Harry only realized that Halloween was coming when he heard Fred and the others talking about Hogsmeade. For the past two weeks, Kamia had been training the crew to catch up.
Poor Ginny had to carry a box of gold in her pocket every day.
Even Harry, who didn't have any lines, was forced by Kamia to give himself thirty to fifty pounds of gunpowder.
Ron complained, "But the other three crews are on vacation!"
Derek was still at odds with the Weasley boy. "Because they've already rehearsed it so thoroughly that they know it by heart."
Pansy crossed his arms. "Because their instructor hasn't been sick for half a month."
Harry chose to be honest. "Because most of their actors are third-grade and above."
Luna hummed a song and didn't speak. Ginny sat in the corner, lost in thought, muttering to herself.
Harry felt that they shouldn't unconditionally obey Kamia's inhumane rules, so he urged everyone to skip the pre-Halloween training. "… Anyway, the law can't punish everyone! She can't fire all of us, right? "
Ron was the first to agree.
The two Slytherin didn't say anything, but they didn't object either.
So everyone looked at Luna.
The Lovegood girl winked at the girl.
She raised her hands in surrender.
In the end, only Ginny was left.
Harry called Ginny twice before she came back to her senses.
After listening to Harry's suggestion,
She nodded nonchalantly.
Then she put the script in her arms and said, "So you're done today? Okay,
Then I'll go first. "
Harry looked at the red-haired girl's back in a daze. He opened his mouth for a long time before he said, "Ron,
What's wrong with your sister? "
Ron was also tongue-tied.
So he looked at his "brother-in-law" and asked, "Luna?"
Luna looked in the direction where Ginny left in a trance.
He didn't say anything.
In any case, when Kamia arrived at the cabin at the usual time, there was no one in the cabin. There was only a piece of paper pinned to the wall, on which were written crookedly: "Free Wills of the World Unite!" It was signed off by a small person wearing glasses.
"This kid …" Kamia curled her lips and put the note into her pocket. She walked back slowly, thinking that since there was nothing else, she might as well take Tommy home for the night.
Harry, who managed to get a vacation for himself, didn't have much to do. He just stayed in the Union Building to play table tennis with Kronos. But after about half an hour, Peter joined in. Harry, who didn't want to be irritated, had no choice but to give up his seat. He wanted to find someone to play Fight the Landlord with him, but he found that Bart was nowhere to be found, and Red Robin and Blue Beetle were doing experiments again.
Dejected, Harry put down his cards. He rubbed his chin and pondered for a while. He then turned and went upstairs to his room. He took out the invisibility cloak from the closet and grinned.
The poor Whomping Willow was accidentally split in half by Laser last year. It hadn't fully recovered since then, and its temper became more and more irritable. But the small tumor at the root was still there, and so was the tunnel leading to the Screaming Shack. Harry, wearing the invisibility cloak, suppressed his excitement, bowed his head, and ran forward along the familiar path.
“And
all
the
roads
we
have
to
walk
are
Winding (All the paths we must take alone are winding) And
all
the
lights
that
lead
us
there
are
Blinding (All the lights leading us forward are blurry) … "The tunnel was longer and darker than Harry remembered. Fortunately, the exit was indeed the Screaming Shack. Harry climbed out of the exit and saw a house.
It was a messy, dusty house. The wallpaper had fallen off the walls, and the floor was stained. All the exposed furniture in Harry's line of sight was tattered, and the windows were nailed up with wooden planks. Yes, this was the Screaming Shack that Harry expected. The only thing that surprised Harry was the person in front of him who was pointing a wand at him.
He was a rather young male adept, but his light brown hair was streaked with white and seemed to be stained with dust. Judging from his tattered robes and fatigued appearance, he had not been doing well over the past few years.
At this moment, he was pointing his wand at the boy who popped out from under the floorboards. "Hey, kid, who are you?" His tone was not harsh, just normal vigilance.
