, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Black dog, black dog again.
Harry found that he didn't know when this black dog had started to make his life revolve around it, as if it was a necessity in life and could get involved in everything. This made him start to doubt one thing - was this dog really Sirius Bck?
Really, after all, Remus didn't really tell him directly, 'That's bck'. Before the result comes out, all speculations are uncertain, right?
Charles is a person who likes to read, and he also likes to read to Harry, and when Hank occasionally takes over for Harry, he likes to read him things like "The Origin of Species"... So when Harry can afford to pick up a book, he also I have read a lot of books, and apart from biology and physics-related books, which are mostly related to history, there are so many cases in front of me, and none of them are like this.
If you want to kill your enemy, you can either directly aim and shoot with murderous intent, or you can conspire and make you doomed at the most ingenious moment. The former is a physical attack and the latter is a mental attack, but... who can tell him what exactly this black dog wants to do?
Harry began to think carefully about the relationship involved in this matter - Ron and Don't deal with it, Ron liked the mouse and hated it, and the black dog was ostensibly his pet, so if the black dog was Sirius Bck, what he could achieve The purpose... well, it seems to just make the already hateful relationship between Ron and Ron worse?
...It seems that this is a completely meaningless move.
Harry felt that if it was just a black dog, he could interpret this behavior as because he was hungry or something.
"Rat?" he said in disgust, "Easley's rat has grown so old, so why did the dog take it away?"
a blinked, and the girl asked innocently: "Did you forget to feed it?"
The corner of his mouth twitched: "I'm sorry - but I can't think of how many taels of meat Easley's rats can have, and there are no pets in Hogarts that have starved to death. They all have people to feed them regularly."
"Then I don't know." Anna pursed her lips, "Anyway, Easley looks very angry - I heard that the mouse has been staying in their house for ten years. It seems that it was picked up by Penelope's boyfriend Percy. .”
"Ron cares about his pet very much," he said a little hesitantly when he thought of this. "Although he always dislikes it - I can see that he has a deep affection for it."
"Hey, rats in the magic world can actually live ten years..." Anna whispered to herself, "Then I can find a pet that can live longer than me..."
"Why do you want a pet that will outlast you?" asked.
"Because this way...well, when it dies," Anna carefully avoided the word, "I won't be sad."
"...How many years do you think that rat has lived?" Harry saw something suddenly come to his mind, and he began to glare at Anna, "The poor one from the Easley family only likes to be close to Muggles, and he will never have any accomplishments in potions. There is actually a mouse in the Easley family that has lived for ten years?"
The two girls who were not from the magical world looked at him blankly for a while, their meaning was very obvious.
——Are there no rats in the magic world that can live that long?
He looked towards Harry in shock, and found that Harry's green eyes were looking at him blankly. He couldn't help but feel his throat rolling. He pursed his lips and said, "We have to - find the dog first."
Abnormal dog, abnormal mouse. As long as they find the dog with the mouse in its mouth, they can make the next inference.
"I remember Ron said that his second brother was studying dragons in Romania...Other than that, no one in their family can have contact with magical creatures." Harry recalled.
"That's nothing." Hearing this, he was a little uneasy but argued with reason. "There are already a lot of magical things in the magic world, right? Maybe that mouse has some magical bloodline... It can't be, it's …”
a looked at these people strangely: "What is it?"
"Let's go out first," Harry thought for a moment, "Anna, can you help us see if any seniors are in the dormitory?"
a shook his head: "You know we have more women than men here... This is a very difficult request."
"Okay, can you help us call Professor Lupin?" Harry stood up and waved his hand to signal Kazuya to stop sitting, "Just tell him that we saw a black dog and he took away Ron's mouse. , ron mistakenly thought it was done by a dog—well, do you know what the characteristics of ron’s rat are?”
"No, I...I don't want to pay attention to a mouse." He replied a little frustrated, "I don't like it very much."
"Let's go!" He picked up his schoolbag and glanced out the door with his blue-gray eyes. Then he hesitated for a moment and said decisively to Harry: "Harry, go find Lupin! Me and -" He pointed reluctantly, "——Granger, go see how stupid Easley is going to be again."
