Harry leaned against the door, sat on the ground with his knees bent, and stared at his hands blankly. If Godric saw this scene, he would sigh that he and Draco are indeed good friends, and their dazed and thoughtful postures are very similar.
The explosion happened in that instant. When he realized that anger filled his consciousness, the magic had already followed his will and expanded several times to be implemented... That feeling, to be honest, Harry felt very comfortable, as if The tears that had been held back for a long time suddenly burst out, and all the air that had been held for a long time was exhaled at once. Breathing became smooth again, and every fingertip was slightly numb, with a warm feeling flowing through it. However, all the movements outside stopped there. When he finally came to his senses, if he had not stopped him in time, Lockhart would no longer be like this (the bones in his limbs were drained), but would have become something worse than becoming an idiot. serious consequence……
His thinking stopped here, and Harry felt that he could no longer think about it at this moment.
He had to open the door and let Draco go out first, then closed himself behind the door and began to look at his hands and think, because no matter what -
"I'm not that powerful!" he murmured to himself in shock.
What is wrong with me? What happened to my magic? What happened to my abilities?
His eyes shifted to the pool next to the abstract statue of Salazar in the long aisle. He stood up and walked over, thinking about what he could achieve last time.
It seems... yes, the time when Wormtail was frozen, it seemed to be the limit. He was angry at that time, and his condition was better than usual.
Dad once said that the abilities of young mutants often awaken in anger, and Uncle Erik said that anger will give people more power than before, but Dad also said that that is not a long-term way to use abilities. Ability should bring you memories far beyond anger, they deserve to bring better memories... Yes, this is what dad has always taught them, including Harry.
Harry took a deep breath and thought back over some of his beautiful memories. Soon, the surging feeling gradually subsided.
He looked at his palm repeatedly and tried to gently touch his fingers to the water. He did not think in terms of 'what can I do', but thought in terms of 'I will try to do it. The more I do, the better.' , activated the ability. Immediately, the temperature of the touched water immediately dropped, and Harry could see a layer of white mist starting to spread from under his hands, and the pool began to condense from there, and accumulated something higher.
A moment later, an ice sculpture that was exactly the same as the stone statue on the wall stood on the ice... It was three and a half times as tall as Harry, but it shocked him. Even Bobby wanted to freeze for such a long time. Building a large piece also takes a lot of time and energy, not to mention that the statue is something that requires a lot of precision. Of course, Bobby is better than Harry. This is his ability. He can use ice in the palm of his hand to create all kinds of lifelike and crystal clear objects. It's a transparent gadget. Harry only copied this ability temporarily. He couldn't do it as well as he did, and he had never frozen such a large area of ice.
I don't think I'm a genius, but a genius who can make rapid progress just after being brought back from the brink of death. Harry scratched his head and thought a little tangledly.
----What's wrong with me? He looked at his hands. Could this be a hand problem? No, Harry knew from the bottom of his heart that this was not a problem with his hands, but he was still so deeply confused.
"Harry!" Hermione's voice came out faintly from behind the stone door, "Harry, are you in there? Can you come out, Harry!"
"There's something wrong with me, Hermione," Harry walked to the door and shouted apologetically to the other side, "If I come out now, I will probably... cause some accidental injury, so let me be alone and Draco can pick up Hermione. Let them go out, okay? You will be safer this way -" His mind was racing, prompting him to take corresponding measures quickly -
——But obviously some people don’t agree with his plan.
As soon as he finished speaking, someone punched the stone door angrily and kicked it violently. The dust on the door was visibly shaken down. Harry twitched the corner of his mouth and took a few steps back, suspicious. The door collapsed in a second.
"——You, say, what?" Harry could hear Draco speaking in a very slow, yet very impatient tone, and he was still banging on the door with his hands, every time he said a word. Once he opened the door, he kicked the door if he changed another sentence, "You say it again? How dare you say this to me again? You said this to me? Really? Can you please stop telling me this kind of rhetoric?" He would hit him every time he said something, and even punch and kick him, "You can't drive away!"
Harry could still hear Ron's voice over there: "Hey, Malfoy, just talk, why are you doing this to Harry?"
"What did I do to him?" Draco focused on smashing the door and kicking the wall, and didn't even condescend to look at Weasley. "Oh, I forgot that you don't know-" His last voice sounded strangely high to Harry's ears. , "——He has such a bad personality." He said in a unique and arrogant tone that he knew a lot about. "Every day he thinks about what he should do, as if if he doesn't do this, others will die. He is so arrogant. , there is no way, someone always needs to kick his ass to remind him before he becomes a little conscious."
