Chapter 140 Angry Harry and Weeping Hagrid
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Gryffindor lounge.
Harry couldn't sleep, he was finally able to go to Hogsmeade yesterday.
Unlike the good mood when he went, he heard a thunderbolt news.
His parents were betrayed.
The other person who betrayed was Sirius Black.
What made him unbelievable the most was that Sirius Black had another layer of identity.
godfather.
This unfamiliar yet familiar title made Harry feel dazed.
Sirius Black is his own godfather.
He was father's best friend, the most trusted brother.
But he betrayed, betrayed his comrades-in-arms, betrayed his good friend, betrayed... his parents.
At that moment, Harry knew, he knew very well, that he couldn't keep his cool.
Like drinking poison, the icy cold and surging hatred intertwined and entangled in the body.
He was angry that it was that person who made him lose his parents.
He resented that his father trusted that person so much, but was betrayed.
He was terrified that the man had fled Azkaban to cut off the last obstacle for Voldemort.
He is sad, the high wall built by his parents is broken by someone he trusts, how sad it should be.
Anger, resentment, fear, sadness... All kinds of emotions are mixed together, like boiling water sprinkled with spices and mud, gurgling and steaming, forming a pungent and unpleasant smell...
Hatred!
He saw Sirius Black laughing at him in the dark, like someone pasted a picture from a photo album in front of his eyes.
Like a movie, he saw how Sirius Black brutally killed another good friend of his father, Peter Pettigrew.
A voice echoed in my ears, full of flattery and excitement: "Successful, master, the Potters asked me to be their secret keeper!"
Screams followed by shrill, maniacal laughter sounded like being approached by a dementor.
Father's resistance, mother's entreaty.
Green light flew into the eyes, making the two people he loved the most disappear.
revenge!
There were no signs of these two words, yet they were so reasonable, they appeared in my mind.
The flames of vengeance burned from his toes until, one night, Harry's hair was screaming for vengeance.
A man of his own age appeared in his mind, powerful and elegant.
If it was John, he would definitely do the same.
Although I am not as strong as John, I have a brave heart that is not afraid of death!
At dawn, Harry didn't know if he slept or not.
His eyes were full of haze, and the aura exuded from his whole body made people dare not approach him.
Walking out of the bedroom, he sat on the soft sofa.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other.
"Harry, you, you look ugly." Hermione didn't know what to say.
From the time she knew Harry to now, she had never seen Harry like this.
At the same time, she also knew that her enemy was the godfather, which was a terrible thing.
Hearing his friend's call, Harry regained consciousness and asked, "Where did everyone go?"
"Let's go, today is the first day of the holiday, do you remember?" Ron looked at Harry carefully and said, "It's almost lunch time, and I'm going to wake you up."
Cloudy light rain turns to snowflakes.
"Stop and fight, you yellow-bellied bastards!"
The flames in the fireplace brought warmth to people, and when Crookshanks saw someone going out, he followed them with steps.
"Harry, listen to me."
Hermione knew her elder brother too well, this expression obviously meant revenge.
She exchanged glances with Ron and said, "What we heard yesterday must have upset you, but the point is, you can't do anything stupid."
The worry was evident on her face, and Harry looked up, asking, "Like what?"
What else, of course, is to find Sirius Black!
"For example, go to Blake." Ron said with a tacit understanding as if he had rehearsed.
Harry's state was too worrying, but he didn't say anything.
Hermione asked worriedly, "You won't, will you, Harry?"
Ron followed, "It's not worth dying for Black."
Not to mention whether Sirius Black can be defeated, just killing people, there is no way to escape, and they will be imprisoned in Azkaban.
Harry understood all this, but let him watch the person who killed his parents get away with it outside, and the heart was crawled up by bugs one after another, biting fiercely with their jagged mouths.
"You know what I see and hear every time a dementor gets too close?"
The young man's angry voice was a little deeper, and he said hoarsely: "I heard my mother screaming, begging Voldemort, if you heard your mother's scream before she was killed, you will never forget it .”
"There's nothing you can do!" Hermione said in panic.
"I know!"
Harry said angrily, "But you want me to do nothing!"
The voice suddenly fell silent, Harry watched Hermione open his mouth, and finally said with dark eyes: "I'm sorry, Hermione, I... I just thought of that person."
