Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 418 The humble stag

  This weird thick fog often occurs in the Forbidden Forest, especially when there is no strong wind.

  Hogsmeade is not open to students every Saturday, but even in bad weather with strong winds and rain and snow, as long as there is no fog in the forbidden forest, students can still go.

Katie Bell suddenly rose into the air in the wind, rain and snow, her posture was very elegant, her arms stretched out, as if she was about to fly, her hair was blown by the violent wind and her mouth was wide open. It was like making a horrible scream, but no one around could hear it.

"Thank you, Harry, dear, I was so sorry just now." Just as Harry Potter stared at the darkness and thick fog outside the tent, Molly Weasley's voice came from behind him, and she was Hannah was rescued, but she still looked sluggish and depressed.

   "Don't say that." Harry barely kept his composure, and asked with concern, "I told Ginny to go back first, or you would go back too."

   "No, I am here waiting for my husband to come back. I want to get first-hand news."

   "Okay, then." Harry lowered his head, as if thinking about what to say.

   "I wish I could use something, but I can't even deal with a Bogut." Molly said tiredly, "It would be fine if she was there."

   "She?" Harry asked suspiciously.

   "Your mother." Molly avoided the green eyes of Lake Harry, looked at the thick fog outside and said, "She is a very talented witch."

If you change the time, Harry will be happy that someone talks to him about his parents, but now Ron’s whereabouts are unknown. The scene of Katie Bell floating in the air just now reminded him of Ron’s experiment with fuchsia bells. Another person... Snape was once hung upside down by Harry’s father James Potter. Snape said that it was his own curse. How did Snape’s "enemy" James Potter learned.

"When your mother was fifteen years old, your father finally plucked up the courage to ask her to go to Hogsmeade. Do you know how she answered?" Molly smiled and said, "She said that even if she wants her to be with the giant She will not choose your father if she chooses one of the squids."

   "I fed that giant squid, it seems to eat everything, including bread." Harry said embarrassedly, "How do you know this? You should have graduated by then."

   "I listened to Sirius." Molly put her arm around Harry's shoulder and said, "He thinks Sirius is an expert on girl-related issues."

   "But I don't think Sirius is very good at it." Harry recalled, "He never told me who he was meeting with."

"Perhaps Sybil." Molly joked, but Harry didn't laugh because he remembered the suffocating feeling when Trelawney prophesied in a hoarse voice. It was also that night. He met Sirius, Dementor, and released Wormtail.

   "I shouldn't stop them." Harry said with regret that he shouldn't stop them when Sirius and Professor Lupin were about to kill Wormtail, so that Cedric and many others would not have to die.

  "Who shouldn't you stop?" Molly asked.

   "Ciris Yotrelawney." Harry said with a smile. Molly was shocked first, and then laughed.

   "You have your dad's sense of humor, Harry." Molly looked at him with relief and said, "Thank you, I feel better."

   "Professor Snape said that being like my dad is not a good thing." Harry said embarrassedly.

"Severus is not always right." Molly sighed as he looked at the dense fog. "Like Albus Dumbledore, I heard what Neville told you, and you think you still have a soul. The device is not destroyed?"

   "He has cut it seven times. Why can't he cut it eight times or nine times?" Harry said very firmly, "I believe Neville, Voldemort will come back."

  Molly was covering her face in pain, as if she was about to faint again, Harry quickly called Hannah to come in and help.

  "You should lie down and cultivate, Mrs. Weasley." Hannah said after removing the wand, "Do you still want some tranquilizer?"

   "No need." Molly whispered, staggering towards the camp bed, then lying down, and soon fell asleep.

  Her snoring made others feel tired, and everyone wanted to sleep.

  "Go to sleep too, Harry..."

   "No." Harry said excitedly, "My friend is missing now, how can I sleep!"

  At this moment, Justin Fang Lieri came over. He was stunned when he saw Hannah, and then turned his gaze to Harry.

   "There is something you need to know."

"what?"

   "Someone cheated." Justin said, "There were many people at the explosion site. They were picking up spider claws. Although the spiders killed tonight are not included in the statistics, they can take them out tomorrow."

   "How many people have gone?" Harry said angrily.

   "Many people, the news is still spreading, the longer you delay, the more people know."