This sounds really annoying.
Harry's mouth twitched and he sneezed at Draco's suggestion. But despite this, he immediately remembered the decisions he had made and the quarrels he had made - he would never make decisions for others at will, 'for their own good'. Only then did he suddenly realize that he had made such a mistake again, And what Draco said is right...well, after removing some descriptions, the center should be right.
He scratched his head in embarrassment, thought about it, and finally adhered to the mentality of "correcting mistakes if they were made." He opened a flashing space door on the stone door, and jumped out from it - which caused him to collapse almost as soon as he landed. Being held.
Hermione pounced on him almost instantly and hugged him tightly. When Harry came back to his senses, the girl who had just tried to call him out calmly had begun to shrug her shoulders.
In fact, based on daily experience, Hermione is not a girl who loves to cry. She is always rational, strong, and calm, and is much better than others. But you can tell by looking at Draco's expression of "shock" to "not that difficult to understand" next to her. , Harry himself, and Draco were the culprits that caused her sadness.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," Harry patted her back and comforted, "I heard, and I would like to thank you for helping me and Draco get the bottle of unicorn blood——"
"You still dare to mention that, I thought -" the girl choked, "I thought -" her voice was very low because of a lump in her throat, "-one of you drop your wand and go it alone He ran away and disappeared without saying a word. I thought—" She pushed Harry away, sniffed, her eyes were red, and judging from the rise and fall of her chest, she was trying hard to control her emotions." I thought I would never see you two again!" Finally, she couldn't help shouting loudly, "Especially when Draco came back and said that if there wasn't that bottle of unicorn blood-"
"Who asked you to call me -" Draco had to interrupt her.
Harry and Neville kicked him in unison, and Hermione turned to him and cursed: "Shut up!"
Draco reluctantly shut up.
"——Neville, they told me, tell them, you tell them," even though the sentence was very complicated, Hermione continued, "If it weren't for that bottle of blood, Harry would die! And if we hadn't seen Lockhart's behavior , you will die! And Draco himself doesn't look much better, you know, I just wanted to fly over and help you at that time!"
This time, even Draco was suspiciously silent, while Harry lowered his head and touched his nose guiltily. Draco and Draco stood in front of Hermione like children who had made mistakes, while Hermione was furious...yeah.
"What if it's close? What if we fail to steal the unicorn's blood back?" Hermione said, "I'm really, really scared to death." After being afraid for so long, she finally found an outlet, and Hermione was not at all scared. He vented without mercy, "We are friends, make a phone call, leave a message, give me a chance to help, everything is fine, can you not just run away without even saying hello! And since It seems that you are all having a hard time, why do you have to do dangerous things!"
"You helped," Harry said quickly, "That bottle -"
This time it was Draco who kicked the rest of his words back - Know-It-All was obviously afraid of this, and you still mentioned it!
"He has no choice," Draco pouted. There was no handkerchief in his pocket, but he dug out a pack of Muggle tissues and handed it to Hermione, "Then it's about his father - wipe, you look like a disgrace now. ”
"What about you?" Hermione said, but she obviously didn't want an answer. She got the answer in a moment and looked at Harry.
"...Oh, I have no choice," Draco tried to say this as if it was nothing. "He's over there, Granger, what can I do." He pointed at Harry.
Ron, who was sitting quietly and awkwardly watching the three of them talking, couldn't help but say: "Hey, what on earth happened! What on earth did you do!"
"Whatever happens is none of your business," Draco said, "Shut up, redhead."
"It's okay, it's okay," Harry helped Hermione breathe, "Shh, shh, it's okay, Hermione, everything is over. As for what happened, we can talk about it later." He turned to the other side of the wall, "Let's get out of here first, taking Professor Lockhart with us."
"Don't," Ron quickly stopped, "Don't go up -" When Draco and Hermione stared at each other, he quickly explained, "The atmosphere in the school is too tense now, and the professors are not in the school. If, I mean if , Harry caused a panic, and some people would not like it when the time came." After saying that, he still blinked and couldn't help but whisper, "What happened? We all heard the sound that afternoon, who was it? He What do you mean? Does he really want to conquer the world?"
If your mouth doesn't speak well, then sew it up, or beat it to death. Draco wanted to answer immediately, but he would definitely get beaten for such an answer.
"No matter what he means, he is already dead." Draco replied expressionlessly, and Harry added: "——So I think this topic can be ended for the time being."