"Okay." Harry replied succinctly. Anyway, he could use the time turner to find out. "Anna, can you go with them?" He winked at the girl, "Help, use us if you need anything. The research group's communications parchment tells me."
The Communication Parchment is a communication facility that only flows internally. A person writes on one end and can see it on the other end, provided that their owners have magically linked them. Harry, Anna, and Zhang Qiu both belong to the treatment group, so naturally they are linked to each other, just like exchanging mobile phone numbers.
The range of this magic item is very short, limited to hogarts and a small circle around it. It was originally prepared for the collectors and brewers in the potion organization, because some herbs are really time-demanding. When one person cannot prepare it, two people need to contact each other to complete the potion. Later, This kind of prop has become a chat tool - after all, they are all girls, and girls love to chat and gossip.
a nodded vigorously: "Okay." Then without asking a word, he pulled her and ran out.
This is the best wisdom - if it is a gryffindor, they will try their best to find out the answer while helping. If it is a slytherin, they will use coercion or inducement or find out the answer themselves, and then decide whether to help or not. but?
They will help when they need help, but they will never ask more about things they shouldn't know. To them, you are good friends with me, but you don't tell me, then there must be something about you that I can't know about now. Reason, right? So why do I ask?
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Harry came at the wrong time - when he arrived at the door of Lupin's office, a terrifying figure stood at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, holding a cup of steaming drink that looked like coffee, and was about to say the password.
Harry couldn't help but wave his wand, and the words 5:40 appeared in the air, which made him even more strange. It's time to have dinner soon. What is Professor Snape holding at this time? It can’t really be coffee, right?
"Deer antlers." The dark-skinned man said the command with a look of disgust on his face. But soon, his expression deepened - his eyes turned to Harry, who was waiting not far away with his schoolbag.
"What are you going to do?" His voice seemed to be forced out, as if it was difficult for him to pronounce it. "What are you doing here?"
"I... have something to see Professor Lupin," Harry said bravely, "Good evening, Professor Snape."
"Severus? Is it Harry?" Lupin's voice came from the door that slowly slid open. He seemed to be very happy, "Come in!"
severus——
No matter how many times Harry heard it, he still found it strange - Snape seemed to hate Lupin to death, but Lupin's attitude towards him seemed to be more than friendly.
"Then," Snape stretched out his hand expressionlessly and handed the cup to Harry. Harry hurriedly stepped forward and took the cup that was filled to the brim. At that moment, his nose was almost filled with tears. Filled with heat, wormwood, and the special fragrance of moonlight essence, "Put this in and watch him drink it." After saying this, he said, "Dumbledore requires you to take it on time every month." He rolled his black cloak and walked away.
Harry noticed keenly that he didn't even want to say a word to the combination of Harry and Lupine.
"Professor?" He held the cup and walked in carefully, "Um, I mean, Remus—are you busy, Remus."
"I'm glad you can come to my place, Harry," Lupine sat behind the table. He waved his wand happily, and the corrected homework was automatically divided into piles and arranged neatly. "Thank you for bringing this to me. Come on, give it to me.”
"What is this?" Harry asked casually, reaching out and handing the cup to him.
"Hmm... I'm not in good health," Lupin took it and drank it all in one gulp. His gentle face immediately twisted into a ball, as if he thought the medicine was too unpleasant to drink, "So the principal asked Severus specially prepared a potion for me, and I have to take it on time on these days of every month, but I have to say, it can't completely cure it." He directed his wand to bring Harry a cup of hot tea, smiling. Said, "But fortunately, it can effectively relieve my illness."
we are lying. Harry judged a little helplessly.
Although the person sitting opposite him appeared to be impeccable on the surface, as an immature mind reader, Harry could detect that inside this elder was full of bitterness, panic and guilt for deceiving Harry.
Why do you keep feeling guilty about me?
Looking at the carefully prepared tea and refreshments in front of him, Harry wanted to ask this directly. Fortunately, there were more important things to deal with now, so he successfully swallowed this sentence first.
"I need your help, Remus," he said directly to the father's friend, with a very embarrassed look on his face, "You know...well, you told us to be careful about the black dog, but we haven't seen it these days. What kind of black dog?"
"Harry?" Lupin was a little confused, "Then what? This is definitely not the reason why you came to me, right?"
