Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 428: Owl shed

() That night, after Maca named and praised the few students with good reaction ability, the real training officially began.

Until the end of the self-study time before turning off the lights, Maca’s endless responsiveness tests have really tossed all the little wizards. In addition, there is still homework waiting for everyone to complete, and night battles are inevitable.

In the early morning of the next day, almost all the members who attended the party had dark circles under their eyes.

"I know this is really hard. If anyone can't hold back and wants to give up halfway, I won't blame him."

That's the sentence!

In the hellish training process, whenever someone shows fatigue, Maca will always say this seemingly gentle and considerate sentence.

Which one of the children present is not an underage child? Most of the little wizards who can take the initiative to participate are suffocating in their hearts! Especially there are several bags of dog food in it...ah no, several couples. In front of the person you like, how can you say anything frustrating? It's too late to be competitive!

So this is the most difficult first adaptive training, and in the end, none of them gave up, and everyone persisted. Even Zacharys Smith, who likes to complain the most, survived until the last moment.

Overall, Maca is quite satisfied. After all, as the first training session, he did not make too many discounts on the training intensity, and he was able to persist until the end, all relying on perseverance to support. Even if there are really one or two unpleasant personalities among these students, but they should be the advantages, Maca will not blindly deny them because of personal feelings.

"The weather looks good today..."

Maca pulled open the curtain behind her, glanced outside, and then Shi Shiran sat in a chair again, opened the book and continued to study.

He must master these contents as soon as possible, there are too many things to be busy!

At about the same time, Harry had just woke up from his sleep.

The training last night made him tired enough. After coming back, he was busy with a lot of homework until midnight. As a result, he even dreamed of doing his homework.

"Ah! I can't finish it! I'm going to deduct points again by Snape..." Harry sat up suddenly, blinked and thought blankly for a while, "Oh... So it's a dream!"

He fell back on the bed with a "plop" and pulled the quilt hard.

The bed opposite was still empty, and Ron apparently hadn't returned from the ward. He was used to the existence of Ron by his side, but now he sees less, he really feels a little uncomfortable.

While lying on the bed for a while, Harry stared at the ray of sunlight coming in from the window and passing between the curtains of the bed. The fine dust flew in the beam of light, shimmering with golden light.

Today is Saturday, so I can take a breather.

Of course, I just took a breath, after all, even if there are no other emergencies coming out to cause trouble in the future, Ls will take the exam. As a student, there is no reason to relax either.

Perhaps because the daily routines in the past few years have been too chaotic, and bad events have happened one after another, as if there is no end forever.

If I have to describe it, it's like an endless Triwizard Tournament. Every day will be a new challenge.

There is still silence around, and everyone is still asleep. If it wasn't for the inexplicable dream of rushing homework that scared him awake, he must be the same now, right?

The sunlight in front of me is still very low, probably not long after the genius has just turned on. The chirping of birds in the distance can be faintly heard, except for the slow and even breathing of the classmates.

Harry sat up again, he pulled the curtains beside the bed and put on his clothes one by one. Then he opened his schoolbag again, took out some parchment paper, quill pen and ink bottle from it, took them out of the dormitory and walked to the common room.

The fireplace in the lounge has long gone out, and it's much colder here than in the bedroom. Harry couldn't help shivering, and then he immediately threw some dry wood in it by the fireplace.

"Flaming flames."

He drew his wand and pointed at the pile of firewood. A strong flame immediately ignited the firewood, emitting fascinating heat.

After a little bit of fire, he sat down on his favorite old armchair next to the fireplace. The soft cushions were quite comfortable.

As he spread the parchment on the round table, he wondered what to write.

After he learned the location of Sirius from Maca, he remembered that it was time to write to the godfather. There are some things he can say to Ron, but what he really needs is not someone to accompany him in distress, but someone who can comfort him when he is troubled.

Or rather, someone like a father.

While thinking, Harry unscrewed the lid of the ink bottle and dipped some ink on the tip of the quill pen. But after that, his pen tip only hung an inch above the slightly yellowed parchment, and he couldn't write for a long time.

After a short while, he finally realized that he seemed to be staring at the flame in the fireplace in a daze, and he didn't know how to write.

