Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1066 Crazy March Rabbit

Harry and Dudley’s elementary school organizes activities before the Easter holiday every year, allowing children to paint the egg-shaped candy box with their favorite colors, or decorate it with various handmade materials, and then donate them to charity organization.

  Adults often tell children vividly that Easter eggs are under the rabbits, and they put the eggs in churches, gardens, etc., and let the children play egg hunting games.

  This is an entertainment for adults, but not for children, especially the "joke" that the eggs are under the rabbit. Harry has a classmate who refuses to eat eggs because she has a pet rabbit.

  It was not until after participating in the Easter egg painting activity that she believed that the eggs were really made by chickens.

  Harry and Dudley had never participated in the activity of picking eggs, and Aunt Petunia would not let Dudley touch the food that fell on the ground.

  As for Dudley's desire to eat candy, he doesn't even have to beg, Petunia is ready.

Harry ate the candy in Easter eggs for the first time after arriving at Hogwarts. Generally speaking, their eggs are the same size as Ron’s, and they are only in the fourth grade because of essays written by Rita Kistnaton. , Hermione’s egg is only the size of an egg, and to comfort him, Harry’s egg is the size of a dragon egg.

  The egg that Draco Malfoy received is probably only as big as an egg under Ukrainian iron skin. Although he had reached the age when he had no interest in candy, Harry was so unhappy that he stuffed it into his cloth pocket and restored it to its original shape.

   Lucky for Draco Malfoy, there are elders to help everywhere, even the Dean of Hefpaff has become his godmother.

  He carried the cloth pocket and looked for the platinum head in the green gown everywhere in the hospital.

  When he came to the atrium, Harry's eyes flashed a green light, and he subconsciously looked in that direction. It turned out to be the light refracted by a green Easter egg in the reception area.

  Easter is coming, and the reception of St. Mungo is being set up to make it look a little festive. The Christmas decorations at each door have been taken down and replaced by bright flowers such as primroses.

   "Harry!"

  Molly screamed when she saw him far away.

  Harry found that everyone else was turned to him by her shout, subconsciously trying to hide, and then he calmly walked over to Molly.

   "Where is Ron? Is he okay?"

   "Calm down, Molly." Harry said calmly, "The blood has stopped, his life is worry-free, and Ron can be transferred to the injury department on the fourth floor in the afternoon."

   "The same ward as me." Arthur smiled cheerfully and said, "What bit him?"

   "A swamp digger."

   "What is he doing in the swamp?" Molly asked.

   Harry looked around.

   "I see." Arthur held Molly's shoulders "He's on a secret mission, isn't he?"

"Wait for a while." Harry said, handing the bag to the reception desk and asking them to pass it on to Draco, but he blanked out the line "for my dear godson" to avoid unnecessary occurrences. Misunderstanding.

After returning to the ward on the second floor, Hermione who was accompanying the bed immediately stood up.

  Molly glanced at her indifferently, then looked at Ron with concern, and Harry took Arthur to the window and talked in a low voice.

   "We found a death camp previously made by Voldemort in the death swamp, where he might get rid of the missing Muggles."

   "Merlin's beard." Arthur wiped his nose. "There must be black magic everywhere in that place."

"Now that place is under the control of Calvin, the director of the Auror Office, and Zheng Qi. We found a lot of things when we went there for the first time, but Calvin told me that we didn't find anything. Please tell Seamus that they investigate that. local."

   "Okay, I will, is there anything else?"

   "I want to go back to the ministry, and I'll leave it to you, Arthur."

   "Don't worry, I will." Arthur Weasley patted Harry on the shoulder "Good luck, Harry Potter."

   "Hermione is also worried about Ron. He is her husband. Don't let Molly's emotions get out of control, Arthur." Harry said, staring at his "ruled wife" father-in-law.

   "I will." Arthur smiled, but said solemnly.

  Then Harry left St Mungo through the Floo network.

  But instead of going directly to the Ministry of Magic, he went back home. After all, he couldn't go back in yesterday's clothes.

  After coming out of the fireplace in the living room, he did not see Ginny. Just when he thought she was going out, he heard a whisper as he passed by James' room on the third floor.

   "Mom loves you, and Dad loves you very much." Ginny said, "You have to grow up safely, James."

"Ginny?"

  The red-haired woman sitting by the crib turned her head and looked at Harry.

   "You are back, how is Ron?"

   "Arthur and Molly are with him, has Teddy come today?"

  Ginny shook her head.

  "You can pick him up with Andormi, it's safe here."

   "Where are you? Where are you going?"

   "I have to go to the Ministry of Magic in the afternoon, and we have action in the evening."

   "There's still action? It doesn't say that in the newspaper."

  "Don't worry about what it says in the newspaper." Harry couldn't control his temper, and said angrily, "Just do what I said."

"I believe you, Harry, I don’t believe any word written by Rita Kist." Ginny put her hand on Harry’s shoulder softly. "My problem is that the outside world gives you that Under great pressure, do you still have to continue to act?"

   "I will." Harry lowered his head and said stubbornly, "It's not the first time anyway."

   "So, do you want to know what she wrote?"

   "I don't want to." Harry turned his head and left, but he didn't take two steps before Ginny grabbed his arm forcibly.

  "Do you want to fight by yourself again? Or do you want to avoid this problem?"

   "I don't want to talk to anyone now." Harry said more and more irritably, "Can you let me be quiet for a while."

"I know you have many things to be busy with, such as taking care of my brother, and saving the world, but I want you to know that you are not alone." Ginny let go of her hand, "Wait for Andromeda to come. James will take care of her, and I will go to the Ministry of Magic with you."

   "What are you going to do?" Harry said guiltyly.

"Remember the first time you were Captain Quidditch? You asked everyone to assemble, but no one listened to your orders. In the end, who made them shut up." Ginny lifted her chin and pointed at Harry. The eyebrows, from Harry's perspective, the line of her chin resembled Fred at the moment.

   "Can you go see Hermione?" Harry said with a smile, "Molly is very anxious now, and Arthur, you know..."

   "A good husband who listens to his wife." Ginny shook her head, "I will go when your problem is solved."

   "I have a question, Ginny."

   "What?" she asked.

  "Are all brothers and sisters feeling different after leaving their parents' home?"

   "The reason you ask is because we don't care about Ron?"

   "I have no brothers or sisters. If one day James has a brother or sister, I can be a reference."

  Ginny widened her eyes, "Is that what you think now? Harry Potter? Make me pregnant again?"

   "What? No!" Harry wailed, "What are you thinking about?"

   "You said that, James will have younger siblings in the future."

  Harry raised his hands and ran around Ginny as if avoiding a sphinx.

   There is a saying that Harry dare not say, for fear of offending his wife.

  The pure-blooded nobles despise the poverty of the Weasley family, but also envy their ability to be as productive as a rabbit.

  Jaime Sirius Potter will definitely have younger siblings in the future. Soon, this old Black house will be filled with people again, and Sirius will be happy because of it.

   "God makes you calm, happy eagles with wings." Harry unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, and learned Sirius's voice and sing.

  As a result, he sang, awakening James. The baby's cry and the woman's complaining sounded together. The culprit immediately quickened his pace and ran away like a rabbit that saw an eagle.

  (End of this chapter)