Chapter 210 Come in, I Can't Wait

Chapter 210 Come in, I can't wait~

Hagrid is facing the most painful period of his life.

Hermione and Harry took time out of their busy schedules to teach him to read and write, starting with the most basic phonetic symbols - Ron originally planned to eat and wait for death, but came to play with Yaya and was also pressed to sit down and study together.

Hogwarts does not have a "language" subject, and the language learning of young wizards basically depends entirely on family education.

But.

Except for some ordinary middle-class and above young wizards who will notice this problem, other young wizards are quite casual. Lucky ones, like Ron, meet good friends who can take him to study.

Hagrid is an example of unlucky ones.

Learning is painful, and boring language learning is even more painful.

Hagrid's brain, which has been sealed for many years, is "creaking" and turning, and his language library is disrupted, making it extremely difficult to learn.

People who are not good at using their brains, once they use their brains, it is a terrible thing.

Ron wanted to cast a forget spell to turn Hagrid into an idiot - at least he could learn faster without using his brain.

He learned with difficulty.

But it worked quickly. A month later, the young wizards were surprised to find that Hagrid's speech became more organized.

At least they began to understand what Hagrid was saying.

The habits, attack methods, and dangers of the blasting-tailed skrewts - this caused quite a stir. After Hagrid's detailed introduction, the young wizards finally understood how dangerous this creature was.

This made them blush.

For more than half a year, they did almost nothing to prevent it, and took care of this dangerous creature that was no less dangerous than trolls, mermaids, and bird snakes.

Fortunately, Hagrid had summed up the method of dealing with the blasting-tailed skrewts during this period, and taught it to the young wizards, so they barely escaped the bombardment of the "Howler Letter".

February and March passed.

After the beginning of spring, the ice and snow melted, and there was a little warm current in the cold air.

The young wizards began to frequently go out of the castle to enjoy this spring.

Harry's mood became a little worse.

Rita Skeeter seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. He asked Dumbledore to consult the Daily Prophet, where did this woman go? The answer he got was that they hadn't contacted her for several months.

But this is normal.

Wizards have some strange habits. It is normal to disappear for a while, although this time it was a little longer.

But I asked her to find information about Barty Crouch Jr., even if she didn't find anything, she should contact me.

Maybe she ran away.

Like Ludo Bagman, he bought a boat ticket to an unknown corner of the world, and never met again in life or death.

But Sirius hadn't sent him a letter for five days.

This is very abnormal.

Except for special circumstances-for example, when Sirius crossed the Pacific, he would explain the situation in advance, and would not disappear silently like now, like Rita.

Harry let Hedwig go and asked her to deliver the letter to Sirius.

I also borrowed Ron's Bows and asked it to deliver a letter to Lupin.

I sent it off in the morning.

When they came back at noon, both owls came back with a letter.

Hedwig landed on the dining table and gently put down the letter in her claws, well-behaved and timid.

Bows cooed twice excitedly and threw a letter in front of Harry.

Harry frowned.

He didn't need to read the specific content of the letter, just felt the smell on it, and knew the result - the letter to Sirius couldn't even be sent out.

The envelope was still the same one he used. Although it was blown by the wind all day, there was still some of his own smell on it. Oh, Hedwig also took the time to catch a mouse.

Fortunately, Lupin wrote back.

Harry opened the letter brought by Bows.

Lupin's reply was a bit sloppy, just a few lines, to make things clear.

Three days ago, Sirius found Rita's trace, and the woman seemed to be caught, but at that time Weasley Joke Workshop had a batch of orders from the Ministry of Magic to deal with.

Lupin planned to let Sirius wait until he had dealt with these things before setting off together. Sirius agreed to it, but then he left a letter for Lupin and went to track it alone.

He forgot all the instructions given to him.

From the day before yesterday until today, not only Harry, but even Lupin could not be contacted.

After reading the last few lines of words, Harry frowned.

"Can't contact Sirius?" Hermione picked up another letter, looked at the question on the envelope that was still about Harry, and her heart skipped a beat, and she leaned her head over.