"Actually..." Harry tilted his lips and stared at the ceiling. He was now quite proficient at acting, "We did see a black dog before -"
At this moment, Harry noticed that Lupin stood up almost tremblingly, with a fierce attitude that the good old professor had never seen before.
"Where is he?" Lupine said "him" instead of "it", and his gentle honey-colored eyes were frighteningly bright at this moment, "Where is he, Harry!"
This reaction was what Harry had expected - Lupin and Buck were both friends of his father, so it was not surprising that the former hated the latter.
"...Well, the trouble is," Harry pretended that he didn't notice anything, "Now it has taken away Ron's mouse, and I am in trouble now, Remus," the boy shook his head and sighed, and his mouth became flat. , "That mouse has been in Ron's house for ten years. He has a deep relationship with it. Now Ron thinks that the dog must have been sent to take revenge on him, so he took his classmates to settle the score."
He took a sip of tea and said awkwardly: "I'm in a dilemma now, Remus, I don't know who to help - that dog was actually given to him by his mother, and it's very well-behaved, and I like it very much. I don’t want Ron and Ron to start fighting over it again, it will... it will make it difficult for me to do it."
"Rat?" Lupin took a deep breath, "He--what did he do with taking a mouse in his mouth?"
"We guess," Harry was almost racking his brains as he thought of the reason, "that this lucky mouse must have eaten some precious magic medicine, which caused it to mutate itself, otherwise it would not have been able to live for ten years... ..." He almost racked his brains to shift his focus to the two points of rats and ten years to live. Fortunately, Lupin was not a person who could easily let his emotions drive away his reason.
"...You said that rat lived for ten years?" His brows that had relaxed due to excitement were now knitted together again, and he slowed down his voice and enunciated each word clearly, "What kind of rat is that?" Where’s the mouse? Maybe it’s a rare species.”
"Well, I don't know very well, Remus." Harry could only tell the truth about this, which was not very useful information. "I haven't seen it much... Well, it is gray, about the size of a palm. Ron carries it with him every day, you know, I have been focusing on studying recently and rarely see this mouse."
Lupine took another deep breath and paced around his office randomly. He seemed to be thinking about something terrible, because Harry found that the anguish, indignation and anger in his heart were almost overflowing, and there was no trace of it at all. It was unmixed in those emotions, as if a cherry had been dropped into the juice, and it would not disappear for a long time. Harry could almost guess what Remus was thinking. For example, he would definitely have the same idea as Harry -
——sirius·bck, why do you do this?
"Remus?" Harry said, "What are you thinking about?"
"...Harry," Lupin came back from his thoughts, looked at the face of the boy opposite who looked like an old friend, and forced a smile, "It's nothing, Harry, really. I... was just thinking about you back then. Some of the things Dad and the others did for me, they..." His voice was like broken leaves, frighteningly thin, confused and guilty, "Maybe it shouldn't have happened. Even if it is great, you have to know, Some good things often turn out to be bad..."
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a hid behind a stone statue. He almost collapsed and took out the parchment, tapped it with his wand, and then started shouting at it. The background sound was the shouting of a dozen gryffindor boys. .
"No - okay -" Anna gasped and shouted at the parchment, "Harry! Malfoy has been arrested! He is hanging in the air now, next - no - coming!"
A text version of what she had just said appeared on the parchment. There was a moment of silence, and several question marks and an exclamation point popped up on the other side.
"????!"
a sighed, knowing this sounded ridiculous. She looked at the plants rising from the ground not far away, as well as Neville, who was about to go crazy, and kept cursing Neville, and Neville, whose eyes were filled with tears after being cursed, raised her voice and shouted: "Make a bottle of strange plant mixture." Spill! So when that strange vine grew, it hung Malfoy on it!"
harry:………………
About a few seconds later, another line of words popped up on the other side.
——Where's Ron's mouse?
"It's still in the dog's mouth!" Anna replied, "They ran outside the castle. The mouse didn't move. Easley said it must have been bitten to death... but I said that's not true. I saw Its tail and toes are still moving."
The other person immediately replied: Can I ask Ron, what are the characteristics of Banban?
a also immediately replied: "She asked me - she wanted me to tell you that the mouse's paw is missing a toe!"
