won't blame him."

That's it!

During the hellish training process, whenever someone showed signs of fatigue, Maca would always say this seemingly gentle and considerate sentence.

But who is not a minor child present? Most of the little wizards who can take the initiative to participate are full of energy in their hearts! Especially there are several bags of dog food inside... Ah no, there are several couples. How can you say something frustrating in front of the person you like? It's too late to be competitive!

So in the most difficult first adaptive training, none of them gave up in the end, and all of them persisted. Even Zacharias Smith, who likes to complain the most, lasted until the last moment.

Overall, Maca is quite satisfactory. After all, as the first round of training, he did not discount too much in terms of training intensity, and he was able to persevere until the end, all relying on perseverance for support. Even if there are indeed one or two of these students who are not likable, but should be advantages, Maca will not blindly deny them because of personal feelings.

"The weather looks good today..."

Maca opened the curtain behind her, glanced outside, then sat down on the chair Shi Shiran, opened the book and continued to study.

He must master these contents as soon as possible, there are many things to be busy!

And around the same time, Harry just woke up from his sleep.

Last night's training was exhausting for him, and after he came back, he kept busy with a lot of homework until midnight, and ended up doing homework desperately even in his dreams.

"Ah! I can't finish it! Snape will deduct points again..." Harry sat up suddenly, blinking his eyes and thinking for a while, "Oh... so it was a dream!"

He fell back on the bed with a "plop", and pulled the quilt vigorously.

The opposite bed was still empty,

Ron had clearly not returned from the ward. Usually he was used to Ron's presence around him, but now that he rarely saw him, he really felt a little uncomfortable.

Lying on the bed for a while longer, Harry stared at the ray of sunlight coming in from the window and passing between the curtains of the bed. Fine dust swirled and danced in the beam of light, glittering with golden light.

Today is Saturday, so it feels like I can take a break.

Of course, it's just a breath of relief, after all, even if there are no other emergencies to cause trouble, the .Ls exam is over. As a student, there is no reason to relax.

Maybe it's because the daily life in the past few years has been too chaotic, bad incidents happened one after another, as if it would never end.

If I had to describe it, it was like an endless triwizard contest, and every day would be a new challenge.

The surrounding area was still silent, and everyone was still fast asleep. If it wasn't for the inexplicable dream of rushing homework that woke him up, he must be doing the same now, right?

The position of the sun in front of him is still very low, probably not long after the genius has just lit up. The chirping and chirping of birds in the distance can be vaguely heard, and other than that, only the slow and even breathing of the students is left.

Harry sat up again. He drew back the curtain beside the bed and put on his clothes one by one. Then he opened his schoolbag again, took out some parchment, quills, and ink bottles, and took them out of the dormitory and walked to the common room.

The fireplace in the living room has long been extinguished, and it is much colder here than in the bedroom. Harry shivered, and immediately threw in some dry wood that had been lying by the hearth.

"The flames are blazing."

He drew out his wand, pointed at the pile of firewood, and a dense flame immediately ignited the wood, emitting a mesmerizing heat.

After a short warming by the fire, he sat down in his favorite old armchair by the fireplace, the soft cushions were quite comfortable.

While laying out the parchment on the round table, he thought about what to write.

When he learned the location of Sirius from Maca, he remembered that it was time to write to the godfather. Although he can still talk to Ron about some things, what he really needs is not someone to accompany him in distress, but someone to comfort him when he is troubled.

Or rather, a man like a father.

As Harry thought about it, he unscrewed the cap of the ink bottle and dipped some ink into the tip of the quill. But after that, the nib of his pen was only hanging on the top inch of the slightly yellowed parchment, unable to write for a long time.

After a while, he finally realized that he seemed to be just staring at the flames in the fireplace in a daze, not knowing how to write at all.

Of course, there are many things that happened, and just picking a few of them can fill this parchment to the brim. But he didn't have a good idea in his mind as to which things to choose to tell Sirius.

Writing a letter during this period is a very difficult thing. He had to find a way to slightly change the content he wanted to convey in the past, so that he could send it out with confidence, because no one knew whether this letter would be snatched by someone who shouldn't see it, just like Hyde before It was the same as when Wei was injured.