"Then what do you want to do when you find him?" Ron swallowed hard, looking very nervous, with a slight tremor in his voice, "You want...to kill Black or something?"
Harry didn't speak, Hermione became anxious first, "Don't be silly, Harry doesn't want to kill anyone, does he, Harry."
She just wanted Harry to be sensible, but Harry couldn't.
No matter how Hermione persuaded him, he remained silent.
In order to ease the atmosphere, Ron proposed to go to Hagner. Today is Christmas, and he must very much hope that someone will go there.
Hermione gave him a savage look, like a fool who couldn't afford to help him.
It's so dangerous outside, my son bah... What if Harry was caught by Black.
As a result, Harry agreed without hesitation, but he couldn't hold back Harry, and hoped that Harry would feel better, so the two could only helplessly and worriedly accompany him.
...
The snow turned from small to large, and white snow quickly piled up on the grass, like fine powder.
John was in Hagrid's hut, looking at the sent investigation letter, lost in thought.
"Why does it feel like Buckbeak's head is hanging?" He just thought of this scene in the movie, and he felt it.
Hagrid heard, as if he had seen Buckbeak beheaded, an earth-shattering howl blasting in John's ears.
John covered his ears and looked at Hagrid enviously.
This physique, this strength, this voice.
It's the perfect warrior template.
The abdominal muscles that I have trained so hard are vulnerable to raw natural strength.
"Okay, Hagrid, isn't there still time?"
Trying to tiptoe so that he could pat Hagrid on the shoulder, it ended up on his belly.
While John was comforting Hagrid, there was a knock on the door outside.
He paused, and was about to open the door when Hagrid had already walked by.
Open the door, and three hairy heads appear.
As soon as John saw the three people, his expression changed drastically, and he said in horror, "Hagrid, hold them down!"
He was really afraid that Hagrid would accidentally kill all three of them.
Fortunately, he shouted in time, Hagrid didn't use so much strength, but it still made the three of them scream.
After closing the door, Hagrid flung himself on the table, crying uncontrollably.
John was going to drink some black tea to calm his shock, but the table almost didn't collapse, and the teacup jumped up.
"John, Hagrid is..." Harry didn't know why Hagrid was so sad.
Obviously, it wasn't like this when I was at the Three Brooms yesterday.
John pointed to the letter on the table, and Harry picked it up suspiciously.
"We accept Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you were not responsible in this regrettable incident."
Harry asked puzzled, "Isn't this a good thing?"
John motioned him to look down, and when he saw the Ministry of Magic's treatment of Buckbeak, he was even more puzzled.
Isn't it just going to the Committee for Disposing of Dangerous Animals to hold a trial? There's nothing to cry about.
Hagrid choked up, "You don't know those guys from the Dangerous Animals Committee, they only deal with funny animals."
As soon as the words fell, there was a sound from the corner of the wooden house.
Everyone watched, Buckbeak was chewing bloody food loudly, the blood all over the place was in stark contrast to Hagrid's words.
John was speechless. I'm afraid in Hagrid's opinion, as long as it doesn't kill him, it's fun.
The three little ones had the same expression. Hermione gave Hagrid advice and wanted to defend Buckbeak.
The same is true for Harry. After Hagrid yelled at his revenge, his thoughts turned into how to help.
Ron and Hermione had expected Harry to scold Hagrid for not telling him the truth about Black, but Harry couldn't bear it.
In a way, Hagrid took care of Harry like a father, how could he say that.
Hagrid felt that the defense was useless, he seemed to have seen the head of the 'cute' Buckbeak split.
Sadness and fear lingered on the big man.
John tried to put the rock cake into his mouth, feeling like he was eating a tasteless stone, which made him frown.
"What did Dumbledore say, Hagrid?"
Hearing John's words, Hagrid finally stopped crying and whimpered: "He has done too much for me, and he has a lot of things in his hands, Dementors, Aurors, and Sirius..."
After finishing speaking, Hagrid was sad again, and howled, "My poor Buckbeak—"
"Well, there may be other ways."
As soon as John finished speaking, everyone looked at him.
Just as he was about to smile confidently, he suddenly remembered something.
I had a problem with my right hand, which was not a big deal.
