Chapter 282

"Ron and Hermione will explain everything to you. Honey, I really have to hurry," whispered Weasley in a troubled voice. "Here..."

They came to the second landing of the stairs.

"The second door on the right will open. I'll call you when it's over."

Then she hurried downstairs again.

Harry walked across the bright and clean landing, put his hand on the snake head shaped bedroom door handle, and was about to turn the handle to open the door.

"Click -"

Harry was stunned at the sound. It was undoubtedly the sound of opening the door, but he hadn't turned the door handle yet?

No, the sound came from the left.

Harry subconsciously turned his head and saw a door snap shut again. A second before the door closed, he seemed to see a familiar figure.

"Ah!"

The washed white T-shirt and jeans, and a shawl of long hair - although it's not tied up this time, look at the rich and pure black, which is very familiar at the moment.

It's the cowardly woman who came to ask him for directions before!

"Why is she here?" muttered Harry, puzzled.

Although he really wants to know the reason now, even his heart is itchy - it's pure curiosity, it doesn't seem to be a good time for him to ask rashly.

Since the other party is here now, it seems that he still lives here. It should be no problem to find a chance to ask in the future.

Thinking of this, Harry shook his head and opened the bedroom door in front of him.

He only had time to take a quick look at the room illuminated by the magic lamp, the high ceiling, and the two single beds arranged side by side.

The next moment, Harry heard a series of harsh squeaks, followed by a sharper scream, and then a lot of messy, hairy hair came out of his sight.

It was Hermione. She rushed in front of Harry and scared him back several steps. Ron's little owl and pig kept circling excitedly over their heads.

"Harry! Ron, look, he's coming - Harry's coming!"

"Oh - how are you doing? Is everything all right? Are you angry with us? You must be angry - I know, the letter we sent you is full of useless nonsense..."

"But ah! But! We really can't tell you anything. They made us swear that we can't say anything... But we have too much to say to you, and you must have a lot to tell us -"

"By the way, Dementors! We heard! You met Dementors in the street... That's terrible. Fortunately, Maka sent Kingsley to protect you secretly... Oh... And today, they received news that there were Dementors again..."

"Let Harry catch his breath, Hermione," said Ron, happily closing the door behind Harry.

Ron seems to be moving very fast recently. During the time they separated, he seems to have grown a few inches taller, which makes him look taller and thinner before.

As like as two peas, the nose, the red hair and the freckles on the cheeks are still the same as before.

Although Hermione was interrupted by Ron, she still looked happy.

But before she could say anything more, she heard a light whir behind her. A white shadow flew down from the top of the black wardrobe and accurately stopped on Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig!"

Harry stroked the snow-white feather, and its beak rattled intimately against Harry's ear.

"He's been restless," said Ron. "When he brought your last two letters, he almost pecked us half to death. Look at this --"

He raised his right hand to Harry and saw a wound on his index finger that was almost healing, but obviously not shallow.

"Oh," Harry said in shame, "I'm really... Sorry, but I want an answer, you know -"

To be honest, he is in a much better mood now.

A few days ago, when Mrs. Weasley had to push him up, he would have argued more. But just now, although he was uncomfortable, he didn't say much.

Because even Marka tried to speak for him, but after the five Dementors, he understood his lack of strength again.

Maka can cast magic outside without scruples because he has enough skills - he can even release the patron saint spell without a wand.

This gap is not enough to make Harry unwilling. In addition to being inspired, there are no other unnecessary feelings.

But in fact, Hermione and Ron have been more stimulated recently than Harry's awakening.

You know, now in this Phoenix society, Maka is the only conductor! And what is the reason why he can send so many adult wizards to act?

He relied not only on his magic power, but also on his wisdom and leadership.

Recently, most of Maka's command actions have not been hidden from Hermione and Ron, and in such a tight task arrangement, he even has enough to explain the purpose of some tasks to Hermione and Ron.

Not to mention Ron, at least Hermione did gain a lot in the process.

However, Hermione was very dissatisfied with one thing - last time she summoned up the courage to make a declaration of love, but Maka resolutely refused at the second meeting.

Although she refused very simply, it made her feel quite depressed! But she thought carefully. If Maka didn't say anything, would she be more itchy?

Of course, do you want miss ben to retreat? I'm Hermione Jane Granger. I'm not a girl who flinches so easily!

"Hermione... Hermione?"

"Ah?"

She suddenly looked back, only to find Harry staring at her with a worried face!

"Oh - I'm fine! I'm fine -" Hermione said with a little embarrassment. "Where did you just say?"

Of course, she wouldn't tell Ron about her strong confession to Marca. Even if Ron encouraged her about it, she was a little shy to say it.

At this time, Ron didn't care. He took what Harry had just said and continued.

"... in fact, we also want to talk to you, man," said Ron. "Hermione is worried about you... She kept saying that if you stay there and don't get any news, you will definitely do something stupid. But they forced us..."

"- swear not to tell me," Harry shrugged. "Yes, Hermione has already said it."

After all, I was a little depressed when I was excluded alone.

There was a dull silence. Harry stroked Hedwig gently and fell into a little meditation.

"They seem to think it's the most appropriate thing to do," Hermione explained again when she saw her good friend. I mean Ron's parents - "

Ron nodded helplessly. To tell the truth, he was a little suspicious of who the Weasleys were - the Weasleys seemed a little overprotective of Harry.

"Yes..." Harry noticed that Hermione's hand also had a scar pecked by Hedwig, and an apology appeared in his heart, "forget it! It's all right, I was just a little..."

But just as he was talking, he was suddenly stunned and frowned as if he remembered something.

"Wait!" Harry said suddenly. "Hermione, did you just say... Marca sent someone to protect me?"

"Yes! His name is Kingsley, a dark Auror. I heard he is still an elite!" Hermione nodded. "At first Sirius wanted to arrange another person to go, but Maka replaced him."

"No wonder that day..."

Harry immediately recalled his first encounter with a Dementor.

Although the Dementor didn't really appear that night, he also realized that there was a familiar warmth - it must be the patron saint curse released by Kingsley!

"Well, why do they have to keep me in the dark?" Harry threw away his dissatisfaction with being followed and wondered, "did you... Um... Ask them?"

As soon as he looked up, he caught a glimpse of them exchanging eyes, which seemed difficult to hide, but it made him feel more bored.

Finally, they nodded, and then Hermione spoke.

"It was Marca's decision, he..." Hermione hesitated. "He said, 'Harry is not in good shape now. He needs to get rid of the shadow in the top three first, otherwise he is not suitable to participate in.'"

"... the shadow of... In the top three..."

Harry understood the meaning of Marca's words at once.

Yes, he understands! And it's a pity that he hasn't been able to get out of it so far.

In the event that Luna was seriously injured, Harry always condemned himself in his heart - he couldn't help it!

If Gryffindor's sword were on the floor in front of him now, he would even escape from this bedroom immediately and without hesitation.

Gryffindor's sword can't be picked up by anyone, but he can kill the fire dragon with it, but now he doesn't even have the courage to take a look.

A Gryffindor who lost his courage, or Gryffindor?

"Marca is right..." Harry couldn't help but dejected. "I'm not as smart as Hermione. If I want to use it, I can only rely on magic and Gryffindor sword... But now..."

"Don't say that," Ron scratched his head and said with a complicated face, "at least you're better than me... I'm the one who should work hard..."

"No!" Harry blinked and thought carefully. "You play chess much better than me!"

"Hey! Don't comfort me!" Ron covered his face and sighed. "What's the matter with playing chess? Can I kill the mysterious man with chess!"