Chapter 121 He Is a Pervert (First Update)

Chapter 121 He is a pervert (first update~)

"We are in the stands after all." Ron shivered, "You are the closest to those guys."

Harry looked at the team members who were holding brooms and leaning against the wall, as if they had lost half of their souls: "Then we should care more about them."

Wood looked up blankly, vaguely feeling that Harry was talking about himself, but his head and ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear clearly.

"Come on, I have something to say." Harry took Hermione's hand and led her to the corner of the passage.

Hermione blushed.

Ron subconsciously followed him, took two steps, then stopped when he thought of something.

Was there something bad about your past at this time?

He hesitated, then turned and walked to George, waving his wand to remove the water and keep them warm.

"What do you have to say?" Hermione lowered her voice and twisted.

Harry took out the Marauder's Map and pointed his wand: "I suspect Sirius may come to Hogwarts at this time."

Hermione was stunned.

The map expands.

Sirius's name was running quickly, a few minutes faster than Dumbledore, and he took advantage of the chaos and slipped out of the door openly.

"He is so courageous." Hermione also noticed this scene and suppressed her face until she turned red. After a while, this sentence came out of her mouth.

"You can just say that only people with no brains dare to do this." Harry glanced at Crookshanks and Hedwig patrolling Gryffindor Tower. He put away the map, rolled it and stuffed it back into the Sorting Hat. "It looks like he didn't go to the castle."

Hermione was stunned: "He's not looking for Peter anymore?"

"At least not today." Harry said in a complicated tone, "He might..."

"As a godfather, I simply want to see how my godson performs on the Quidditch field."

"You know, my dad was also a good varsity player."

Hermione nodded, suddenly understanding Black.

"Taking such a big risk." Harry shook his head and spoke sadly.

Hermione's tone was serious and she corrected him: "No, I think it is a very worthwhile thing for him."

Harry was stunned.

"He persisted in Azkaban for thirteen years." Hermione continued, "It was all for his father and for you. Only seeing you can strengthen his belief in continuing to persist."

Harry nodded: "I know, he is my dear godfather."

Hermione smiled.

Harry said, "But this does not conflict with the fact that he is brainless and impulsive."

Hermione's smile faltered.

Harry raised his hand and placed it on Hermione's forehead: "You must not be infected by him."

"Thank you." Hermione smiled reluctantly.

Professor McGonagall walked in hurriedly and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the people in the dressing room: "Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, so you are here."

"I clearly remember that you guys were here too, but I didn't see you just now. I thought..."

Ron immediately apologized: "Sorry, Professor McGonagall, we did it because of Harry."

Professor McGonagall nodded: "I understand, I care about my friends."

As she said that, she turned her head and looked at the other team members: "Mr. Wood, how do you feel?"

"It's okay." Wood shuddered, "Professor, why did the game end because of those dementors? Do we need to rematch..."

Professor McGonagall shook her head, feeling helpless: "Mr. Wood, Potter caught the Golden Snitch, two hundred to forty, we won."

"Oh, yes, Harry." Wood turned around in a daze and looked at the wizard who was not affected by the dementors. "That lion patronus belongs to Harry."

"Go back and have a good rest." Professor McGonagall shook her head and said with a straight face, "Today's events are too dangerous for you. Go back and have a good rest and celebrate."

They were escorted back to Gryffindor Tower by Professor McGonagall.

In the lounge.

The little wizards were still chattering about what happened on the court just now.

It wasn't until George and Fred drank several cups of hot chocolate, regained their energy, and started making noises that the conversation in the lounge gradually shifted away from that disgusting creature and turned back to the victory over Slytherin.

Wood was forced to donate several bottles of whiskey.

The little wizards had a night of drinking.

Percy was very dissatisfied with this. It was time to celebrate, but he shouldn't be so reckless. Sirius Black was still outside, and he wanted to break in at this time and take away the entire lion's den.

He only drank two drinks and sat at the door of the lounge, not daring to relax and keeping watch.

Harry didn't drink much, only half a bottle.

When everyone in the lounge was drunk, Percy moved them back to their dormitories. Harry and the others took advantage of this time to leave the lounge and continue to the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor.

Tonight, there is still duel training.

Not waiting for Professor Porter to start class yet.

Miss Granger was the first to raise her hand and ask: "Can we learn the Patronus Charm?"

"Of course." Harry nodded, walked to the window and looked into the distance, "The dementors are outside the school now, and they are very dishonest."

The wind and rain were so strong that even he couldn't see very far.

But he didn't need to see clearly. He knew Dumbledore's temper very well. The old man who locked himself in a prison no longer had the courage to lift the shackles.

