Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 343: In the school doctor’s room

　　Harry lying on the hospital bed was helpless as he listened to Hagrid's intention to make him laugh.

The accidental damage of 　　 Light Wheel 2000 really made Harry feel uncomfortable. He also insisted not to let Madam Pomfrey throw away the pile of flying broomsticks in the package and put them under the bed.

　　 But what really makes Harry feel unhappy, or rather annoying, is not the flying broomstick, but the dementor, which is also "unknown".

　　 This is the second time he has encountered an attack by a dementor. Every time Harry thinks of this dark and terrifying creature, he feels nausea and sorrow from all parts of his body. And sad.

　　 Harry has never told anyone about this, even Ron and Professor Lupin, who had witnessed him accidentally coma on the train because of the dementor, didn’t know what happened to him. When the Dementor, what sound was in my head?

　　 But this time, he knew and heard it again.

　　 That is the voice of his dead mother.

　　 Harry heard his mother her words, heard the painful scream, and her horrified pleading for Voldemort in order to let Voldemort spare his life.

　　 Even in his sleep, Harry could dream of the deep desperate voice begging for mercy.

　　 and "unknown".

　　 When I first came into contact with Unknown, it was in Professor Sybil Trelawney's divination class. The mad female professor used the tea dregs left in the cup to comically predict his death.

　　 Harry still remembered what Professor Trelawney said at the time: "That spooky big dog haunting the cemetery! The worst omen-the omen of death!"

　　Although Professor McGonagall used her language arts to help Harry get rid of the fear of "unknown" in the later metamorphosis class, the first time it appeared, he himself went from a distance of about fifty He fell on his broomstick and nearly died.

　　 Harry had to worry about it.

　　……

　　 "The little demon... the cloak... the little fire dragon..." Hagrid racked his brains to say something, because he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Harry's expression.

　　 He knows very well how much pain the kid who was taken out of his house in the ruined Godric Valley has experienced, and he also understands the murderous traitor who escaped from Azkaban prison this summer , What on earth did you get out of prison for!

　　 Hagrid will never allow the criminal who escaped from the prison to hurt Harry! If he could, he would definitely tear him into pieces before Blake took out his wand! In order to redeem his mistake of letting Black go!

　　 But looking at Harry's gradually emptying expression, Hagrid's mouth seemed to be battered, and he couldn't open it anymore. He could only mutter Harry's name sadly.

　　Wright came forward, patted Hagrid on the arm, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, Hagrid, Harry will be fine."

　　 Before Hagrid had time to speak, Madam Pomfrey, who was holding her pocket watch, stepped forward and said to him solemnly, "Professor Hagrid, ten minutes have passed since your visit, Potter. I need to rest."

　　 "Ah! I'm sorry! I'll leave!" Hagrid quickly got up from the edge of the hospital bed. He looked at Wright beggingly, his eyes seemed to say "Help Harry, Wright".

　　 Under Hagrid's gaze, Wright nodded gently.

　　 Like a child, Hagrid immediately turned around with a smile, gently stroked Harry’s head with his huge palm, and said, "Harry, I hope that when I see you tomorrow, you will be completely well. Bye."

　　 "Hagrid, goodbye."

　　 "Goodbye."

　　 The few people who were in the same ward looked at Hagrid's fading back and waved goodbye, even Harry on the bed.

　　Wright sits in the position where Shanghai Ge just now, and Changchu stands behind him, putting his hand on his shoulder.

　　 "Harry, as far as I know, you accidentally fell from the sky when you met those dementors during a game, didn't you?" Wright said straightforwardly.

　　 "Everyone knows about this," Ron, who was standing on the other side of Harry's bed, said rushingly, "Otherwise, with his skills, how could he encounter such an unexpected situation."

　　 Harry looked straight into Wright's eyes, feeling that his eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts.

　　 "I know you are uncomfortable right now, besides that halo 2000, there must be something else that affects your mood." Wright withdrew the psychic technique in a calm manner, and said slowly. "Originally, I wanted to follow someone's advice and cast a happy spell on you. If you remember correctly, you should learn this spell in the second half of the semester. Professor Flitwick will definitely be able to teach you all. "

　　 often squeezed Wright’s shoulder with care.

　　"But I think it’s not a very good idea to use the happiness curse at this time.” Wright pretended not to feel the strength of Changchu, and said, “Although the happiness curse can make a person feel satisfied, even louder Laugh, but its lasting effect is quite short-lived, and the method of onset is very mechanical, I personally do not recommend it."

　　"You might try this~ IndoMTL.com~ Lai has a little wrist, the saprophytic wood wand that was originally wrapped around the wrist immediately slid down smoothly, and fell into the palm of his hand," It is the patron saint curse. "

　　 "Call God to protect you." Wright said firmly.

　　The magic wand drew a mysterious arc in the air, and a faint silver light poured out from the tip of the stick. In a short while, a huge illusory silver tiger emerged from the stick, with a tall body. , The unpretentious face, the markings of different shades, unscrupulously vent its power.

　　 dragging a long silver-white light tail, the silver tiger wandered around in the midair of the school infirmary. In the end, it hovered around Wright and Changchu, and dissipated into thin fluorescence in the air.

　　 Madam Pomfrey, who originally wanted to stop her voice, after witnessing such a patron saint with her own eyes, he hesitated for a while, and finally chose to leave silently.

　　 The school medical room does have rules that cannot be violated, but Mrs. Pomfrey also understands that sometimes, the rules are dead and people are alive.

　　 Potter’s frailty in the face of the dementor, Madam Pomfrey has always been aware of. In her opinion, instead of letting these mindless monsters obey the Ministry’s orders not to break into the school or even To hurt the students, it is better to let a capable person teach Potter how to deal with this monster correctly.

　　Mrs. Pomfrey would rather see such an untimely teaching happening in her school infirmary than seeing children sent here because of dementors!

　　 After all, if one day, he was sent to the school infirmary, he wouldn’t know whether it was a living person or a living corpse.