Chapter 809 Its Name Is "Anger"

Harry's right hand was shaking.

He held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, trying to calm down his increasingly tight breathing. He felt like there was a fire in his lungs, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

But he couldn't stop, because Maca said before leaving that he was the one who could hold the sword.

Gryffindor Sword, this is the current name of this sword. Thousands of years ago, Godric Gryffindor acquired it and made a big name out of it.

And now, the sword is in his hands.

I remember Maca also said that this sword is powerful, but dangerous. So he could only stay alone in the Room of Requirement, familiarize himself with it, wield it, and try to mobilize certain powers that belonged only to it.

"I call its power 'anger', and if you want to be its real master, you must know how to control the anger in your heart."

"Do you still remember what the Sorting Hat said? The characteristics of Gryffindor House are--courage, boldness, and boldness are the bravery buried in your heart. The storybook Dumbledore gave you is to guide you. side will."

"So, use your bravery to moderate it—I dare not say that it is necessarily right, but according to some of my inferences, I don't think it is at least not terribly wrong."

"Try it! From the moment the Gryffindor sword automatically appears in your palm, it means that it is willing to let you hold it!"

In Harry's mind, he recalled what Maca had said over and over again.

He didn't know where these so-called "inferences" came from, but he believed in Maca. Even...even if he had grasped the sword once, it hurt Luna.

Maca didn't go into details about Haierbo, but Harry felt the horror of the other party. This time, under Maca's urging, Harry was determined to pick up the sword again.

Not to mention anything else, just to prevent being occupied by the other party, he has to give it a try.

"drink!"

With a low cry, Harry once again raised the sword and swung it suddenly, the bright sword drew a flash of silver light in front of it.

It's a pity that he still couldn't feel any strange power from it.

"Ah! My arms are so sore..."

Harry murmured quietly, his hands trembling.

...

Just as Harry was daring to swing his sword alone, Hermione and Ron were outside by the window opening at the end of the corridor.

There is a small platform where vases and other decorations are placed, but there is nothing there now, so it can be left for them to sit.

In fact, apart from Hermione and Ron, even Luna and Neville are here.

Yes, Neville had actually just come out of the hospital hospital with some bandages on his head.

In fact, the back of his head had healed up yesterday, after all, in Madam Pomfrey's eyes, that bit of trauma was nothing. It's just that Madam Pomfrey seemed to think that head injuries should be treated with caution, so she applied some herbal medicine to Neville's brain after the trauma had healed.

Oh, poor Neville, I hope Madam Pomfrey's medicine works wonders! If he can use his brain better in the future, it must be Madam Pomfrey's credit.

"...Just because I slipped and slipped, you have encountered so many things?"

After listening to Hermione's rough explanation, Neville looked a little surprised. It's just that his tall body and his shrunken appearance always make people feel a little funny.

"No, it's not just the time when you wrestled," said Ron casually, "it's been several days, maybe more..."

As he spoke, he turned a small bottle in his hand over and over again.

It can be seen that there is also a shiny silver chain on the bottle cork, which is just wrapped around his neck and hung on his chest.

Like Harry's storybook, it was a small gift from Dumbledore after his death. Similar to this, there was a small piece of bezoar that was always in Hermione's bag.

"What exactly is it wearing here?"

It can be clearly seen through the transparent bottle,

It was a fine gray substance like dust. As he shook the small bottle repeatedly, the gray sand inside would also tilt a little.

But other than that, there's nothing special about it.

"Ugh--"

Ron pursed his lips, pulled off his collar, and stuffed the vial back casually.

Although Maca said that what Dumbledore gave them may have a deep meaning, and Harry's storybook has already reflected it.

However, Dumbledore was Dumbledore after all, and if he didn't want to say it clearly, they probably wouldn't be able to guess it.

"Hermione, have you found anything new about your bezoar?"

Ron suddenly turned his head and asked Hermione, who was sitting on the other side, even though there was obviously no expectation in his tone.

Sure enough, Hermione shook her head immediately.

"I've checked it countless times, and it's really just a bezoar..." She said without turning her head, "From this point of view, maybe Professor Dumbledore thinks I'm going to be poisoned?"

