Chapter 174
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 174
"Until Black is caught, Harry, you should stay in the Gryffindor common room every night. You must not sneak out of the castle to find Hagrid in the middle of the night, or break into the Forbidden Forest!" Herr Min said, glaring at Harry sternly.
"You're talking as if we didn't take you with us when we went to find Hagrid."
Ron squinted at Hermione and said a little dissatisfied.
Harry did not intervene in the quarrel between Ron and Hermione. Although his eyes only fell on the photos in the Muggle newspaper, he could also feel a few strange eyes looking at him. The owners of those eyes were Ron and Ron. The same 'official second generation', they already knew the purpose of Black's escape, but because of the warning at home, they didn't publicize it in school.
"I know—" Harry interrupted the argument with a muffled voice.
Black's horror made Harry suddenly recall the place that Professor Bryan took him to during the summer vacation. It let Harry know that the wizarding world is not only beautiful and magical, but also the darkness and filth of the Muggle world. Nothing less.
"After dark, I will try to stay in the castle as much as possible."
Hermione was satisfied with Harry's performance, and Ron seemed very surprised by this, but he also knew that this was not something to be joked about, so after shrugging innocently, he didn't say anything, and buried himself in breakfast.
The first class of the third grade this morning is herbal medicine class shared by Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.
Because of the delay in the conversation at breakfast, Harry and the three of them had to trot all the way to Professor Sprout's greenhouse.
On the lawn of the campus, first-year freshmen are learning how to ride a broomstick under the guidance of Mrs. Hooch.
Looking at the boys and girls floating crookedly ten feet above the ground, Harry couldn't help thinking back to the first time he was exposed to broomsticks in his first year, when he let Malfoy eat it in front of everyone. He was so deflated that he was invited by Professor McGonagall to join the Gryffindor team.
"I hope Black can convince Wood--"
The good memories from the past put Harry in a better mood, and when he was still a few feet away from the greenhouse, Harry muttered under his breath.
"Harry!"
At this moment, Ron, who was following him like a bodyguard, suddenly stopped, pointed in one direction and screamed.
"It's Hagrid and, oh, I'm going to see what's going on!"
After hesitating for a very short time, Harry made a decision. After looking left and right to see if anyone was paying attention to him, he bent down and ran away.
"You just promised us, Harry!"
Looking at the rapidly going away figure, Hermione shouted angrily.
"It's daytime, Hermione, not night!" Harry didn't turn his head, but waved his hand from a distance.
Ron shrugged his shoulders innocently again, and ran over with Harry, while Hermione stomped on the spot angrily. After a while, she sneaked a look at the long, thin golden hair exposed under her collar. Chain, looked around with a guilty conscience, and ran towards Hagrid's hut with his bulging schoolbag.
Amosta pushed open the window of the bedroom, squinting his eyes to face the cool morning breeze, and the tiredness of not sleeping all night gradually left his body.
Although it is very early now, the industrious Hogsmeade local villagers have already started their day's work. A few houses away, the footsteps coming and going on the commercial street and the sound of wooden wheels rolling over stone slabs can already be clearly heard.
The hillside in the distance is still shrouded in hazy white mist, but the mist is also rapidly melting under the gradually dazzling sunlight. A house standing on the gentle slope with a bit of a strange atmosphere looms in the mist, and its head is clear Many Amostars withdrew their gazes and turned to look at the half-blood giant sleeping on their own bed, with helplessness in their gazes.
Late last night, Amosta, who had escaped from the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, dragged his exhausted body back to his temporary residence in Hogsmeade, only to find a drunk Hagrid lying on another Beside the trash can in the alley, after Amosta brought Hagrid back, he improvised a few cups of sober potion for him, asked briefly, and barely figured out what was going on.
"That gray hippogriff... that Draco boy, forgot all my advice from last term, he should be glad Buckbeak didn't slap his neck--"
Perhaps Hagrid's physique, which has giant blood, is too different from normal wizards. The sober potions concocted by Amostar can't restore Hagrid to full sobriety, so in desperation, he can only make Hagrid Hagrid spent the night temporarily in his room.
After going out to retrieve the Daily Prophet in the mailbox, Amosta returned to the dark and narrow living room, flipping through the newspaper while dining alone.
".Black escaped with serious injuries, and Auror Lux, the elite of the Auror office, was heroically injured. He is currently recuperating at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness."
Amosta spread raspberry jam on the baked fluffy and yellowed bread slices, and then rolled them into a ball and put them in his mouth. He let out a long sigh of relief.
"Elite Aurord Lux?"
