Chapter 367 John and Harry
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Daphne."
Daphne opened her eyes, she didn't know when she fell asleep.
Maybe it was too sad, or maybe too many things happened today.
She was in the Star Club and seemed to hear John's voice.
She looked around.
The muffled sound of something hitting the table made her look over.
A bottle, put it there.
She walked over and picked up the thing, and the bloody liquid flowed inside.
The starlight on the dome brightened, and Daphne held out her hand.
The starlight condensed in the palm of his hand and turned into a small bottle of water.
She looked at the two bottles of things that appeared, and suddenly remembered what John told her in her ear that day.
"When two reds come out, you need to mix it together."
She held the two bottles tightly, opened the water gall bottle, and poured some scented blood into the other bottle.
The blood color mixed with the blood color, solidified and dispersed in it like a whirlpool.
The scorching heat burned a layer of skin off Daphne's slender fingers.
She didn't let go, she held the bottle tightly.
Through that layer of crystal, the blood color burns like a flame.
Gradually, the burning part changes and condenses into a beautiful bird.
...
Ghosts at Hogwarts seem to be infected by grief.
Today's ghost, not a single one can be seen.
They are not so quiet on weekdays.
The Slytherin candles never went out, and they lingered outside, candles in their hands.
Turning and walking round and round, it seems to mourn their departed king.
When you die, everyone will come to love you.
Even Gryffindor let go of his prejudices. His bravery once conquered Gryffindor.
Hufflepuff talked about the boy he could sometimes meet in the kitchen, and the house-elves would sing about him.
Ravenclaw sighed for his haughty stature, for his wit and brilliance.
Snape stood by the door, his expression darkened.
Professor McGonagall came over, hesitated to speak.
There is a wreath after another in the foyer.
Besides this, Snape was also distracted by another place.
"Dumbledore already knows, he's going there," Snape said calmly.
Professor McGonagall naturally knew where to go, and she would never have thought that something would happen to Harry at such a moment.
So she asked, "Aren't his friends coming?"
John Wick friend, here's the second hit.
Professor McGonagall was terrified that these children would be overwhelmed.
Snape's expression was covered by his hair, and his tone was flat, "They stay in that room."
The existence of Qunxing Club is no longer a secret, they all acquiesce in the existence of that mysterious room.
Like the Room of Requirement, that thing is part of the mystery of Hogwarts.
Years later, perhaps a reckless little wizard would discover that room and know that the Star Society once existed in Hogwarts.
The centaur divination professor, Firenze came out, his heart was heavy and bewildered.
What he saw from the astrology should not be like this.
But this can only prove that even the best horsemen can miscalculate one day.
Professor McGonagall sighed and said, "Let's lift the curfew today, and treat it as the last day."
They should have left school not long ago, but no one did.
Then the curfew can also be relaxed for one day.
"I think our administrators will think it's fine too."
Professor McGonagall looked towards the foyer. Filch was thinking about something while hugging Mrs. Norris.
Mrs. Norris was exceptionally quiet today, her big furry tail swept Filch's arm.
He carried Mrs. Norris to his office.
Without the Weasley twins, there's no need to worry about someone throwing shit into it.
The room was much tidier, and the chains and shackles he had carefully maintained were hanging there.
There were two boxes on the table, and he went over to open them.
"It's great, he also sent you a cat food gift package and my new clothes."
Filch saw a new tuxedo and cat food in the room, he said to Mrs Norris.
The only boy who could give a gift to Filch, the administrator whom everyone hated at Hogwarts.
It was also the only one over the years, allowing him to open the box and eat the contents with confidence.
Give a Squib equal, only that one.
Filch put Mrs. Norris down, took out the cat food and poured Mrs. Norris a bowl.
He sat there, holding the box with the tuxedo in his hand.
For some reason, he felt like he couldn't hold on anymore.
As a Squib, he hangs around in the magic school, hating ghosts, hating wizards who can use magic, hoping to torture them.
A belief that 'maybe you can suddenly learn magic in a magic school' supported him.
He is also used to being hated by his students and lives with his cat.
But suddenly a student came.
As soon as he entered school, he got into trouble and was imprisoned. He was not afraid of himself at all.
He would groom Mrs. Norris, and share the dried fish he brought with that cat that everyone hated.
At Christmas, the only gift I can receive is the box signed by that student.
Students bring ice cream, which is their favorite flavor.
When he saw his Squib letter, he didn't despise himself, let alone publicize it.
He wouldn't laugh at himself for exercising beyond his limits, and a Squib would never be as good as a wizard.
He gave himself the feeling of using magic for the first time.
It was a pair of shoes that had the magical power to make a Squib run faster than a wizard.
He'd do himself a favor instead of dumping the mess in the hallway because there's a nasty caretaker there.
That student would still violate the rules, but he was no stranger to it.
On the contrary, it is also an interesting experience to meet each other at night and pretend not to see each other.
Suddenly everything is gone.
In the days to come, there would be no gift boxes at Christmas, and Mrs. Norris would not leave her hair soft and smooth.
Do you want to stay and fight with those 'bad students'?
Tired.
Suddenly very tired.