Harry stood there motionless for a while, before finally getting his thoughts together a bit. He took another dip in the inkwell, then scribbled on the parchment.

He brought up his Defense Against the Dark Arts class at the end of the letter, because he thought about it, and it was still the thing that disturbed him the most.

Those big spiders were scary, of course, but that was in the past after all, and he took up the sword of Gryffindor again.

Well, although this time I don't feel very good, and I didn't show any special power. But at least he didn't fall back into the madness that once terrified him, which was a good start.

What he is most disturbed now is the training session last night.

During the training, he clearly felt his own shortcomings. In other words, he is actually no different from everyone else, just as exhausted and underperforming.

And the lightning scar on his forehead still reminds him all the time, at least he has to work harder for his parents. Compared with most of the other classmates, he is indeed different.

That's why he felt uneasy, because his difference was only reflected in the imprint left by him by Voldemort, other than that, he still had nothing, and he clearly tasted his own powerlessness.

Harry read the letter from cover to cover several times, checking to see if he had written something he shouldn't have written. After repeatedly confirming that it was correct, he carefully sealed the parchment, drilled through the portrait hole in the common room, and walked all the way in the direction of the owl shack.

Probably because there are too many factors to worry about, so this letter is not too long. In contrast, the time it took him to complete this letter was a bit too long.

When he walked out of the gate of the Gryffindor tower, the sun had covered most of Hogwarts. The sun hung high in the air, swaying a warmth that was completely different from the flames in the fireplace.

The owl hut was located on the top floor of the west tower, surrounded by glassless window openings, and the bright light made it hard for him to keep his eyes open.

Looking up, more window openings are neatly arranged around the spire, beams of light projected in, criss-crossing on the slightly dim roof of the shed, and hundreds of owls cooed non-stop.

The morning light seemed to make them feel a little anxious, after all owls are a typical nocturnal creature. If you look carefully, you can also find that some of them have just returned from hunting outside, and there are still writhing wood mice in their paws.

Harry leaned his neck back and walked back and forth to look for Hedwig. There were faint crackling sounds from the straw under his feet, probably full of broken bones.

"Hey! Hedwig!" He found Hedwig's figure near the top, "Come down! There is a letter I need you to deliver!"

Hedwig let out a low cry, flapped her white wings that had just recovered for a few days, and flew down, standing on Harry's slightly thin shoulders.

"Is it all right? If it's not all right, I can let the common owl deliver this letter first..." Harry stroked her wings with some concern, and said softly.

"Goo—"

Hedwig shook her head, then patted her wings, indicating that she was fine.

"Okay, then..." Harry nodded slightly hesitantly, "This time it's a bit far away, and it's going to be given to Sirius, who is now in the United States—"

"Cucko—"

Hedwig held the envelope in her mouth and blinked her big amber eyes to show that she understood. Then, it immediately spread its wings and flew to an owl stand in the center of the shed, and stopped on it for a while.

Immediately, a soft ray of light circulated on her body, casting a magic spell on her to support long-distance flight. Immediately afterwards, she kicked her legs vigorously, rushed out of the window opening, and flew to the bright sky outside.

Harry was covering the sun and watching Hedwig go away, but at this moment, a big black bird resembling an eagle suddenly glided from the direction of the Forbidden Forest, circled in the air, and headed straight towards him come down.

He recognized the bird, it was Maca's owl, and it was said that its name was "Malfurion".

Just when Harry was in a daze, Mafa suddenly turned around again, with huge wings outstretched, turned a corner in front of the shed, drew a black arc, and flew to the other side of the castle.

Marfa's flying speed was so fast that Harry could barely react, and felt his heart beating like a drum.

It has been a long time since Maca has ridden a broomstick. Harry, who loves Quidditch, feels very sorry. He has always wanted to have a good match with Maca.

And just now, the beautiful flight of Maca's owl reminded him of Maca's figure that dominated the Quidditch Cup back then.

"...that black eagle is so beautiful!"

He is remembering it! But he didn't want to hear a voice suddenly appearing from behind, startling him.