While chewing the bread, Amosta rolled his eyes and recalled exactly when he hurt the guy named Dawlish last night.
tuk tuk -
The sudden knock on the door outside the hall brought Amosta back to his senses. After discovering who was coming through a few walls with his penetrating eyes, Amosta quickly went to open the door and looked at the smiling face. Gentle Remus Lupine squinted his eyes and asked calmly,
"What, there's an emergency at school. Also, how did you find out I live here?"
Although he was still wearing the whitish and patched wizard robes, Lupine looked better than he did two or three weeks ago, which finally made him look more like an energetic middle-aged man. A young wizard, not a beggar who never stops.
"Don't be nervous, Amostar." Remus said gently,
"Everything is normal in the school, and Harry is not around. Why don't you invite me in to talk, Amosta?"
"I'm just afraid you'll think I'm not decent enough here—"
Knowing that Potter's father had cuckolded Professor Snape, and that Lupine was once James Potter's good friend, Amosta's tone was a little cold, but he turned around and walked back to the living room , beckoning Remus to come in.
For a werewolf who has spent half his life in the muddy life, the resistance and disgust of wizards are already commonplace. Amosta's slightly cold attitude did not make Lupine feel unhappy. It's a bit strange, when we met last time, because of the [-] Galleons, Amosta's attitude towards himself was still very friendly.
As a werewolf, Lupine's demeanor and etiquette can already be regarded as elegant and noble. After entering the room, he stopped at the junction of the foyer and the living room, and looked at Amosta who was continuing to eat with a smile.
"Actually, it was Albus who told me you lived here."
"Oh yes, so did Headmaster Dumbledore show mercy and tell you how he knew I lived here?"
Amosta was not at all surprised that Dumbledore was able to figure out where he lived. Hogsmeade was right under his nose. If he couldn't even figure out this, then Albus Deng Bullido is not worthy of being feared by so many people.
"Ms. Rosmerta, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks, is a friend of Albus—" Remus said gently.
Amosta rolled his eyes and choked on the dough in his throat, which meant that once he rented a house here, Albus Dumbledore even figured out the rent of the house over there.
"Actually, I came here at the request of Dumbledore—" Remus said, pointing to the bedroom, "He hopes that I can help bring Hagrid back to school."
Amosta put down the fork, raised his brows, half-smile,
"That's all?"
(End of this chapter)
"Until Black is caught, Harry, you should stay in the Gryffindor common room every night. You must not sneak out of the castle to find Hagrid in the middle of the night, or break into the Forbidden Forest!" Herr Min said, glaring at Harry sternly.
"You're talking as if we didn't take you with us when we went to find Hagrid."
Ron squinted at Hermione and said a little dissatisfied.
Harry did not intervene in the quarrel between Ron and Hermione. Although his eyes only fell on the photos in the Muggle newspaper, he could also feel a few strange eyes looking at him. The owners of those eyes were Ron and Ron. The same 'official second generation', they already knew the purpose of Black's escape, but because of the warning at home, they didn't publicize it in school.
"I know—" Harry interrupted the argument with a muffled voice.
Black's horror made Harry suddenly recall the place that Professor Bryan took him to during the summer vacation. It let Harry know that the wizarding world is not only beautiful and magical, but also the darkness and filth of the Muggle world. Nothing less.
"After dark, I will try to stay in the castle as much as possible."
Hermione was satisfied with Harry's performance, and Ron seemed very surprised by this, but he also knew that this was not something to be joked about, so after shrugging innocently, he didn't say anything, and buried himself in breakfast.
The first class of the third grade this morning is herbal medicine class shared by Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.
Because of the delay in the conversation at breakfast, Harry and the three of them had to trot all the way to Professor Sprout's greenhouse.
On the lawn of the campus, first-year freshmen are learning how to ride a broomstick under the guidance of Mrs. Hooch.
Looking at the boys and girls floating crookedly ten feet above the ground, Harry couldn't help thinking back to the first time he was exposed to broomsticks in his first year, when he let Malfoy eat it in front of everyone. He was so deflated that he was invited by Professor McGonagall to join the Gryffindor team.
"I hope Black can convince Wood--"
The good memories from the past put Harry in a better mood, and when he was still a few feet away from the greenhouse, Harry muttered under his breath.
"Harry!"
At this moment, Ron, who was following him like a bodyguard, suddenly stopped, pointed in one direction and screamed.
"It's Hagrid and, oh, I'm going to see what's going on!"
After hesitating for a very short time, Harry made a decision. After looking left and right to see if anyone was paying attention to him, he bent down and ran away.
"You just promised us, Harry!"
