Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() "...So, what does the'silent one' in the prophecy mean?"

Last night, when Harry asked this question, the door of the Gryffindor common room suddenly opened, and a solemn and unquestionable voice interrupted his question.

"It's time to go to bed, what are you all gathering in the rest room for? Go back to their respective dormitories, and they all move, immediately, immediately!"

Professor McGonagall still has bloodshot eyes in her eyes, but her state seems to have completely stabilized, and she has changed back to the vice-principal of Hogwarts who is strict with others and more strict with herself.

Oh no!Now, she is already the temporary acting principal.

Under Professor McGonagall's determination, the little lions stood up one after another, squeezed and screamed and left the common room.

Harry and the others naturally flocked in the crowd and walked towards the stairs leading to the dormitory.

To be honest, there are really not many students who can really sleep well this night.Even Ron, who used to be heartless and heartless, rarely fell asleep very late and didn't sleep well.

In such a dignified day, only the nature that abides by the rules is still not surprised.Even the death of the great wizard Dumbledore, who has attracted worldwide attention, is nothing more than a life visible to this world.

The haze of last night still didn't turn into cold raindrops pouring down, but in the early morning of the next day, it disappeared silently.

The clouds in the azure blue sky floated leisurely, adding a little gold to the depiction of the first ray of sunrise.

Although the weather has been getting colder recently, everyone got up early today.

Almost everyone walked out of the castle gate when passing by the entrance hall, and while shivering by the cold wind outside, they stood tiptoe and looked at the lawn under the astronomy tower.

But there, except for the slightly overwhelmed withered grass, there was nothing else to worry about.

If it hadn't been for breakfast in the auditorium and found that it seemed that the kind figure sitting in the middle of the faculty seat could no longer be seen, everyone would really not have a corresponding sense of the passing of the old man.

All of this seems to be telling everyone that the boundary between life and death only exists in everyone's cognition.If everyone can no longer feel the existence of that person, that is the meaning of death.

At the corner of the long Gryffindor table, Harry and Ron were sitting together, eating the bread on the plate silently.The jam is in their hands, but no one is in the mood to put it on the bread now.

Isn’t it enough to let your stomach touch the hunger alert?You know, no matter how rich the meal is in front of you, as long as you die, you can never eat it again!

"Harry." Ron called out sullenly.

"what?"

Harry chewed the bread in his mouth, always feeling that he couldn't even eat the scent of wheat as it should.

"What I just thought about—" Ron took a sip of milk and smoothed the contents of his mouth into his throat. "We should treat the'nearly headless Nick' more respect."

"Ah—" Harry returned to his senses and nodded. "You're right."

"You said, Dumbledore..." Ron paused hesitantly when he mentioned the name. "...Will he become a ghost?"

"Who knows?" Harry shook his head. "How the ghosts are formed, even they don't know about it... It is said that if you die in a strong regret, you may become a ghost, but it doesn't seem to be the case."

After Harry said this, the two realized that there was no more topic.After looking at each other with big eyes and small eyes for a few rounds, they simply immersed themselves in the difficult bread-biting business again.

At this moment, a certain figure blew up from the entrance of the auditorium like a gust of wind, and quickly came behind them.

"Have you finished eating? Hurry up, we have to cheer up!"

Harry and Ron turned their heads in astonishment, and at a glance they saw Hermione's unkempt brown hair and her nose flaring slightly from gasping.

"what happened?"

"It should be considered a good thing-Hagrid is back!" Hermione replied quickly.

"Really?" Ron said suspiciously. "Didn't you just say in the common room that you want to go to the library first? How did you know?"

Before the words were over, a figure a few steps slower than Hermione also sighed and chased.

Hermione was obviously a little awkward, but still grabbed the man's sleeve and explained, "It's Lu—Miss Lovegood told me."

"...I was walking in front and saw a'big-man'."

Luna was pulled by Hermione's sleeves, and she staggered a few steps, but she spoke indifferently, even opening her arms to gesture.

"That's so big!" she explained in a daze.

Hagrid is really big, but isn't this already common sense at Hogwarts?Luna enrolled only a year later than them, she should have been used to it a long time ago?