But embarrassingly, Johnny Silver writes with his right hand.
...
Harry couldn't sleep, he was finally able to go to Hogsmeade yesterday.
Unlike the good mood when he went, he heard a thunderbolt news.
His parents were betrayed.
The other person who betrayed was Sirius Black.
What made him unbelievable the most was that Sirius Black had another layer of identity.
godfather.
This unfamiliar yet familiar title made Harry feel dazed.
Sirius Black is his own godfather.
He was father's best friend, the most trusted brother.
But he betrayed, betrayed his comrades-in-arms, betrayed his good friend, betrayed... his parents.
At that moment, Harry knew, he knew very well, that he couldn't keep his cool.
Like drinking poison, the icy cold and surging hatred intertwined and entangled in the body.
He was angry that it was that person who made him lose his parents.
He resented that his father trusted that person so much, but was betrayed.
He was terrified that the man had fled Azkaban to cut off the last obstacle for Voldemort.
He is sad, the high wall built by his parents is broken by someone he trusts, how sad it should be.
Anger, resentment, fear, sadness... All kinds of emotions are mixed together, like boiling water sprinkled with spices and mud, gurgling and steaming, forming a pungent and unpleasant smell...
Hatred!
He saw Sirius Black laughing at him in the dark, like someone pasted a picture from a photo album in front of his eyes.
Like a movie, he saw how Sirius Black brutally killed another good friend of his father, Peter Pettigrew.
A voice echoed in my ears, full of flattery and excitement: "Successful, master, the Potters asked me to be their secret keeper!"
Screams followed by shrill, maniacal laughter sounded like being approached by a dementor.
Father's resistance, mother's entreaty.
Green light flew into the eyes, making the two people he loved the most disappear.
revenge!
There were no signs of these two words, yet they were so reasonable, they appeared in my mind.
The flames of vengeance burned from his toes until, one night, Harry's hair was screaming for vengeance.
A man of his own age appeared in his mind, powerful and elegant.
If it was John, he would definitely do the same.
Although I am not as strong as John, I have a brave heart that is not afraid of death!
At dawn, Harry didn't know if he slept or not.
His eyes were full of haze, and the aura exuded from his whole body made people dare not approach him.
Walking out of the bedroom, he sat on the soft sofa.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other.
"Harry, you, you look ugly." Hermione didn't know what to say.
From the time she knew Harry to now, she had never seen Harry like this.
At the same time, she also knew that her enemy was the godfather, which was a terrible thing.
Hearing his friend's call, Harry regained consciousness and asked, "Where did everyone go?"
"Let's go, today is the first day of the holiday, do you remember?" Ron looked at Harry carefully and said, "It's almost lunch time, and I'm going to wake you up."
Cloudy light rain turns to snowflakes.
"Stop and fight, you yellow-bellied bastards!"
The flames in the fireplace brought warmth to people, and when Crookshanks saw someone going out, he followed them with steps.
"Harry, listen to me."
Hermione knew her elder brother too well, this expression obviously meant revenge.
She exchanged glances with Ron and said, "What we heard yesterday must have upset you, but the point is, you can't do anything stupid."
The worry was evident on her face, and Harry looked up, asking, "Like what?"
What else, of course, is to find Sirius Black!
"For example, go to Blake." Ron said with a tacit understanding as if he had rehearsed.
Harry's state was too worrying, but he didn't say anything.
Hermione asked worriedly, "You won't, will you, Harry?"
Ron followed, "It's not worth dying for Black."
Not to mention whether Sirius Black can be defeated, just killing people, there is no way to escape, and they will be imprisoned in Azkaban.
Harry understood all this, but let him watch the person who killed his parents get away with it outside, and the heart was crawled up by bugs one after another, biting fiercely with their jagged mouths.
"You know what I see and hear every time a dementor gets too close?"
The young man's angry voice was a little deeper, and he said hoarsely: "I heard my mother screaming, begging Voldemort, if you heard your mother's scream before she was killed, you will never forget it .”
"There's nothing you can do!" Hermione said in panic.
"I know!"
Harry said angrily, "But you want me to do nothing!"
The voice suddenly fell silent, Harry watched Hermione open his mouth, and finally said with dark eyes: "I'm sorry, Hermione, I... I just thought of that person."