Looking at the rapidly going away figure, Hermione shouted angrily.
"It's daytime, Hermione, not night!" Harry didn't turn his head, but waved his hand from a distance.
Ron shrugged his shoulders innocently again, and ran over with Harry, while Hermione stomped on the spot angrily. After a while, she sneaked a look at the long, thin golden hair exposed under her collar. Chain, looked around with a guilty conscience, and ran towards Hagrid's hut with his bulging schoolbag.
Amosta pushed open the window of the bedroom, squinting his eyes to face the cool morning breeze, and the tiredness of not sleeping all night gradually left his body.
Although it is very early now, the industrious Hogsmeade local villagers have already started their day's work. A few houses away, the footsteps coming and going on the commercial street and the sound of wooden wheels rolling over stone slabs can already be clearly heard.
The hillside in the distance is still shrouded in hazy white mist, but the mist is also rapidly melting under the gradually dazzling sunlight. A house standing on the gentle slope with a bit of a strange atmosphere looms in the mist, and its head is clear Many Amostars withdrew their gazes and turned to look at the half-blood giant sleeping on their own bed, with helplessness in their gazes.
Late last night, Amosta, who had escaped from the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, dragged his exhausted body back to his temporary residence in Hogsmeade, only to find a drunk Hagrid lying on another Beside the trash can in the alley, after Amosta brought Hagrid back, he improvised a few cups of sober potion for him, asked briefly, and barely figured out what was going on.
"That gray hippogriff... that Draco boy, forgot all my advice from last term, he should be glad Buckbeak didn't slap his neck--"
Perhaps Hagrid's physique, which has giant blood, is too different from normal wizards. The sober potions concocted by Amostar can't restore Hagrid to full sobriety, so in desperation, he can only make Hagrid Hagrid spent the night temporarily in his room.
After going out to retrieve the Daily Prophet in the mailbox, Amosta returned to the dark and narrow living room, flipping through the newspaper while dining alone.
".Black escaped with serious injuries, and Auror Lux, the elite of the Auror office, was heroically injured. He is currently recuperating at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness."
Amosta spread raspberry jam on the baked fluffy and yellowed bread slices, and then rolled them into a ball and put them in his mouth. He let out a long sigh of relief.
"Elite Aurord Lux?"
While chewing the bread, Amosta rolled his eyes and recalled exactly when he hurt the guy named Dawlish last night.
tuk tuk -
The sudden knock on the door outside the hall brought Amosta back to his senses. After discovering who was coming through a few walls with his penetrating eyes, Amosta quickly went to open the door and looked at the smiling face. Gentle Remus Lupine squinted his eyes and asked calmly,
"What, there's an emergency at school. Also, how did you find out I live here?"
Although he was still wearing the whitish and patched wizard robes, Lupine looked better than he did two or three weeks ago, which finally made him look more like an energetic middle-aged man. A young wizard, not a beggar who never stops.
"Don't be nervous, Amostar." Remus said gently,
"Everything is normal in the school, and Harry is not around. Why don't you invite me in to talk, Amosta?"
"I'm just afraid you'll think I'm not decent enough here—"
Knowing that Potter's father had cuckolded Professor Snape, and that Lupine was once James Potter's good friend, Amosta's tone was a little cold, but he turned around and walked back to the living room , beckoning Remus to come in.
For a werewolf who has spent half his life in the muddy life, the resistance and disgust of wizards are already commonplace. Amosta's slightly cold attitude did not make Lupine feel unhappy. It's a bit strange, when we met last time, because of the [-] Galleons, Amosta's attitude towards himself was still very friendly.
As a werewolf, Lupine's demeanor and etiquette can already be regarded as elegant and noble. After entering the room, he stopped at the junction of the foyer and the living room, and looked at Amosta who was continuing to eat with a smile.
"Actually, it was Albus who told me you lived here."
"Oh yes, so did Headmaster Dumbledore show mercy and tell you how he knew I lived here?"
Amosta was not at all surprised that Dumbledore was able to figure out where he lived. Hogsmeade was right under his nose. If he couldn't even figure out this, then Albus Deng Bullido is not worthy of being feared by so many people.
"Ms. Rosmerta, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks, is a friend of Albus—" Remus said gently.
Amosta rolled his eyes and choked on the dough in his throat, which meant that once he rented a house here, Albus Dumbledore even figured out the rent of the house over there.
"Actually, I came here at the request of Dumbledore—" Remus said, pointing to the bedroom, "He hopes that I can help bring Hagrid back to school."
Amosta put down the fork, raised his brows, half-smile,
"That's all?"
(End of this chapter)