Harry blinked and replied softly, "Harry Potter, sir. My name is Harry Potter."
The wizard was stunned for a moment, then he took a step back and let the weak light fall on the boy's face. Then he saw messy black hair and a pair of green eyes.
"Ah!" He then reached out and pulled Harry up.
Harry steadied himself with the wizard's arm and looked at him curiously. "Sir, who are you? Why are you here? "
The wizard did not answer. Instead, he looked at the invisibility cloak in the boy's hand for a while and then asked, "Harry, how did you find this place?"
Harry's green eyes flashed, and he replied softly, "Sir, when I was in first grade, I had a little conflict with Filch. You know, it's a little thing like going out at night, so he put me in solitary confinement. As a result …" A sly smile appeared on the boy's face. "I found a magical map in the drawer of his filing cabinet. I call it the Map of the Living Point. There are several good secret passages on the map, and one of them leads from Whomping Willow to here.
The wizard laughed. He looked at the naughty and sly smile on the boy's face and chuckled. "This is very dangerous! Aren't you afraid that … uh, there are ghosts or other bad guys living here? "
Harry stuck out his tongue and said, "Young people always have to take risks! Just like my predecessors, uh, the owners of this map, Moon Face, Wormtail, Big Foot, and Pointy Fork! "
Perhaps it was the boy's clear voice or his bright eyes that stimulated the wizard, after a moment of absent-mindedness, he burst into laughter. It was a laughter that did not match his gentle voice at all. Harry waited for him to stop laughing before he pulled the wizard's sleeve and asked, "Hey, sir, I'm going to Hogsmeade. Would you like to come with me?"
The wizard patted the boy's forehead without hesitation and laughed. "Of course, of course, Harry!"
The wizard introduced himself as John. John was the most satisfying companion. He was gentle, considerate, and patient. He patiently answered all of Harry's questions. Although he was obviously poor, he still wanted to buy Harry a pack of candies at Honey Duke's candy shop. But Harry refused. "This is a gift for my friends. How can I let you treat me? Why don't you buy me a drink at Three Brooms? "
The boy pulled John's robe and laughed. "I heard from my friends that it's the holy land of Hogsmeade!"
But this time, John had no choice but to refuse. "Harry, you're only thirteen!"
"That's not a good reason." Harry laughed even more happily. "I promise you and your friends have already drunk butter beer when you were thirteen!"
You and your friends … This sentence made John fall into a trance for a moment, and then he was pulled into Three Brooms by the energetic Harry.
As the holy land in the hearts of the students of Hogwarts, Three Brooms was indeed warm and comfortable, and the air in the bar was filled with the warm fragrance of butter and honey. Harry picked a corner seat and pulled John to sit down. The charming Rosmerta served them two cups of butter beer, and John ordered a chocolate waffle for Harry.
"So … Harry, you can come to Hogsmeade with your friends next year." John smiled and handed Harry a handkerchief to wipe off the chocolate sauce on the corner of his mouth. "Trust me, the person who drinks your first cup of butter beer will be your lifelong friend."
"Okay, John, you'll be my lifelong friend." Harry touched his chin and nodded.
"Hey, that's not what I meant! But I'm very honored to be your friend. "John smiled happily, but it seemed that he hadn't been this happy for many years.
Harry counted with his fingers seriously. "Then I'll bring Ron, Hermione, Drac, Ginny, Luna, Neville … Ah, maybe Peter, Colo, Bart … Well, that's a lot of people! It's okay, just bring Drac. He'll treat us! "
"You're quite popular, little Gryffindor!" John laughed.
Harry laughed and explained, "Well, John, I'm not a Gryffindor."
"Not a … Gryffindor?" John looked a little surprised, but then he explained, "Sorry, Harry, I didn't mean anything else. It's just that … you look very enthusiastic and cheerful, so I made a subconscious judgment. And … "
Harry said softly, "My parents are Gryffindor, but I'm not."