Harry nodded and handed Lupin's letter to him: "Well, ask for leave for me and Professor McGonagall."

"You want to go find him?" Hermione grabbed his hand.

Harry said firmly: "Of course, he is my godfather."

"He is in danger now."

The letter said that Rita disappeared after entering the Crouch family. The woman was very cautious and left a message at the place - but Sirius had never found it, and it was only after Lupin went there in person that he found the message.

She went in and she didn't come out again.

"Go to Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione didn't let go.

"He is not a nanny." Harry answered concisely, "and Sirius is my godfather, not his godfather."

Hermione still didn't let go.

Harry held her hand back: "If I don't come back in three days, go to Professor Dumbledore."

"Two days." Hermione bargained.

Harry smiled and responded: "Okay, two days then. If I don't come back after two days, you go find Professor Dumbledore."

Hermione finally removed her hand.

She looked at Harry's retreating back with some melancholy.

How she wished she could stand up at this time and say the words "I'll go with you" easily and comfortably, but she couldn't.

He knew very well how much he was capable of. He was considered outstanding among the young wizards, but he was still far from being able to fight alongside Harry.

At least

Better than that damn woman Fleur.

Hermione put down her knife and fork and stood up.

"Hermione, you haven't finished eating yet." Ron tried to call her.

Hermione shook her head and ignored him. He walked to an abandoned classroom, took a deep breath, hid in the cabinet, took out the time turner, and turned it.

Since you can't catch up with Harry no matter how hard you try twenty-four hours a day, then use twenty-five, twenty-six, or even more hours.

In the auditorium.

Ron stared blankly at the lamb chop in his hand, sighed, put it down, and stood up. As soon as he took a step out, he reluctantly turned back, picked up the lamb chop, and walked to the classroom for the next class.

I have to work harder myself.

Before the weekend, the iron door to Hogsmeade was not opened. Only a few sniffers struggled to claw at the iron bars, trying to escape.

If you can't steal the treasures from Hogwarts, then steal the treasures from Hogsmeade.

Harry walked along the Whomping Willow to Hogsmeade, borrowed the fireplace from the Three Broomsticks, and returned to the Potter's old house. Crouch's home was also in Godric's Hollow, which was the shortest route.

"Harry?" Flement's surprised voice sounded.

Harry waved his wand and removed the dust.

"I remember it's not a holiday now." Frémont asked, "What happened?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, "Where's Uncle Remus?"

"He received an owl in the morning and went out in a hurry. He hasn't come back yet." Frémont sighed, "I don't know what he did."

Didn't come back for a long time.

Harry frowned, waved his wand, turned his robes into a loose trench coat, opened the door and walked out.

Frémont sighed, muttered, and muttered words such as "People are old and can't keep young people." "The house has become deserted again."

Godric's Hollow is a gathering place for half-wizards. There are many wizards and ordinary people here.

Barty Crouch's home, like most wizards' homes, is far away from ordinary people's homes, and all have expulsion spells cast on them. Even if it has not been maintained for more than half a year, the effectiveness of the magic has not dissipated.

The house is like a filter covered with old film.

The weeds in the yard grew rapidly, almost reaching the height of our knees.

A path leading to the door was eroded by weeds, but they were not tall and were swaying. It was obvious that they had been stepped on by more than one person.

Lupine's smell was still fresh.

There was still some Sirius scent, but it was very light and almost completely dissipated.

He didn't smell Rita's breath at all.

It's been too long and it has been washed away long ago.

In addition to those two familiar smells, there were many mixed smells outside the room, some of which he had smelled, including the Death Eaters that appeared on the night of the Quidditch World Cup.

There were some scents that he had never encountered before, and they were new Death Eaters.

He tiptoed to the door of the house. The house was extremely quiet, and he couldn't hear even the slightest movement.

This is very wrong.

Even if there wasn't a fight, there should at least be the sound of confrontational conversation, and it would be so quiet that it would be as if there was no one in the room.

Harry waved his wand.

