Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1065 Parasite

  Every Christmas, stores and shopping malls will continue to play Christmas songs, so as to set off the Christmas atmosphere and remind everyone that the holiday season is approaching.

  Harry rolled over and tried to fall asleep again, but Sirius’s singing downstairs made him unable to sleep.

  He lifted the quilt, walked barefoot on the floor of Black’s old house, then opened the door and followed the singing to the downstairs.

  As he passed the second floor, he stopped for a moment and looked at the living room subconsciously.

  He was alone in the living room for a while on Christmas Day in 1995. At that time, everyone was busy decorating the dining room. There was no Christmas tree in the living room. It seemed very deserted. On that day, Sirius was singing Christmas carols.

  Harry did not see his young self in the dark living room. It seemed to indicate that this was not a memory of someone in the meditation basin.

Then he continued down the stairs until he came to the kitchen on the ground floor. The historic President Phoenix table was laid out again, although Ginny had cut it off because he thought it was getting in the way. Drop more than half and put it away.

"Okay, Dad is back!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, and then kissed Arthur. His face was very pale, so the bruises on his face appeared even more conspicuous. It was bitten by Nagini and left behind. of.

   "How do you feel?" Sirius' voice sounded behind Harry, "I heard you dreamed that Nagini attacked Arthur."

  Harry turned his head, Sirius Black was standing behind him, the living one, he looked very handsome except for a little pale.

   "Why?" Harry said incoherently.

   "What and why?" Sirius asked.

   "Why are you here?"

  "This is my parents' home. Where can I be if I'm not here?" Sirius looked at the old Black house. "No matter how I try to escape from it, I will return in the end."

  Harry was a little confused.

   "Am I dreaming?"

   Sirius smiled mysteriously, when Arthur's loud voice came from the other end.

   "Harry Potter! I wouldn't be here without him." Arthur raised his glass "Harry."

   "Harry." The Weasley children and Hermione also raised their glasses and said.

   "Harry." Sirius said, having a glass of wine in his hand as a juggler, and then slurped it.

   "Stop it!" Harry said out of control, "Stop it all."

  Everyone looked at him strangely.

   Harry turned and left the kitchen and ran deep into the dark corridor.

  Unconsciously, he came to a piece of snow, surrounded by towering giant trees, and in the distance there was a house surrounded by barbed wire that looked crumbling, and his invisibility cloak was held in his hand.

   "Why don't you go to the party, Harry?" Sirius asked, "Everyone is waiting for you."

  At this moment, he changed from the suit from the clothing store and put on Azkaban’s prison uniform, even then he was still handsome.

   "I can't sit with them!"

   "Why?" Sirius asked again.

   "I'm contaminated." Harry said painfully, "I used to be one of his Horcruxes. He used to live in my body!"

   "But he has been destroyed, Harry." Sirius said, "You did a great job."

   "What if Dumbledore made a mistake?" Harry said heartbreakingly, "I should die, not alive."

  "Why do you have such thoughts?" Remus' voice sounded behind him, "Your mother uses her life to protect you."

   "My husband is right." Tonks leaned on Remus and said to his shoulder, "If you die, who will protect our son."

   "He thought he was dead and the Horcrux would be destroyed." Aristo Moody said grumpily. "If it were that simple, Dumbledore would order us to destroy you, not protect you."

  "Are you ashamed of yourself for being alive?" Sirius said.

   "No!" Harry said flatly.

   "But you must feel very ashamed, otherwise you won't wear the same clothes as me."

  Harry looked down and found that his pajamas had become prison uniforms.

  Some black cloaks floated in the distant sky, and he knew that it was the dementor who was looking for the escaped prisoner.

   "Come with me, it's not safe." Sirius reached out to Harry, Harry took him, and then the two walked into a dark cave, or a secret road.

  When they walked out from the other side of the secret road, they returned to the old house of Black. The Weasleys and Hermione were having dinner, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

   "Look at her." Sirius looked at Hermione and said, "How do you think she looks?"

  Harry looked at Sirius in confusion, and then at Hermione. She was still smiling, not seeing anything unusual.

   "I heard that you kissed a girl under the parasite. Is her name Qiu Zhang?" Sirius asked.

"how do you know?"

   Sirius showed a visibly displeased expression, and then said, “Hermione originally had her own family and could spend Christmas with her Muggle parents. She looks very uncomfortable, can’t you tell?”

  Harry watched Hermione carefully for a long time, but still didn't see what Sirius said, and then he was hit in the back of the head.

  "At this point, you are like James, always so slow." Sirius said dissatisfiedly.

  Harry touched the back of his faintly painful head, then glanced at Sirius again, his lake-green eyes filled with confusion.

   "She is lonely, and her situation is different from yours."

"What's the difference?"

   "The Weasleys make you feel the warmth of the family that you can't feel at Petunia's. They kept you on our side. Hermione Granger was parasitic here."

   "No one thinks that way."

   "But she thinks so herself." Sirius said, "Tell me, how do you feel when you spend Christmas at Desli's house?"

   Harry suddenly realized, and then looked at Hermione who kept smiling.

   "That's it, you can't act arbitrarily like Dudley, because you know that your uncle and aunt are not your biological parents, and they will not unconditionally tolerate your mistakes."

   "No, I mean..." Harry said some words too poorly.

   "Isn't she like you?" Sirius took a sip of wine, "Like the servant of that house?"

   "I'll help you, Molly." Hermione smiled and stood up, walked to the stove, and put the cut cake on the plate.