"The topic didn't even begin!" Ron complained to them, but when Neville went to help him, he still limped to his feet, "Oh, bad luck, damn, my feet hurt so much."
Harry smiled: "Then you don't need to move up, Ron."
He moved his hands towards the wall, and the ice around the sealed Lockhart gradually melted, and the adult wizard was floated over with his head on the ground. Neville looked around Harry for a long time. , obviously showing a different expression when he didn't see the wand, which made Draco block Harry angrily.
"What are you looking at?"
"Harry didn't use a wand," Neville actually said this in an exclamatory tone. "Wandless magic - that's very difficult! Even my uncle said that those who can do wandless magic must be very advanced. wizard!"
"...Wow." Ron realized this and looked at Harry in disbelief and excitement, "Harry, can you really do that?"
"It's like there's only magic available in the world." Draco snorted from his nose, expressing his contempt for Neville's shallow knowledge, "ignorance."
Hermione turned her head and cast a contemptuous look at Draco, and Harry couldn't help but look at him slowly and meaningfully and coughed. The meaning of the two people is obvious - Draco has not yet changed his telepathy from Legilimency. He was the most ignorant of the three people at the beginning, and now he is actually emboldened to ridicule Neville.
"I really don't know a lot - so I have a lot of questions to ask," Neville whispered, only daring to glance at Harry and Hermione. He was much calmer than Harry had seen before, but it was obvious that even if he was not as nervous as before, When he was out of breath, he was confused to death. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Harry always felt that his chin had become a little thinner, and it was already pointed.
What a cute round face. Harry thought a little regretfully.
"Ahem, let's go up first, Hermione, where do you want to rest now? The lounge?"
Hermione pondered for a moment, then shook her head: "No," she looked at Harry and then at Draco, "You two are there now, just like Ron said, it's too eye-catching." She said, "You two are... What do you think? I mean..." She considered her words hesitantly, "What are you going to do in the future?"
"Yes, one of you has a family member who harmed a Ministry of Magic official - but to be honest, buddy, I support you on this matter -" Ron was supported by Neville and walked away, "- but the follow-up processing is really troublesome. And the two of you The other one, yes, is talking about you, Malfoy, everyone thinks you have been kidnapped, by Harry's family or Professor Felton!"
Harry was silent for a few seconds, and then found that he had a rare lack of nervous thoughts and was not afraid of anything, so he shrugged: "If it doesn't work, I still have an invisibility cloak."
"——And my uncle from the Ministry of Magic will help him settle it, and my father already knows that we are safe," Draco tried to stay calm, "I have to write a letter to my mother later, and this matter will become like this Nothing has happened, it will happen sooner or later.”
These words made the other three people pause for a moment, and then Ron suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "If Malfoy hadn't spoken, I would have forgotten that behind them are the most powerful families in the UK..."
Neville also nodded, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief, but Hermione was still very worried.
Draco was not afraid at all. He was not afraid of rumors filling the castle at all. Rather, if there was no sound in the castle after he came back, he would feel strange: "Anyway, they can't swarm up and beat Harry to death, and I won't either." Let them do that."
Ron burst out laughing until he coughed: "You're kidding, Malfoy, no one dares to do that!"
"They said that Harry was the heir of Slytherin and could do dangerous black magic. He secretly raised a man-eating python and let it out to eat people at night." Neville added, staring at Harry. "They said You speak Parseltongue…I mean, is that true?”
He asked very carefully. Harry knew that this must be a question he wanted to ask, otherwise Neville would never ask it based on his personality.
"Well, let's put it this way," Harry said, "I can speak Parseltongue, just like I can speak German." After saying that, he paused, waiting for Neville's next question.
"I see...thank you, Harry."
Neville just lowered his head and did not continue to ask. Harry stared at the soft top of his hair, feeling that he should have something to ask, but he didn't ask, which made Harry want to sigh a little - what couldn't he ask?
"Let's go quickly," Ron said, "My feet are hurting so much, and the clothes on my body are all wet, and I'm still very hungry..."
Draco snorted, took out two Snickers bars from his pocket, and threw them to Ron as if they were smashing things. Ron's expression was wonderful, at least Harry was happy to see it.
"What is this? □□? Or maybe he thinks I'm too noisy and wants to turn me into a mute..." Ron said dreamily, while Neville patted his back and looked at the package, unsure. Said: "This, this should be food..."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"This is just a little snack to satisfy your hunger. Ron, you can fill your stomach first. I will open the door right now."