With a "squeak", the door was opened, and the room was dark. A magic spell protected the inside. When the light fell into the crack of the door, it was immediately swallowed up, and no light could be seen.

Even with the eyesight of a demon hunter, it is impossible to see through the darkness without any light source.

He waved his wand again.

A dead tree in the yard flew over, turned into a rabbit, and jumped into it. But after only two or three seconds, the magical connection was interrupted, and Harry could no longer feel his transformed creation.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

His current magic power is not weak, it can even be called powerful.

But this magic, which I have never seen before, can cut off my own curse.

He thought for a while, waved his wand again, and said the spell: "Fire is raging!"

Orange flames surged in.

But the fire only illuminated itself and did not spread to the surrounding area. Moreover, like the transformation spell, it disappeared in an instant.

The magic power will be cut off.

Harry raised his hand and took out the seal.

Igni!

Flames spurted out from his palm like flowers and flew into the house, but as soon as he crossed the threshold, the darkness in the room rushed in, swallowing up these ordinary flames with big mouthfuls.

Non-magical powers are even less effective.

To go in, or not to go in?

Harry was hesitating.

In the room, someone suddenly spoke, with a low, magnetic voice, sounding like a polite scum: "Harry Potter?"

"You actually show up here?"

"Instead of staying in the safe cradle of Hogwarts?"

Harry said nothing, staring straight into the darkness. This voice was also something he had never heard before.

"Are you here to save your godfather, the filthy pure-blood betrayer Black?" The man continued, with a strong hint of ridicule in his tone, "Or are you the bastard werewolf who just surrendered himself?"

Harry still said nothing.

He paused, his tone surprised: "Could it be that stupid, self-righteous ladybug woman?"

The three of them are here.

"Potter, do you want to save them?" The man lowered his voice, his tone full of temptation, "I can give you a little hint, they are all alive."

"But, it's hard to say how long they can live."

"You know, Black is not only brainless, but also very extreme, especially the kind of betrayer."

"He even wanted to turn into an Animagus and escape, and he ran very fast, but now he can't run away even if he wants to. Do you know why?"

Harry's eyes became sharp.

"Did you think of it?" The man laughed brightly, "We broke his legs! It's not a good dog, and it doesn't even want to accept our domestication."

"Maybe, the werewolf's life can be exchanged for it to speak?"

Harry took a deep breath.

"The little lion king of Hogwarts is really worthy of its reputation." The man in the dark sighed, "Are you calm enough, or do you not care about these people?"

"Just because my parents died, so I am playing house games with them?"

"Want to save them?"

"Want to prove that you care about them?"

"Come in, you can only have a chance to save them if you come in, right?"

Harry sneered: "Do you think I am Sirius?"

"I promise you, I will give you a fair chance." The people in the room clapped their hands, and the tone became cheerful, "Let's play a game, okay?"

"Use the lives of Black, Werewolf, and Ladybug as a bet."

"As long as you win, you can take him away I promise you, with my reputation. "

Harry shook his head and sneered: "What reputation can Death Eaters have?"

"Death Eaters are the highest honor." He was not ashamed of it at all, and his tone was very proud, "This is the honor that can be given to the best talents in the world."

"I promise you with my noble identity as a Death Eater."

He paused slightly, his tone became deep, and also full of sarcasm: "Besides, what other ways do you have besides coming in?"

"This magic was invented by the greatest Dark Lord, Potter, you are just a little wizard, lucky enough to be saved by a spell."

"Is that how Tom explained it to you?" Harry interrupted him.

The people in the room were stunned.

"You don't know Tom, do you?" Harry said calmly and continued.

The man was hit in the sore spot and screamed sharply: "You are not allowed to insult the great master."

"It seems you know." Harry raised his wand, "Tom is not a great man. What is worth following the chaotic product of the love potion."

"Besides, although this spell is powerful."

"But you seem to have forgotten something."

His magic power surged.

Boom---

The earth rang and trembled slightly.

There is another chapter in the evening~~~also in 4K (at least~)