"Then what do you want to do when you find him?" Ron swallowed hard, looking very nervous, with a slight tremor in his voice, "You want...to kill Black or something?"
Harry didn't speak, Hermione became anxious first, "Don't be silly, Harry doesn't want to kill anyone, does he, Harry."
She just wanted Harry to be sensible, but Harry couldn't.
No matter how Hermione persuaded him, he remained silent.
In order to ease the atmosphere, Ron proposed to go to Hagner. Today is Christmas, and he must very much hope that someone will go there.
Hermione gave him a savage look, like a fool who couldn't afford to help him.
It's so dangerous outside, my son bah... What if Harry was caught by Black.
As a result, Harry agreed without hesitation, but he couldn't hold back Harry, and hoped that Harry would feel better, so the two could only helplessly and worriedly accompany him.
...
The snow turned from small to large, and white snow quickly piled up on the grass, like fine powder.
John was in Hagrid's hut, looking at the sent investigation letter, lost in thought.
"Why does it feel like Buckbeak's head is hanging?" He just thought of this scene in the movie, and he felt it.
Hagrid heard, as if he had seen Buckbeak beheaded, an earth-shattering howl blasting in John's ears.
John covered his ears and looked at Hagrid enviously.
This physique, this strength, this voice.
It's the perfect warrior template.
The abdominal muscles that I have trained so hard are vulnerable to raw natural strength.
"Okay, Hagrid, isn't there still time?"
Trying to tiptoe so that he could pat Hagrid on the shoulder, it ended up on his belly.
While John was comforting Hagrid, there was a knock on the door outside.
He paused, and was about to open the door when Hagrid had already walked by.
Open the door, and three hairy heads appear.
As soon as John saw the three people, his expression changed drastically, and he said in horror, "Hagrid, hold them down!"
He was really afraid that Hagrid would accidentally kill all three of them.
Fortunately, he shouted in time, Hagrid didn't use so much strength, but it still made the three of them scream.
After closing the door, Hagrid flung himself on the table, crying uncontrollably.
John was going to drink some black tea to calm his shock, but the table almost didn't collapse, and the teacup jumped up.
"John, Hagrid is..." Harry didn't know why Hagrid was so sad.
Obviously, it wasn't like this when I was at the Three Brooms yesterday.
John pointed to the letter on the table, and Harry picked it up suspiciously.
"We accept Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you were not responsible in this regrettable incident."
Harry asked puzzled, "Isn't this a good thing?"
John motioned him to look down, and when he saw the Ministry of Magic's treatment of Buckbeak, he was even more puzzled.
Isn't it just going to the Committee for Disposing of Dangerous Animals to hold a trial? There's nothing to cry about.
Hagrid choked up, "You don't know those guys from the Dangerous Animals Committee, they only deal with funny animals."
As soon as the words fell, there was a sound from the corner of the wooden house.
Everyone watched, Buckbeak was chewing bloody food loudly, the blood all over the place was in stark contrast to Hagrid's words.
John was speechless. I'm afraid in Hagrid's opinion, as long as it doesn't kill him, it's fun.
The three little ones had the same expression. Hermione gave Hagrid advice and wanted to defend Buckbeak.
The same is true for Harry. After Hagrid yelled at his revenge, his thoughts turned into how to help.
Ron and Hermione had expected Harry to scold Hagrid for not telling him the truth about Black, but Harry couldn't bear it.
In a way, Hagrid took care of Harry like a father, how could he say that.
Hagrid felt that the defense was useless, he seemed to have seen the head of the 'cute' Buckbeak split.
Sadness and fear lingered on the big man.
John tried to put the rock cake into his mouth, feeling like he was eating a tasteless stone, which made him frown.
"What did Dumbledore say, Hagrid?"
Hearing John's words, Hagrid finally stopped crying and whimpered: "He has done too much for me, and he has a lot of things in his hands, Dementors, Aurors, and Sirius..."
After finishing speaking, Hagrid was sad again, and howled, "My poor Buckbeak—"
"Well, there may be other ways."
As soon as John finished speaking, everyone looked at him.
Just as he was about to smile confidently, he suddenly remembered something.
I had a problem with my right hand, which was not a big deal.
But embarrassingly, Johnny Silver writes with his right hand.
...