Harry said soothingly, stretching out his hands to open a door that was exactly the same as the one shown on the stone door just now. On the other side of the door was the staircase of the castle, and a few steps further was the Gryffindor Lounge. This location, for Neville, Hermione and Ron It can be said that it is very considerate, only Draco said it was very disgusting. Harry said to Neville who was amazed and silent: "Come on, let's go."
The three students who had been staying in Hogwarts were walking carefully. Hermione stepped over first, and Neville supported Ron and followed behind. If his actions hadn't been unchanged, Ron would have wanted to touch those lights. And when Harry closed the door as the finishing touch, Ron was still looking at the door reluctantly, chewing a Snickers bar in his mouth.
"It's so cool - so cool," he said, a little dreamily. "What kind of magic is this? Can you teach me, Harry? So I can sneak around anywhere!"
Neville couldn't help but glance at him and said in a low voice: "It is illegal to break into a wizard's personal residence..."
The entire corridor and stairs were quiet, with no one around. Harry looked around strangely, and Draco asked Hermione: "Is the school under full martial law?" He pointed at Harry with a look on his face, "Isn't it because of me and him? I don't think so. Is the matter that serious?"
"I'm weird too," Hermione
Hermione walked up the steps first, exhaled, and was about to say the password to the portrait of the Fat Lady, but the portrait screamed first.
"Oh my Merlin!" This was the first time Harry had looked at the portrait of the Fat Lady so carefully. The lady in a Victorian dress was covering her plump chest, her glossy red lips were wide open, and she stared. She closed her eyes and screamed very loudly, "Granger! What are you doing?!" As she spoke, she turned her eyes and saw a group of people behind her, including the floating Lockhart, a glass The cup fell from her hand and shattered, and she immediately screamed: "Oh Merlin!!!!!! Professor Lockhart has been defeated!!! Come on, no matter who it is, go call the professors, Call the Aurors! The heir to Slytherin knocked down Professor Lockhart after threatening and kidnapping students!"
Harry: "………………??"
Harry: "………………??!!!?"
Harry had no idea what was going on, but Draco quickly pulled out his wand and cast a silencing spell on the portrait, but the fat lady immediately ran away from the frame. Draco gritted his teeth and pulled Harry: "Invisibility cloak" .”
"ah?"
"I told you to take out your invisibility cloak you idiot!"
Harry suddenly understood and took out the invisibility cloak from his bag. Several people covered him and Draco in a hurry. After thinking about it, they waved their hands and let Lockhart fall to the floor. As soon as this was done, the empty portrait at the door of Gryffindor suddenly opened, and several senior Gryffindor seniors and seniors came out. They were holding wands and looking wary, but when they saw Hermione, Neville and Ron standing at the door in a state of embarrassment, they were all shocked and looked at each other. For a moment, no one knew what to say.
Through these senior students, one could see other students huddled together in the lounge. It looked like an emergency evacuation, because Harry also saw many Hufflepuff students, who wore khaki-striped ties that were easy to wear. Distinguished among a crowd of reds.
"Where have you been!" In the end, it was Percy who picked up his little brother first. He was better able to support Ron than Neville. "Thank you, Neville. It seems you just caused another trouble. Is that so?" He said rather reproachfully, "The portrait says that you and Potter are together. Is that true? Or is it just a prank?"
When he said this, the other seniors also held their breaths waiting for the answer, and Harry, who was under the invisibility cloak, was also waiting. The strange thing is that, except for the fat lady who escaped at the beginning, no portrait was more talkative and told them that Harry and Draco were hiding under the invisibility cloak.
"What if our answer is 'yes'? What will happen?" Hermione raised her chin and tried to speak calmly, "They saved us from Lockhart?" She pointed at Lockhart who was still on the ground and could not open his eyes. , "This person is trying to harm us! What happened? We were only arrested for three hours. Why did Harry become the 'heir to threatening and kidnapping students', Percy?"
"Yes, what's going on?" Ron said, "We have to tell everyone that Lockhart is the one who did the bad things!"
Immediately, an older student came forward to check Lockhart.
"How did you do it? There are traces of freezing on his hands and feet... Let me take a look," the Huffpuff senior sounded a little curious at first, and then took a breath, "His hands and feet! His bones are all gone! Did you—Potter empty out his bones?"
Some girls in the lounge also gasped.
"He was about to stab Ron with a dagger." Neville said, "We - I accidentally cast the wrong magic - we can't figure out how it was done, and I won't recover." As he spoke, he lowered his head He looked very frightened. If Harry hadn't known that he had done this, he would have believed it and laughed out loud, "Harry saved us, um, and then he left again. There's something a little bit weird in his house." thing."