Filch looked at the manacles, which he dreamed of one day being used to punish students.
But now, it doesn't make any sense.
He tore it off angrily, smashing those things to the ground with a clanging sound.
After smashing it, he just lay there, and he could do whatever he liked.
...
hall.
At this time, the auditorium was empty.
No one but John in the flowers.
They were also afraid of disturbing the Slytherin King's Rest.
Daphne clenched the bottle of blood-colored potion tightly in her hand, the scorching heat made her feel like her palm was about to melt.
She came to John with tears in her eyes, and reached out to caress John's cheek.
"Remember our agreement, John." She whispered, pointing the bottle to John's lips.
Two owls, one black and one white, flew into the auditorium and stood beside the peaceful face.
They are like Fu Jin and Wu Ni in the myth, accompanying them by their side.
Daphne gave John the whole bottle of liquid to drink, stepped aside, and clasped her hands together with unprecedented piety, "Please, John, remember our agreement and come back."
The liquid flowed down John's throat into his battered body and into his unrecognizable stomach.
A little red enters the black blood, and a ray of flame ignites.
In just three seconds, it turned into a prairie fire, igniting the whole body.
The fire spread out.
First the body, then the coffin, then the staff table, the auditorium...
...
Hall of Death.
Harry stared at the arch, he was sure that was where the voice was coming from.
But why?
Why do my scars hurt?
Could it be Voldemort in it?
He approached the arch slowly, and the curtains seemed very soft without any wind.
Just as Harry was about to make contact, he heard a roar.
"Harry, come back!"
With a tight arm, he was pulled back forcefully.
He looked over and saw Sirius.
Sirius ran over, risking being hit by Bellatrix.
The fog began to clear, and Harry came to himself.
Sirius, with blood all over his nose, dragged Harry outside.
Suddenly a red light came, he pushed Harry away and fell on the high platform, he bent down to avoid it and laughed loudly: "This is not your level!"
Harry saw Bellatrix laugh maniacally, and another beam of light hit Sirius' chest, stopping his laughter abruptly.
"Do not!!!"
Sirius fell back, the smile not quite gone, but his eyes rounded in horror.
Harry tried to grab him, but he was too late.
In a graceful arc, Sirius' falling body became very slow to Harry's eyes, falling backwards into the tattered curtain hanging over the archway.
The thin and haggard face was no longer as handsome as when he was a student. Fear and surprise were mixed on his face, and he looked at Harry with relief and relief.
"James."
"Where's your mother, Zhan?"
The curtain behind him flickered with flames, and he kicked Sirius on the left rib, sending him flying more than ten meters away.
...
Daphne opened her eyes, she didn't know when she fell asleep.
Maybe it was too sad, or maybe too many things happened today.
She was in the Star Club and seemed to hear John's voice.
She looked around.
The muffled sound of something hitting the table made her look over.
A bottle, put it there.
She walked over and picked up the thing, and the bloody liquid flowed inside.
The starlight on the dome brightened, and Daphne held out her hand.
The starlight condensed in the palm of his hand and turned into a small bottle of water.
She looked at the two bottles of things that appeared, and suddenly remembered what John told her in her ear that day.
"When two reds come out, you need to mix it together."
She held the two bottles tightly, opened the water gall bottle, and poured some scented blood into the other bottle.
The blood color mixed with the blood color, solidified and dispersed in it like a whirlpool.
The scorching heat burned a layer of skin off Daphne's slender fingers.
She didn't let go, she held the bottle tightly.
Through that layer of crystal, the blood color burns like a flame.
Gradually, the burning part changes and condenses into a beautiful bird.
...
Ghosts at Hogwarts seem to be infected by grief.
Today's ghost, not a single one can be seen.
They are not so quiet on weekdays.
The Slytherin candles never went out, and they lingered outside, candles in their hands.
Turning and walking round and round, it seems to mourn their departed king.
When you die, everyone will come to love you.
Even Gryffindor let go of his prejudices. His bravery once conquered Gryffindor.
Hufflepuff talked about the boy he could sometimes meet in the kitchen, and the house-elves would sing about him.
Ravenclaw sighed for his haughty stature, for his wit and brilliance.
Snape stood by the door, his expression darkened.
Professor McGonagall came over, hesitated to speak.
There is a wreath after another in the foyer.
Besides this, Snape was also distracted by another place.
"Dumbledore already knows, he's going there," Snape said calmly.
Professor McGonagall naturally knew where to go, and she would never have thought that something would happen to Harry at such a moment.
So she asked, "Aren't his friends coming?"
John Wick friend, here's the second hit.
Professor McGonagall was terrified that these children would be overwhelmed.
Snape's expression was covered by his hair, and his tone was flat, "They stay in that room."
The existence of Qunxing Club is no longer a secret, they all acquiesce in the existence of that mysterious room.
Like the Room of Requirement, that thing is part of the mystery of Hogwarts.
Years later, perhaps a reckless little wizard would discover that room and know that the Star Society once existed in Hogwarts.
The centaur divination professor, Firenze came out, his heart was heavy and bewildered.
What he saw from the astrology should not be like this.