"Speaking of which, you haven't tried to split it open to take a look, have you?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Hearing Ron say this, Hermione finally turned around and gave him a glare. "I wouldn't do that, not to mention, Maca didn't advise me to do that."

"Oh, this is really great!" Ron said helplessly, "Although we already know that Professor Dumbledore's gift is strange, we can't figure out what it is."

His words seemed to put an end to the conversation just now, and the corner of the corridor became quiet again.

The world outside the window hole is still raining, and the patter is endless, giving people a feeling that the whole world is slowly being drowned.

This feeling, then aggravated the depression in everyone's heart. Even Neville, who didn't know much about the matter, was infected by the atmosphere.

If there was one person here who would feel good, it would undoubtedly be Luna.

She didn't sit on the edge of the stone platform with Hermione and the others, but stood alone in front of the window opening, gently picking up the cold bricks and looking out.

Perhaps because of the gusts of wind that blow up from time to time, the rain and fog outside also drift inward. It can be seen that the pale golden hair on the forehead has long been glued together by the rain, but she doesn't care.

For Luna, the world has always been full of fun. Even in the eyes of others, the rain brings only dampness and coldness, but in her view, it is as fascinating as sunny days.

The next moment, Luna was about to reach out her hand to try the feeling of rain and mist falling on her palm, but suddenly found that there was an extra person beside her.

"Hermione?"

She turned her head and showed a clean smile at Hermione who came to her.

Another gust of wind blew outside, along with a dense drizzle. Both of them squinted their eyes subconsciously, letting the rain brush over their cheeks and mess up the hair around their ears.

"Luna," Hermione pushed her hair back, and whispered softly, "I want to say 'sorry' to you... You kindly invited me to Hogsmeade with you yesterday, but I..."

"Huh?" Luna blinked her silver-gray eyes, "It's okay, it's all the fault of the harassing Gafly... But it's so dangerous! I didn't know that the harassing Gadfly could be so powerful, maybe... it's a mutated new Variety?"

"Uh……"

Hermione also blinked, not knowing how to answer.

But fortunately, Luna is not the kind of girl who insists on continuing the conversation. Seeing that Hermione seemed a little dazed, she took the initiative to gently take Hermione's hand, and a trace of warmth passed from her palm.

"That's right! How did Maca help you drive the bugger away? Dad said to put the silver cauldron next to the head, and the bugger will think it's another head, so at least half of them will come out... ..."

Listening to Luna's running and crooked words, and feeling the warmth of her palm, Hermione didn't want to say anything about apologizing or not.

In front of this girl, probably no one would be willing to talk about those somewhat heavy topics.

At this moment, Hermione, who was listening to the disturbing horsefly and looking sideways out of the window, suddenly poked her head and looked carefully outside through the fine rain curtain.

The outside world was still hazy, and as the sky was getting darker, even the large lawn in the school courtyard seemed a little blurry.

However, Hermione seemed to see some figures coming from the direction of the school gate in the distance.

"Who are those...?"

Following Hermione's words, Luna also turned her head to look at it, and quickly let out a soft "oh".

"Professor McGonagall in front," she said, "professor McGonagall is easily recognizable today in her little black peaked hat..."

"Pointed hat? You can see that?" Hermione was suddenly surprised.

But soon, the appearances of the wizards led by Professor McGonagall came into Hermione's sight. Those people got closer and closer, even at such a high position, Hermione recognized at least two of them except McGonagall.

At this time, Ron and the others also moved to another window opening next to them, craned their necks and looked down the castle.

"Walking behind Professor McGonagall is Babajid Akinbad, the current president of the International Federation of Wizards; behind him is Scrimgeour..."

"Yes, Minister of Magic, we all know that one," Ron interjected, "I just want to know if they came to the school to... well, anyway, call Harry out first! Don't wait for Professor McGonagall to call When we went, we saw that Harry was still holding a sword in his hand..."

"Ok."

Hermione nodded, and walked first to the section of the wall where the entrance to the Room of Requirement was located.

But she saw her skillfully walking back and forth three times, and then reached out to grab the doorknob. And when the door leaf was hastily formed, her palm just rested on the copper handle, and with just a light twist, the door opened.

But in the next second, a low growl suddenly came from the gap in the door.

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