Draco tugged at the corner of his mouth under the invisibility cloak, and held Harry's shoulders shaking.
The gryffindor students were dubious. Neville often encounters some strange problems when practicing magic spells. When practicing magic potions, the lethality can be doubled. When he said this, most people believed him, but compared to this, the doubts on their faces were more eccentric.
"Maybe Potter saved you, maybe he didn't," a girl huddled with her companions in the lounge and said with some trembling, "Don't forget, he is the heir of Slytherin... think about what they said about him driving that A snake is going to bite nott...oh!" She let out a scream that was almost sobbing, and Harry recognized her as one of the girls who fought with Hermione on the train, and she was also a loyal fan of Lockhart.
This time, Harry pressed Draco hard, and the latter almost wanted to rush out immediately. If it weren't for the contract and agreement between Harry and the basilisk, nott would have been bitten to death by Haierbo eight hundred times. The basilisk wouldn't Be soft on slytherins.
"Lender!" A girl shouted at her, "This is not what you should be talking about!"
"Professor Lockhart must have been severely attacked by black magic and manipulated," Lender said, almost crying, almost choking after speaking, "He is - so - kind and brave. - So - powerful - he must be controlled by black magic - "
Someone among the boys muttered: "Oh, that's hard to say."
"This is nonsense!" Hermione was really angry, "Harry is a r□□enclaw! And he didn't drive the snake to hurt anyone! He can speak snake language just like we can speak any foreign language! He can't go either Manipulate anyone! He doesn't know a single black magic! What you are saying is like a prisoner arguing for himself in court. They say things like 'I am being controlled by black magic'! Everyone knows it. not real!"
The girl named l□□ender turned red when she said that.
However, even Harry - he knew it now - knew that this was actually not very accurate. Because everyone in the wizarding world knows that Snake Language is a unique skill that belongs to Salazar's bloodline. To be honest, why he can speak Snake Language is still a mystery. Salazar didn't mind at all and even taught him how to do it. Reading and writing this strange foreign language.
Sure enough, someone retorted: "This is the sign of a dark wizard. If you are able, ask Slytherin and see if they admit that this is just a unique foreign language? They call Slytherin himself a Parselmouth! And that person is also a snake. Loud accent!"
right. Harry nodded unconsciously. This is why Parseltongue is almost taboo these days: the last person to speak this foreign language was a Dark Lord.
"But I don't believe Harry is a dark wizard," some girls whispered, "I mean, he is such a friendly person, he is the most enthusiastic r□□enclaw I have ever seen, and he has defeated 'that one' since he was a child people'……"
"Maybe he's not Harry Potter after all." A sentence suddenly popped up from the crowd, "This makes everything make sense - maybe what Nott said is right!"
"-No, there's someone inside setting the pace." Draco calmed down at this time. He poked Harry and said, "Let's go."
"Go? Where?" Harry said in surprise.
"Cellar! Let's go to our college's lounge and have a look, and then go back to your lounge to inquire." Draco said and then complained, "You shouldn't have come to the Gryffindor Lounge. This is not Granger's territory. Look at the group of people there. who!"
"Ordinary people." Harry said very understandably. This kind of reaction, well, to be honest, it's not the first time it happened to him, nor the first time he saw it happen to someone. As Dad and Uncle Erik said, the awakening of mutants is always accompanied by pain, anger, or confusion. They must face reactions of fear, rejection, or suspicion from those around them, and even their biological parents cannot react normally.
Because this is ordinary people. Their lives are peaceful. When unimaginable things happen and calling the police can't solve the problem, most people's reaction is of course fear. Only when they start to be friendly and understand each other, this fear will slowly disappear. Charles taught this very clearly, and Harry also understood it very clearly.
The two boys were wearing invisibility cloaks and were about to lift their legs and leave, but they found that while they were talking, the temperature around them dropped. The Gryffindor students were aware of it and looked up and around. The Weasley twins also jumped out and poked their heads around.
"Go in! Don't cause trouble!" Percy said to them both angrily.
"We felt something was wrong. The portraits in the lounge looked like they had chains on their mouths... Oh my God," Fred was saying, looking straight and pointing in the direction behind Neville and the others, "That's... Everyone, come into the lounge!!”
When Harry realized what was coming from behind, he noticed a breath of white cold air coming out of his mouth.