He couldn't drive away the dementors.

Ron recalled the feeling he had on the court today, his heart tightened and his face turned pale again.

"The Patronus Charm is very simple." Harry repeated the things that Snape and Dumbledore taught him patiently, chewing them more carefully and adding his own understanding.

"In fact, it is similar to the Funny Charm in essence."

"Emotions are the most important. Now, close your eyes and recall your happiest memories."

They both closed their eyes and tried to recall.

Ron soon giggled, and Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Think about it again, what you cherish most and want to protect." Harry whispered and slowly guided.

Ron frowned.

A trace of panic appeared on Hermione's face.

"Come on, recite the spell, Expecto Patronus." Harry whispered again.

They both recited the spell at the same time.

Ron's heart was a little confused, and his wand exhaled a thin silver-white mist.

Hermione was a little better, but the silver-white mist was only a few points thicker.

They both opened their eyes and looked at the mist.

"Very good." Harry applauded them, "But there are some questions, Ron, you seem to be afraid?"

Ron was startled, and nodded heavily: "I... I close my eyes, and when I think of happy things, when I think of things I want to protect, I always think of him."

Voldemort possessed Ginny.

The powerful and irresistible transformation like a python.

The words like knives, until now, still scraped his heart from time to time.

"Why are you afraid of him?" Harry comforted him, "Tom Riddle, a half-blood who claims to be a descendant of Slytherin..."

Ron was dumbfounded and exclaimed in surprise: "He is a half-blood?"

Hermione was also surprised: "Isn't he... very pure-blooded?"

"He is a half-blood, Riddle is not a wizard's surname." Harry nodded, "Although I haven't asked, his mother may have a very twisted love. Last time he mentioned this topic, he couldn't control his emotions."

Ron opened his mouth, and something seemed to be collapsing in his heart.

"He is also a man who relies on beauty to get to the top." Harry continued, "Professor Dumbledore and I have confirmed that he used his appearance to seduce an old woman who is at least 50 or 60 years older than him."

"He also seduced a lady who is at least 800 or 900 years older than him."

Ron tilted his head back, eyes full of disbelief: "This, how is this possible..."

Hermione rubbed her cheeks and stammered: "I have never heard of any witch who can live to 800 or 900 years old. The oldest witch seems to be Mrs. Flamel."

Ron's eyes collapsed even more, and he looked at Hermione in horror.

The mysterious man not only seduced a grandmother who was much older than himself, but also a married woman?

"No, no, no, not Mrs. Flamel." Harry shook his head, "It was a ghost lady."

Ron swallowed hard.

This doesn't seem to be much better than seducing a married woman.

This man has such a strong taste that ghosts dare to do it?

"His biggest hobby when he was a student was probably going into the ladies' room," Harry continued, his tone brisk.

Ron bit his lip and stared.

"He only bullies those who are weaker than himself." Harry looked into Ron's eyes, "Look at his dark magic item, who did he pick on?"

"Even the second-year wizards didn't dare to go after him, and he only bullied a little girl who had just entered school."

"Then he went after Lockhart, who might not even be as good as you are now."

"The magic he cast on his name will only make people with weaker magic power afraid of him, and it has no effect on those who are stronger than him."

At this point, Harry paused, and his tone became firm: "Ron, are you afraid of a pervert who relies on clinging to old women and sneaking into the girls' bathroom?"

The terrible image in Ron's mind gradually distorted, and he shook his head in a strange tone: "No, I don't think I would."

Harry struck while the iron was hot and waved his hand: "Then do it again."

Ron closed his eyes, took a deep breath, recalled the things that made him happy, recalled the things he had to protect, and remembered that even if he was the youngest boy in the Weasley family, he should take on the responsibility.

He chanted the spell.

"Expecto Patronus."

A thick silver-white mist gushed out and lingered around him.

"Isn't this great?" Harry nodded, "Look, you're not afraid of him at all."

"He's just a pervert, I won't." Ron gritted his teeth, his expression firm, "A Voldemort who only knows how to sneak into the girls' bathroom."

He restrained his physical reaction and tried hard to spit out the name.

Ear.

He seemed to hear a "click" and the sound of some shackles breaking.

Harry looked at Hermione: "As for you, Hermione."

"I think my faith is not enough." Without Harry's guidance, Hermione had already summed it up, "I'm not fully prepared yet, let me try again."

She took a deep breath, more firmly determined the idea in her heart, and recited the spell.

The mist surged thicker than before.

I will still update four chapters today~

I had a bit of insomnia last night, so I got up late today. I will update one chapter first, and the next three chapters will be updated together~

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