   "Thank you, dear." Molly also smiled and said.

  Ginny glanced at them, and then continued to eat the food on the plate indifferently, while the twins were making fun of Ron's vest.

  "Your friend needs your help." Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder. "And you are the godfather of Remus' son. There are many people who need you, Harry Potter."

   "But, how can I help Hermione?" Harry felt a sudden lightness on his shoulders, and turned his head subconsciously. Sirius had disappeared, leaving only the unfinished glass of wine on the locker at the door.

   "Siris?" Harry called, but no one answered.

  He walked towards the door, and it didn’t take long to see Sirius Black’s back. He was hugging Harry’s father, James Potter, and his mother, Lily Potter, was standing next to him.

   "You have the same eyes as your mother."

  Harry heard Severus Snape's voice.

   Harry followed the voice and looked over, and found that Snape was lying in a pool of blood.

  At this time they were in the dock. Voldemort and the snake were gone, only him and Snape were left. There was a test tube in his hand, and there was a memory that radiated silver light.

  After finishing this sentence, there seemed to be something disappearing in the depths of Snape's black eyes, leaving only sluggish, dull, and hollow eyes. His hand slammed on the floor, and Snape didn't move anymore.

   "You know how to save him." Harry heard a hoarse and grim voice behind him, "Even if you can't get St Mungo's antidote at the time, you can use a blood tonic to prevent him from bleeding too much."

   "No..." Harry stepped back in fear.

   "You watched him die because you already sentenced him to death while he was alive." The hoarse voice said, "What was the first moment you saw him?"

  That is a dying person.

   Harry opened his eyes wide, thinking about it with fear, but did not dare to speak.

   "What did you think when you saw that snake attack Arthur?"

   "I want to notify others to rescue him." Harry whispered.

   "Look, this is the crux of the problem." The hoarse voice was so weird that he grinned, "You watched him die because you didn't want to save him."

   Harry turned his head and looked at the person who was talking.

  A beautiful woman was lying on the shore looking at him, her eyes seemed to be watching a play.

  "How is your voice..."

   "I traded my voice for a pair of human legs, but the human being I love did not love me." The woman continued in a hoarse voice, "It's just that I didn't become a bubble like in a fairy tale."

  "Are you a mermaid?"

  The woman did not answer him, but instead lifted a golden egg from the water and placed it on the floor in front of him.

  "You know how to use it." The mermaid said, "The next clue is in this golden egg."

"and many more……"

  The mermaid ignored him, turned around and returned to the lake. Harry wanted to catch her, but because the soles of his shoes were covered with blood, he fell into the cold water of the lake.

  After a brief suffocation, he gasped and opened his eyes.

  At this time, he was in the ward of St. Mungo’s Hospital. Ron Weasley was lying on the bed not far away. He seemed to be fine, but he was still in a coma, and there was no sign of waking up.

   "You're awake." Hermione said tiredly, and she was looking at Ron from the chair next to Harry.

   "I'm sorry, I fell asleep." Harry sat up from the back chair in an awkward posture, and every inch of his body was hurting badly, as if he had just received an Avadaso spell.

   "It doesn't matter, I understand, you guys were busy all night last night."

  Harry looked at the sky, it was already daytime.

   "Did you read today's Daily Prophet?" Harry asked.

   "No." Hermione said, and then she took her eyes away from Ron and landed on Harry. "Don't worry about what Rita Kist writes..."

  "Don't worry about me, did you notify Molly and Arthur?" Harry interrupted Hermione.

  Hermione looked at Ron with anxiety.

   "If you don't know how to speak, I'll help you." Harry grabbed Hermione's hand. "Besides, I asked Ron to track Wormtail."

  Hermione let out a long sigh of relief, "Thank you."

   "Don't say that, have you eaten?"

   "Maybe." Hermione said in a daze.

   "You are sitting here, I'll get you something to eat." He stood up, and just about to leave the ward, an owl flew in from the open window with a cloth bag under its paw.

Harry walked over and unwrapped the cloth from the owl's paws. The inside was heavy and exuded a rich chocolate sweetness. The outside of the cloth was written in gilded words: To my dear godson, Della Co. Malfoy.

  Harry seemed to be petrified.

   "What's wrong? Harry." Hermione asked.

   "Malfoy is doing an internship in this ward, right?" Harry asked calmly.

   "It seems to be." Hermione said.

   "No wonder this owl will come here to find him." Harry looked at the word "godson" in his pocket and was silent for a while, then opened the pocket with his hands.

  There is an Easter egg inside, and its appearance is as gorgeous as the golden egg of the Triwizard Tournament.

   "This seems to be something from Malfoy, why are you..."

   "You seemed to have something to tell me before, Hermione?" Harry interrupted her. "What are you going to tell me?"

   Harry threw the cloth bag to Hermione.

   "Is he still alive, right? Hermione, Professor Snape?" Harry asked, "only he would call Draco Malfoy his godson."

   "But he wouldn't call Malfoy the'dear' godson." Hermione shook her head and smiled bitterly. "This was given to him by his godmother."

   "Godmother?"

   "Professor Sprout, but she was not when she was studying, he recognized it after graduation."

   Harry opened his mouth in surprise.

"What I want to tell you is also related to her." Hermione looked at Harry calmly. "Do you remember the silent attack on Diagon Alley last Christmas? I think Professor Sprout knows that Who is its parasitic silent person."

  (End of this chapter)