The temperature was dropping rapidly, and every breath in my lungs was filled with cold air. There was something, something even more annoying than the ghosts in the sky, that was behind them. And they were ragged, because from the corner of his eye, Harry could see something like rags draped over his shoulders.
"Who called the dementors!" Harry heard someone screaming, and when he wanted to hold Draco's hand and the two ran away together, he found that it became difficult.
Draco stood there with a face full of pain. He and Harry were not in the same direction. He might have turned around to see the back, but now he raised his head, and he gently lifted a corner of the invisibility cloak, and those things came from Harry couldn't wait to grab Draco's shoulders from behind, and Harry could see that Draco's expression was dull.
Harry grabbed Draco and dragged him back, and then he saw clearly what they were - they were several extremely tall monsters, all covered with tattered black cloaks, and their faces were completely hidden under the hoods... And it was such a monster, exactly A dead thing that looked rotten and swollen stretched out from under the cloak and rested on Draco's shoulder. It was taking a breath slowly, as if it wanted to suck something away, and when it did so, Harry felt that his heart could freeze with the chill, and all his happiness was slowly being stolen away.
He held Draco's hand tightly and dragged him behind him, but the monster didn't want to let go of its prey, and its hand still refused to relax.
"Go away!" Harry yelled at the monster while suppressing the coldness. He felt that his legs were becoming heavier at this moment. Several haloes flashed in front of his eyes. Suddenly, the sharpness of the dead K. Laughter suddenly filled his eardrums again, and fear filled his heart again like a copied movie.
He will die, he will die, he will die for me. Draco will die.
This sentence kept popping up in Harry's mind. He wanted to break free or something, but Draco's hand was indeed in his. He clasped it tightly with his fingers, gritted his teeth, regained all his strength, and patted again. Looking at Draco: "draco...draco!!"
Draco's lips were turning purple for some reason, and he was muttering a few words in his mouth. His consciousness was unclear, and the rag was still approaching the two boys. Draco was curled up, shaking terribly, and his palms were cold. .
"No, no, no, no, no, no, save him, save him... No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Is this things, is there any use,, help him,"
The words he murmured made Harry's heart suddenly hurt.
Calm down, Harry, calm down, forget those voices, it's all over... This is a dementor, Harry said to himself, what can we do with a dementor? What's the spell?
It has to go, it has to roll, it has to disappear...
A spell suddenly appeared in Harry's mind, standing out from all kinds of knowledge, and he stretched out his hand and shouted the spell without even pausing.
"Calling God to Guard!!!"
A ball of dazzling white light exploded in the not-so-small space, and something shattered in an instant. Harry hugged Draco's head tightly and put the invisibility cloak back on the two people's heads.
…………
When McGonagall arrived after hearing the news, everyone was staring at the same place with dumbfounded eyes, but no one dared to approach. And when McGonagall pushed through the crowd and walked over quickly, he didn't see even a single dementor.
The students were whispering, and no one noticed the head of Gryffindor coming in a hurry.
"What kind of magic is that..."
"...Kill...the Dementors..."
"Never heard of...such..."
"As soon as it touched... it was all shattered..."
"Is it dark magic or something else?"
Going around, the twins, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all very close to each other. Except for them, everyone else was at least one meter away, with evaluation or fear in their eyes. Her mouth slowly opened and she took a long time to pronounce the words, but she couldn't say a single word. She knew in her heart that this would happen, but it felt different when it actually happened.
Her gaze stopped in the center.
The boy was sitting there, next to him were piles of ashes that could not be seen, scattered all over the boy. There was also black cloth and a casually discarded invisibility cloak on the ground. That belonged to James, of course McGonagall Recognize it. And James's son was sitting there, patting the Malfoy family's only son on the back, feeding him chocolate bit by bit, and occasionally looking up to say thank you to Fred who took out more chocolates.
The two of them held each other's hands and spoke softly to each other. Harry's face was a little pale, but he didn't pay attention to it at all. He didn't react at all to the whispers and strange looks around him. The pair made McGonagall feel familiar. The heartbroken green eyes now only reflected the shadow of a person.
He doesn't care. McGonagall instantly understood the child's attitude.
He threw his wand, he said he was a mutant, he hit Nott and ran away, he ran away without a trace and no one knew how he ran away, there was no excuse, he didn't care how the rumors would develop, in McGonagall and other teachers When he was worried about this student in the future, the person involved didn't take it to heart at all - that's because there were more important things ahead of him, and of course, he wouldn't care about other small things.
Things that everyone thought he should care about, he didn't care about from the bottom of his heart.