But this can only prove that even the best horsemen can miscalculate one day.
Professor McGonagall sighed and said, "Let's lift the curfew today, and treat it as the last day."
They should have left school not long ago, but no one did.
Then the curfew can also be relaxed for one day.
"I think our administrators will think it's fine too."
Professor McGonagall looked towards the foyer. Filch was thinking about something while hugging Mrs. Norris.
Mrs. Norris was exceptionally quiet today, her big furry tail swept Filch's arm.
He carried Mrs. Norris to his office.
Without the Weasley twins, there's no need to worry about someone throwing shit into it.
The room was much tidier, and the chains and shackles he had carefully maintained were hanging there.
There were two boxes on the table, and he went over to open them.
"It's great, he also sent you a cat food gift package and my new clothes."
Filch saw a new tuxedo and cat food in the room, he said to Mrs Norris.
The only boy who could give a gift to Filch, the administrator whom everyone hated at Hogwarts.
It was also the only one over the years, allowing him to open the box and eat the contents with confidence.
Give a Squib equal, only that one.
Filch put Mrs. Norris down, took out the cat food and poured Mrs. Norris a bowl.
He sat there, holding the box with the tuxedo in his hand.
For some reason, he felt like he couldn't hold on anymore.
As a Squib, he hangs around in the magic school, hating ghosts, hating wizards who can use magic, hoping to torture them.
A belief that 'maybe you can suddenly learn magic in a magic school' supported him.
He is also used to being hated by his students and lives with his cat.
But suddenly a student came.
As soon as he entered school, he got into trouble and was imprisoned. He was not afraid of himself at all.
He would groom Mrs. Norris, and share the dried fish he brought with that cat that everyone hated.
At Christmas, the only gift I can receive is the box signed by that student.
Students bring ice cream, which is their favorite flavor.
When he saw his Squib letter, he didn't despise himself, let alone publicize it.
He wouldn't laugh at himself for exercising beyond his limits, and a Squib would never be as good as a wizard.
He gave himself the feeling of using magic for the first time.
It was a pair of shoes that had the magical power to make a Squib run faster than a wizard.
He'd do himself a favor instead of dumping the mess in the hallway because there's a nasty caretaker there.
That student would still violate the rules, but he was no stranger to it.
On the contrary, it is also an interesting experience to meet each other at night and pretend not to see each other.
Suddenly everything is gone.
In the days to come, there would be no gift boxes at Christmas, and Mrs. Norris would not leave her hair soft and smooth.
Do you want to stay and fight with those 'bad students'?
Tired.
Suddenly very tired.
Filch looked at the manacles, which he dreamed of one day being used to punish students.
But now, it doesn't make any sense.
He tore it off angrily, smashing those things to the ground with a clanging sound.
After smashing it, he just lay there, and he could do whatever he liked.
...
hall.
At this time, the auditorium was empty.
No one but John in the flowers.
They were also afraid of disturbing the Slytherin King's Rest.
Daphne clenched the bottle of blood-colored potion tightly in her hand, the scorching heat made her feel like her palm was about to melt.
She came to John with tears in her eyes, and reached out to caress John's cheek.
"Remember our agreement, John." She whispered, pointing the bottle to John's lips.
Two owls, one black and one white, flew into the auditorium and stood beside the peaceful face.
They are like Fu Jin and Wu Ni in the myth, accompanying them by their side.
Daphne gave John the whole bottle of liquid to drink, stepped aside, and clasped her hands together with unprecedented piety, "Please, John, remember our agreement and come back."
The liquid flowed down John's throat into his battered body and into his unrecognizable stomach.
A little red enters the black blood, and a ray of flame ignites.
In just three seconds, it turned into a prairie fire, igniting the whole body.
The fire spread out.
First the body, then the coffin, then the staff table, the auditorium...
...
Hall of Death.
Harry stared at the arch, he was sure that was where the voice was coming from.
But why?
Why do my scars hurt?
Could it be Voldemort in it?
He approached the arch slowly, and the curtains seemed very soft without any wind.
Just as Harry was about to make contact, he heard a roar.
"Harry, come back!"
With a tight arm, he was pulled back forcefully.
He looked over and saw Sirius.
Sirius ran over, risking being hit by Bellatrix.
The fog began to clear, and Harry came to himself.
Sirius, with blood all over his nose, dragged Harry outside.
Suddenly a red light came, he pushed Harry away and fell on the high platform, he bent down to avoid it and laughed loudly: "This is not your level!"
Harry saw Bellatrix laugh maniacally, and another beam of light hit Sirius' chest, stopping his laughter abruptly.
"Do not!!!"
Sirius fell back, the smile not quite gone, but his eyes rounded in horror.
Harry tried to grab him, but he was too late.
In a graceful arc, Sirius' falling body became very slow to Harry's eyes, falling backwards into the tattered curtain hanging over the archway.
The thin and haggard face was no longer as handsome as when he was a student. Fear and surprise were mixed on his face, and he looked at Harry with relief and relief.
"James."
"Where's your mother, Zhan?"
The curtain behind him flickered with flames, and he kicked Sirius on the left rib, sending him flying more than ten meters away.
...
