Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 368: Hagrid returns

()"...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 undisputed voice interrupted his question.

"It's time for bed, what are you all gathering in the rest room for? Go back to their respective dormitories, and they all start to 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 all stood up one after another, squeezed and yelled 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.

On such a dignified day, only the nature that obeys 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 that can be seen everywhere in this world.

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

The clouds in the blue sky are floating, adding a little gold to the depiction of the first ray of sunrise.

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

Almost everyone walks out of the castle gate when passing by the foyer, and while shivering by the cold wind outside, they stand tiptoe and look at the lawn under the astronomy tower.

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

If it weren't for breakfast in the auditorium, and found that the kind figure sitting in the middle of the faculty seat could no longer be seen, everyone would really not be able to feel the old man's passing.

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 are sitting together, eating the bread on the plate silently. The jam is in their hands, but no one of them 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 won't be able to eat it again!

"Harry." Ron called out hauntedly.

"What?"

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

"What I just thought of--" 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, nodded and said, "You are 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... It is said that if you die in a strong regret, you may become a ghost, but it doesn't seem to be all. So."

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 figure blew up from the gate 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 amazement, and at a glance they saw Hermione's tousled brown hair and her nose that was slightly dilated 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 speaking, a figure who was a few steps slower than Hermione also sighed and chased him.

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

"...I was walking in front and saw a ‘big-tanny’."

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

"That--what a 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 with some suspicion. He felt that she was just as rumored, and it was 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 stop'good morning', hurry up and finish eating, 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 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 was so cold!"

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

"...I better wear a scarf again!" Harry added timely.

This time, Hermione was uncharacteristically, and didn't make any accusations because of the verbosity of 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.

The Hogwarts Castle is very large, and the front courtyard is naturally quite open. Once it's the windy season, it will be blown like money.

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 the most important thing is that she hasn't been afraid of cold since she was a child.

It's just that the three of them looked at her neck exposed to the cold wind, and her long hair swaying in the wind, they just 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, which has not been moving for a long time, the smoke is rising at this moment, and it is blown farther by the high wind in the sky.

When the three of them saw it, they all speeded up the pace subconsciously, 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 sounded 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 later! 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 both look at Hermione.

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

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

As they were talking, the wooden door next to it creaked open. The next moment, Hagrid's big head protruded from the crack in the door.

Hermione turned her head subconsciously, then screamed immediately.

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

"Hagrid, what about that ‘big-man’?"

Luna didn't seem to care about their performance at all, she reached 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~IndoMTL.com~ and pushed a few children into the door frame together.

Immediately afterwards, 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 **** did you do?"

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

In 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 have been broken, which makes 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..."