"Ah, then you are?"
"Well, maybe … I'm a Hogwarts? Well, John, I wasn't assigned to any school. " Harry explained his tortuous experience of being assigned to a school, and then complained, "At least Professor Snape can't deduct my points. Merlin's beard, that's really frustrating!"
"Snape? Oh, he's your Potions Professor, isn't he? " John seemed to have accepted the fact that Harry was not a Gryffindor. "Not being able to deduct points from Potter is really frustrating."
"And I often blow up crucibles in his class."
"Harry … you're so mean!"
The two chatted until late at night before leaving the Three Brooms Bar. On the way back to the Screaming Shack, John kept asking Harry to talk about himself, his studies, his friends, but the walk was only so long. Harry didn't even have time to talk about the unfortunate drama club before he reached the door of the shack.
Stopping, Harry turned to face John. The wizard saw the smile on the boy's face and heard him say, "John, thank you for walking with me all night. You're really the best friend I know, loyal, selfless, and considerate … Can I ask you for an address? Maybe I can send you a Christmas present in the future? "
"I … don't have a fixed address …"
Harry was still smiling. His smile was as innocent, carefree, and fearless as his seniors. Even his words were silly. "It's okay. I'll get the present eventually."
When Harry crawled out from the Whomping Willow with a big bag of candy and a belly full of beer, the first thing he saw was not an angry willow but an angry Snape.
"Potter! You arrogant, reckless, self-righteous idiot! " Snape grabbed Harry's collar and dragged him toward the castle while spraying venom. "You're just like your father! Gryffindor who only knows how to stir up trouble! "
Harry didn't feel anything about his lengthy description, but he didn't want to hear Snape's evaluation of his father today, so he shook off Snape's hand and stood where he was.
"Potter!" Snape was furious. "Come here! You're out at night and you're out of school without permission. You need to be grounded. No, you need to work. Maybe Dumbledore should expel you … "
"Professor," Harry didn't step forward and only said calmly, "You know the principal won't expel me."
Snape looked like he wanted to give Harry an Avada. He hissed, "Yes, the great savior Potter. Of course, no one dares to expel him. Maybe I should resign for offending Lord Potter … Have you been drinking?"
Harry sniffed his sleeves and collar. Indeed, they were stained with the smell of beer. "Just one glass …"
Snape couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him forward. "Idiot, you're an idiot!" Sneaking out of school in the middle of the night to drink alone, did he care about his own life?
"Let me remind you that the title of Sage Potter doesn't apply everywhere." Snape felt the struggle in his hand, so he pushed the boy to the ground and growled.
Harry fell on the slope without warning. After a moment of dizziness, he saw that there wasn't a single dark cloud above his head. There were only shining stars in the night sky.
“Lucy
in
the
sky
with
Diamonds … "Harry thought that this was supposed to be a perfect night. Why did Snape have to interfere?
"Potter?" Snape was surprised to see Harry lying on the ground with a silly smile.
Could it be that he was drunk?
No. Harry grinned at Snape, then sat up and looked up at him, waiting for the Potions Professor to continue scolding him.
However, Snape wasn't in the mood to continue scolding him. He frowned and stared at the strange boy. He wanted to know why he suddenly went out to drink, and why he was suddenly happy and sad. He stared at the boy until the boy lowered his head.
Frowning even more, Snape gathered the storm in his black eyes, then reached out and grabbed the boy's chin, forcing him to look up.
Under the cloudless night sky, the boy's green eyes were too bright. His cheeks were also too hot.
They said that crimson was the easiest to hide in the dark.
"Why are you blushing?" The man asked in a low voice without any emotion.
"…"
"I'm asking you, why are you blushing?"
"I drank, Professor," the boy lied calmly.
The two confronted each other calmly until memories of some restless nights came back. Those strong emotions that couldn't be ignored all gathered in Snape's pupils.
Harry saw sadness, doubt, regret, and fear.
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