Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 809: Its name is “Anger”

Harry's right hand was shaking.

He held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, trying to calm the tighter breathing. He felt like a fire in his lungs, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

But he couldn't stop, because Maca said before leaving that he was the one who could hold this sword.

Gryffindor sword, this is the current name of this sword. Thousands of years ago, Godric Gryffindor acquired it and used it to make a great reputation.

And now, the sword is in his hand.

Remember that Maca also said that this sword is powerful but dangerous. So he can only stay alone in the responsive room, familiarize himself with it, wave it, and try to mobilize some power that belongs to it only.

"I call its power ‘anger’, and if you want to be its true master, you must know how to control the anger in your heart."

"Remember what the Sorting Hat said? The characteristics of Gryffindor College are-courage, boldness and boldness. It is the bravery buried in your heart. The storybook Dumbledore gave you is to guide you Out of your will."

"So, use your bravery to control it-I dare not say that this must be correct, but based on some of my inferences, I don't think it will be too wrong at least."

"Try it! From the moment the Gryffindor sword automatically appears in your palm, it means that it is willing to let you hold it!"

In Harry's mind, he recalled what Maca had said over and over again.

He doesn't know where these so-called "inferences" come from, but he believes in Maca. Even though... even if he once held this sword tightly, it hurt Luna.

Maca didn't elaborate on what happened to Helbo, but Harry knew the horror of the other party firsthand. This time, under the impetus of Maca, Harry was determined to pick up the sword again.

Don't say anything else, just to prevent being occupied by the other party, he also has to try it out.

"Drink!"

With a low cry, Harry raised the sword again and swung it out suddenly, and the bright blade of the sword struck a gleaming silver light in front of it.

Unfortunately, he still didn't feel any peculiar power in it.

"Ah! My arms are sore..."

Harry shook his hands and murmured secretly.

……

While Harry bit his head and swung the sword alone, Hermione and Ron were by the window at the end of the corridor outside.

There is a small platform for vases and other decorations, but now there is nothing there, but they can sit on it.

In fact, apart from Hermione and Ron, even Luna and Neville are here.

Yes, Neville just came out of the school hospital, with some bandages on his head.

Actually, the back of his head healed yesterday, after all, in the eyes of Mrs. Pomfrey, that little trauma is a trivial matter. It's just that Madam Pomfrey seemed to think that all head injuries should be handled carefully, so after the trauma healed, she applied some herbal medicine to Neville to heal his brain.

Oh, poor Neville, I hope Madam Pomfrey's medicine has miraculous effects! If his brain can be better in the future, it must be Madam Pomfrey's credit.

"...As long as I slipped, you have encountered so many things?"

After listening to Hermione's rough explanation, Neville looked a little surprised. It's just that his tall body with that shrunken look makes people feel a little funny.

"No, it's not just the time you wrestled," Ron, who was sitting next to him, said casually, "It's actually been several days, maybe more than..."

As he spoke, he looked at a small bottle in his hand over and over.

You can see that there is still a silver chain on the cork, which goes around his neck and hangs on his chest.

Like Harry’s storybook, this is a small gift given to him by Dumbledore after his death. Similar to this thing, there was a small dung stone that had been kept in Hermione's bag.

"What is the headwear here?"

You can clearly see through the transparent bottle, it is a delicate gray substance like dust. As he repeatedly shook the small bottle, the gray sand inside would tilt a little.

But apart from this, there is nothing special.

"Hey--"

Ron pursed his mouth, pulled open the collar, and stuffed the vial back.

Although Maca said, the things Dumbledore gave them may have deep meaning, and Harry's storybook has already been reflected in it.

However, Dumbledore is Dumbledore after all, and if he doesn't want to say it clearly, they probably won't be able to guess it.

"Hermione, is there anything new about your dung rock?"

Ron suddenly turned his head and asked Hermione, who was sitting on the other side, even though his tone was obviously not expecting.

Sure enough, Hermione also shook her head immediately.

"I’ve checked it a long time ago and I don’t know how many times, it is really just a dung stone..." She said without looking back, "From this point of view, perhaps Professor Dumbledore thought I would Poisoned?"