Of course there are many things that happened. Just pick a few things and you can write this parchment in full. But which things to choose to tell Sirius, he didn't have a good idea in his heart.

It is not easy to write letters in this period. He must find ways to change the content he wants to convey in the past, so that he can send it out with confidence, because no one knows whether this letter will be robbed by someone who shouldn’t see it, just like Hyde before. The same time when Wei was injured.

Harry stayed there for a while, before finally sorting out what he was thinking. He dipped it in the ink bottle again, and then wrote on the parchment.

He mentioned his "Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson" in the letter, because he thought about it, and it was the thing that disturbed him the most.

Those big spiders are naturally terrifying, but that is a thing of the past after all, and he also picked up the Gryffindor sword again.

Well, even though it doesn't feel very good this time, it doesn't show any special power. But at least he hasn't fallen into the kind of madness that scared him again. This is a good start.

He is the most upset right now, or the training session last night.

During training, he clearly felt his shortcomings. Or in other words, he is actually no different from everyone else, the same exhausted and the same poor performance.

The lightning scar on his forehead is still reminding him, at least to work harder for his parents. Compared with most other classmates, he is indeed different.

That's why he felt uneasy, because his difference was only reflected in a mark left to him by Voldemort. Apart from this, he still had nothing, he clearly tasted his powerlessness.

Harry read the letter several times from start to finish, checking whether he had written something that shouldn't have been written. After repeatedly confirming the correctness, he carefully sealed the parchment, went through the portrait hole in the common room, and walked all the way in the direction of the owl shed.

Probably there are so many factors that need to be scrupulous that this letter is not too long. In contrast, the time it took him to complete this letter was a bit too long.

When he walked out of the gate of the Gryffindor Tower, the sun had already covered most of Hogwarts. The sun hung high in the air, swaying a warmth that was very different from the fire in the fireplace.

The owl shed is located on the top floor of the West Tower, surrounded by glassless windows, and the dazzling light shining on him can hardly open his eyes.

Looking up, more windows lined up neatly around the spire, beams of light projected in, intertwined on the slightly dim roof of the shed, and hundreds of owls kept cooing.

The light this morning seems to make them feel a little anxious, after all, owls are a typical nocturnal creature. If you look closely, you can see that a few of them have apparently just returned from predation from outside, and their paws are still wringing wood rats.

Harry raised his neck and walked back and forth in search of Hedwig. The straw under his feet made a faint sound of Gajikaji, probably full of fine bones.

"Hey! Hedwig!" He found Hedwig near the top, "Come down! There is a letter I need you to send!"

Hedwig whispered, flapped the white wings that had just been healed a few days, and flew down, and stood on Harry's slightly thin shoulders.

"It's okay? If it's not all right, I can let the public owl deliver this letter first..." Harry stroked her wings with some worry, and said softly.

"Gu----"

Hedwig shook her head, patted her wings again, indicating that she was fine.

"Okay, then..." Harry nodded hesitantly, "It's a little far away this time. I want to give it to Sirius. He's in America now--"

"Cuckoo--"

Hedwig held the envelope with her mouth and blinked her big amber eyes to show that she understood. After that, he immediately spread his wings and flew to an owl stand in the middle of the shed, and stopped on it.

Suddenly, a soft light circulated around her, enchanting her to support the long-distance flight. Immediately after, she kicked her legs hard, rushed out of the window, and flew to the bright sky outside.

Harry was watching Hedwig away under the sun, but at this moment~IndoMTL.com~A **** bird shaped like an eagle suddenly glides from the direction of the forbidden forest and hovered in the air. , Fell straight towards him.

He recognized the bird, it was Maca's owl, and heard that it was called "Malfurion."

Just as Harry was stunned, Marfa suddenly turned around again, the giant wings furiously turned around in front of the shed, drawn a black arc, and flew to the other side of the castle.

Marfa's flying speed was so fast that Harry could hardly react, only to feel his heart pounding like a drum.

Maca hasn't rode a flying broom for a long time. Harry, who loves Quidditch, is actually very sorry. He has always wanted to have a good game with Maca.

Just now, the beautiful flight of Maca's owl reminded him of the appearance of Maca dominating the Quidditch Cup.

"...That black eagle is so beautiful!"

He is remembering it! But he didn't want to make a sudden sound behind him, which shocked him.