"I will set a condition in the future to prohibit competition in such a foggy day." Harry said to Justin, just about to get his broomstick, only then did he remember that the Firebolt was broken, and where he was going to apparate. .

   "What's wrong, Harry?" Neville asked.

   "I don't want to wait any longer." Harry looked at Neville and said, "I want to find Ron. I heard that you spent a lot of time in the Forbidden Forest. Will you come with me? Neville?"

  "Do you still have to ask..."

   "And me!" Lavender appeared suddenly. She took Neville's arm and raised her chin proudly to Hannah like a demonstration.

  "Should you think about it again." Hannah reminded everyone, "There are other dangerous animals in the forest. One Ron Weasley has disappeared. Don't let you catch you."

   "Are you scared? Coward?" Lavender said.

   "At least tell Dean Thomas that he is your roommate, Harry." Hannah tried to stay calm and persuaded.

   "He will tell the director." Harry looked at Dean who was talking to Anthony in the distance and turned his gaze to Justin. "I'll leave it to you here, right? Justin?"

   "No problem." Justin paused. "You can talk to Professor Grapland. She is also familiar with the situation in the Forbidden Forest."

"We've grown up, don't always trouble the professor." Harry turned to face everyone. "I'll go to the explosion site first, Neville, you bring the sorting hat there to find me, Hannah, you stay here to take care of me. Molly."

   "No, I'll go with you." Hannah said firmly with a face, "You know that there is already close to the Slytherin garrison position."

   "They won't do anything to me."

"That's what you think. You have been assassinated several times, Harry, in the first grade you thought it was Professor Snape who chanted the curse on your broomstick, the out-of-control wandering ball in the second grade... "

   "Enough." Harry interrupted Hannah almost arbitrarily, "Follow if you want."

  After speaking, he apparated.

  The scene in front of him was almost out of control. There were hundreds of people who came to apply for hunting at night. They all seemed to be here, like they picked up the claws of spiders that died for various reasons.

  The fried snails raised by Hagrid came in handy this time. Those sensitive and irritable little things exploded as soon as they were touched. Harry's current temper was just like them.

The stag was regarded as the natural enemy of the snake in Greece and Rome, and in Celtic mythology it represented a pure soul. Because the stag periodically grows horns, falls off, and grows new horns, it is regarded as a symbol of rejuvenation. The stag that grows to over five years old represents a humble and gentle character.

  Harry remembered that his parents started dating in seventh grade, and his father was no longer the rash and joking stag in fifth grade.

  I saw Harry waving his wand, and silver-white smoke floated from the end of the wand, quickly forming the appearance of a stag. It jumped briskly on the hill of spider corpses, and surprised the "scavengers".

   "Which one of you can call the guardian of God!" Ha used his magic wand to aim at himself, and said to himself like a bell, "There are dementors in the forbidden forest."

   His wake-up seems to have played a role. Most of the spider-snatchers stopped, and there were whispers everywhere.

   "Mr. Potter, I am a reporter for the Evening Prophet. You mentioned the Dementors just now. What do you think of Minister Shaker's handling of Azkaban?"

   Harry glanced at the thin reporter, his eyes glowing as if he had picked up gold.

"Tonight will be very difficult. The spider counterattack is not in our expectation. It is not a game now." Harry passed the reporter and looked at others. "If you want to leave, you can leave, but for those who want to stay. People, what I want to say is that the venom of those eight-eyed spiders is yours. We also provide free food and coffee, as well as warm beds."

   "I want to take a photo with you, Harry Potter!" someone in the crowd shouted.

   "No problem, we will take group photos when the time comes. Would anyone want to do it?"

   "Aye!" The people replied in twos and threes.

   "Will anyone do it?" Harry asked, raising his voice.

   "Aye!" The answer this time is much neater than last time, and there are more people.

   "Let's do it!" Harry shouted excitedly while waving his fists. "Even if we don't use any means, we will still win! Because who are we?"

   "Dumbledore's Army!" When the others were stunned, Ravenclaw's DA member Terribut said in an interface.

  He struck everyone present like a thunder.

  Albus Dumbledore is dead, but the Dumbledore family has not perished. This title is not so appropriate now.

  Everyone thought they hadn’t heard that sound, and silently began to collect the spider venom, but the undercurrent was still flowing, and many people looked at Harry Potter with weird considerations in their eyes.

  (End of this chapter)