"Speaking of which, you haven't tried to split it to take a look, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" After hearing Ron's words, Hermione finally turned around and glared at him, "I won't do that, not to mention, Maca doesn't recommend me to do that."

"Oh, this is great!" Ron said helplessly, "Although we already know that Professor Dumbledore's gift is strange, we can't figure out what the strangeness is."

His words seem to have hurriedly ended the conversation just now, and the corner between the corridors is quiet again.

The world outside the window is still raining, and the patters are endless, giving people a way to slowly drown the whole world.

This feeling adds to the dullness in everyone's hearts. Even Neville, who didn't know much about things, was infected by this atmosphere.

If there is another person here who feels good, it is undoubtedly Luna.

She didn't go to sit on the edge of the stone platform with Hermione and the others, but stood alone in front of the window, lightly holding the cold bricks to look out.

Perhaps because of a gust of wind from time to time, the rain and fog outside also drifted in. It can be seen that the light blond hair on the forehead has long been stuck together by the rain, but she doesn't care.

For Luna, the world has always been full of fun. Even in the eyes of others, the rain brought only dampness and coldness, but in her opinion, it was as fascinating as a sunny day.

The next moment, Luna was about to reach out to try the feeling of rain and fog falling on her palm, but suddenly she noticed that there was another person beside her.

"Hermione?"

She turned her head and gave a clean smile at Hermione who came to her.

Another gust of wind blew outside, and it was wrapped in a dense drizzle along the way. Both of them subconsciously squinted their eyes, and Ren Yusi ran across her cheeks, messing up the tips of her ears.

"Luna," Hermione tucked her hair back, and whispered softly, "I want to say'I'm sorry' with you... Yesterday you kindly invited me to Hogsmeade, but I... …"

"Huh?" Luna blinked her silver-gray eyes, "It's okay, it's all the fault of harassing the horsefly...but it's dangerous! I don't know that the harassment of the horsefly will be so bad, maybe...it's a mutation New varieties ever?"

"Uh..."

Hermione also blinked, not knowing how to answer the conversation.

Fortunately, Luna is not the kind of girl who has to keep going. Seeing Hermione seemed a little stunned, she took the initiative to gently hold Hermione's hand, and a trace of warmth passed from the palm of her hand.

"That's right! How did Maca help you get rid of the harassment fly? Dad said to put the silver crucible next to his head, and the harassment fly would think that it was another head, so that at least they could share Half out..."

Hermione didn't want to say anything about apologizing or not apologizing as she listened to Luna's words that became more and more crooked as she ran and felt the warmth in her palm.

In front of this girl, probably no one is willing to talk about those more or less heavy topics.

At this moment, while listening to the harassment fly, Hermione, who was looking outside the window, suddenly poked her head and peered through the dense rain curtain outside.

The outside world is still hazy~IndoMTL.com~ And as the sky gets darker, even the large lawns in the school courtyard seem a bit blurred.

However, Hermione seemed to see some figures walking towards the school gate from a distance.

"Who are those...?"

Following Hermione's words, Luna also turned her head to look at her, and she gave a soft "Oh" soon.

"Professor McGonagall in front," she said, "Today Professor McGonagall is wearing her little black pointed cap. It is easy to recognize..."

"Peeled hat? Can you see this?" Hermione suddenly surprised.

But soon, the appearance of the wizards led by Professor McGonagall came into Hermione's sight. As the people got closer and closer, even at such a high position, Hermione recognized at least two of them except McGonagall.

At this time, Ron and the others also leaned into another window opening next to them, craned their necks and looked down the castle.

"Walking behind Professor McGonagall is Babajid Akinbad, the current president of the International Federation of Wizards; behind is Scrimgeour..."

"Yes, Minister of Magic, we all know that." Ron interrupted, "I just want to know if they came to school for... well, let's call Harry out first! Don't take a moment Mai When Professor Ge called us to go, he saw Harry still carrying a sword in his hand..."

"Hmm."

Hermione nodded and walked first to the section of wall where the entrance to the responsive room was located.

I saw her walking back and forth three times expertly, and then reached out to grab the doorknob. And when the door leaf hurriedly formed, her palm just happened to rest on the brass handle, and the door opened with just a light twist.

But in the next second, a low growl suddenly came out from the gap in the door.

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