Ron looked at the girl with long pale blonde hair in some doubts, and felt that she was as rumored, indeed a little weird.

Harry, who was sitting next to Ron, looked away a little uncomfortably after seeing Luna.He still seemed to be concerned about what hurt Luna in the first place, and he didn't dare to look at the girl.

"Good morning?" Luna tilted her head, looked at them with slightly misty eyes and said hello.

"Ah... well, good morning."

Harry looked at the air beside Luna and nodded.

"Don't'good morning' anymore, hurry up, we have to be back before the first class starts!" Hermione urged with one hand on her hips, pointing at them.

The two hurriedly stuffed bread into their mouths, then choked so much that they poured milk into their mouths.After a busy period, the four of them quickly left the auditorium together and hurried to the hunting lodge on the edge of the forbidden forest.

"Oh-I knew I should put on a thick sweater today, it's so cold!"

Walking quickly on the path in the vestibule, Ron shrugged his shoulders and curled his neck, embracing his arms with his hands, sighing cold.

"...I better put on the scarf again!" Harry added timely.

This time, Hermione was uncharacteristically, and didn't make any accusations for the two boys.Because she didn't wear much today, her thin coat swayed in the wind, completely unable to stop the cold wind after another.

Hogwarts Castle is very large, and the front courtyard is naturally quite open. Once the windy season comes, it will surely blow like money-free.

However, Luna still has a leisurely look-her home is located on an unusually wide hillside, and the gust of wind has long been accustomed to it.

And most importantly, she was not too afraid of cold since she was a child.

It was just that the three of them looked at her neck exposed to the cold wind and her long hair swaying in the wind, and they only felt colder!

Fortunately, Hagrid's cabin was not far away, and soon they could clearly see what the cabin looked like.Under the faint sunlight that hides in the clouds from time to time, some old hunting lodges seem to be alive.

In the roof chimney that hadn't been moving for quite some time in the past, the smoke was rising at this moment, and it was blown further by the wind in the sky.

When the three saw them, they all subconsciously accelerated the pace of advancement, and Luna unhurriedly followed behind.They came to the wooden door excitedly, and Harry raised his hand and knocked a few times.

Suddenly, a nostalgic dog barking rang behind the wooden door.

"Hagrid, we--it's us!" Harry shouted, sticking to the crack of the door.

"Oh-yes yes, came so soon?" a slightly gruff voice came out, "I thought you would be late! The water hasn't boiled yet -"

Immediately, there was a sound of footsteps in the room, a bit heavy, but reassuring.

"Seriously, I miss you a little bit-get out! Yaya, get out of the way! You Flobber dog, lie down a little bit inside—"

Hagrid's voice sounded quite happy, which made Harry and Ron look at Hermione.

"You... haven't talked to Hagrid yet?" Harry said heavily.

"Well, no..." Hermione shook her head. "I haven't been here either... Just as Miss Lovegood told me, I ran to call you."

As they were talking, the wooden door beside it creaked open, and the next moment Hagrid's big head protruded through the crack in the door.

Hermione turned her head subconsciously, then screamed.

"Oh, be quiet!" Hagrid said quickly, "Come in, come in! Miss Lovegood said to inform you, but I really didn't expect you to move so fast—"

"Hagrid, what about that'big-tall'?"

Luna didn't seem to care about their performance at all, she stretched out her hand again, showing a little curious look.

"Oh! Didn't I tell you? Stop mentioning that..." Hagrid waved his hand again and again, then pushed the children into the door frame together.

Then, with a "bang", the wooden door closed again tightly.

"Sorry, Hagrid... I just..." Hermione stood by the door, looking at Hagrid suspiciously, "Oh...what the hell did you do?"

Almost all of Hagrid's hair was tangled together, and there seemed to be some dark red, clotted blood inside.The left eye was swelling up high, and the eye narrowed into a thin slit, showing a bright blue-purple.

On every inch of skin that everyone can see, there are various scars, and in some places, even the blood has not stopped.

Perhaps one or two ribs had been broken, which made him act cautiously, grinning at the corners of his mouth from time to time, hissing cold air.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Hagrid pretended to be relaxed, "a cup of tea? It's weirdly cold outside today..."