Chapter 369

"... so what does the 'silent' in the prophecy mean?"

Last night, when Harry asked this question, the door of Gryffindor's common room suddenly opened and his question was interrupted by a solemn and indisputable voice.

"When it's time to go to bed, what are they doing in the lounge? Go back to their bedrooms and move, move, now, now!"

Professor McGonagall still had blood in her eyes, but her state seemed to have completely stabilized and returned to the vice president Hogwarts who was more strict with others and herself.

Oh, no! Now, she is a temporary acting principal.

Under Professor McGonagall's firm drive, the little lions stood up one after another and hurriedly crowded and yelled out of the common room.

Harry and they were naturally in the crowd, walking towards the stairs leading to the dormitory.

To tell the truth, there were not many students who could really sleep well that night. Even Ron, who was always heartless and heartless, rarely went to sleep late and didn't sleep well.

In such a dignified day, only the nature who abides by the rules is still calm. Even the death of Dumbledore, the great wizard who has attracted worldwide attention, is just a life that can be seen everywhere.

The haze of last night still didn't turn into cold raindrops, but scattered quietly the next morning.

The clouds in the blue sky are floating long, adding a little golden glow under the description of the first ray of sunrise.

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

Almost everyone will walk out of the castle gate when passing the hall. While shivering with the cold wind outside, they tiptoe to look at the lawn under the astronomical tower.

But there was nothing to care about except the withered grass that was slightly crushed.

If we hadn't gone to the auditorium for breakfast and found that we couldn't see the kind figure sitting in the center of the teaching staff seat again, we really couldn't have a corresponding sense of the old man's passing.

All this seems to tell us that the boundary between life and death only exists in our cognition. If everyone can no longer feel the existence of that person, that is the meaning of death.

Gryffindor was a corner of the table, and Harry and Ron sat together, silently eating the bread on the plate. The jam was in their hands, but none of them was in the mood to put it on the bread.

Don't you just let your stomach touch the hunger alarm? You know, no matter how rich the meal is, as long as people die, they will never eat it again!

"Harry," Ron called out vaguely.

"What?"

Harry chewed the bread in his mouth and always felt that he couldn't even eat the wheat fragrance he should have.

"What I just thought --" Ron took a sip of milk and slid the contents of his mouth down his throat. "We should show more respect to 'almost Headless Nick' in the future."

"Ah --" Harry looked back and nodded. "You're right."

"You say, Dumbledore..." when mentioning the name, Ron hesitated for a moment, "... Will he become a ghost?"

"Who knows?" Harry shook his head. "They don't even know how ghosts form... It is said that if they die in strong regret, they may become ghosts, but it doesn't seem to be all that."

When Harry said this, they found that there was no topic again. After staring back and forth at each other, they simply buried themselves in the difficult business of eating bread again.

Just then, a figure blew from the auditorium door like a gust of wind and came quickly behind them.

"Are you finished? Hurry up, we have to cheer up!"

Harry and Ron looked back in amazement and saw Hermione's shaggy brown hair and her slightly dilated nose.

"What happened?"

"It should be a good thing - Hagrid is back!" Hermione replied quickly.

"Really?" Ron doubted. "Didn't you say in the common room that you were going to the library first? How did you know?"

Before the voice fell, a figure who was a few steps slower than Hermione also ran after him gently.

Hermione was obviously uncomfortable, but she grabbed the man's sleeve and explained, "it's Lou - miss Lovegood told me."

"... I was walking in front and saw a 'big man'."

Luna was pulled by Hermione's sleeve and staggered a few steps, but she didn't care, and even waved with her arms open.

"That's so big!" she explained in a trance.

Hagrid is really big, but isn't that common sense in Hogwarts? Luna just entered school a year later than them. Should she have been used to it long ago?

Ron looked at the girl with long light blond hair in doubt. He felt that she was really as strange as the rumor said.

Harry, sitting side by side with Ron, looked away slightly uncomfortable after seeing Luna. He still seemed to be worried about what had hurt Luna and didn't dare to look at the girl.

"Good morning?" Luna tilted her head, looked at them with slightly blurred eyes and said hello.

"Ah... Well, good morning."

Harry looked at the air beside Luna and nodded.

"Don't 'good morning' at all. Finish eating quickly. We have to come back before the first class!" Hermione urged, pointing at them with her arms crossed.

They hurriedly stuffed bread into their mouths and choked straight into their mouths with milk. After a busy time, the four people left the auditorium together and hurried to the hunting hut on the edge of the forbidden forest.

"Oh - I knew I should have changed into a thick sweater today. It's too cold!"

Ron shrugged his shoulders, shrunk his neck, put his hands around his arms and breathed cold.

"... better put on the scarf!" Harry added in time.

This time, Hermione was unconventional and did not criticize the two boys for their wordiness. Because she didn't wear much today, her thin robe swayed in the wind and couldn't stop the cold wind.

Hogwarts castle is very large, and the vestibule is naturally quite open. Once it comes to the windy season, it will blow like no money.

However, Luna still has a leisurely look - her house is located on an unusually wide hillside, and the howling of the wind has long been used to it.

And most importantly, she has not been afraid of the cold since she was a child.

Just looking at her neck exposed to the cold wind and her long hair swaying with the wind, they just felt colder!

Fortunately, Hagrid's cabin was not far away, and soon they could see it clearly. Under the light sunshine that hides in the clouds from time to time, some old hunting huts seem to be full of vitality.

In the roof chimney, which had not been moving for a long time, a curl of cooking smoke was rising at the moment, which was blown further by the strong wind in the air.

As soon as the three saw it, they subconsciously accelerated their pace of progress, and Luna followed behind. They came to the wooden door with excitement. Harry raised his hand and knocked a few times.

Suddenly, a nostalgic noisy dog barking rang behind the wooden door.

"Hagrid, we -- it's us!" Harry shouted, sticking to the crack in the door.

"Oh - yes, yes, so soon?" a slightly hoarse voice came out. "I thought you would be later! The water hasn't boiled yet -"

Then there was a sound of footsteps in the room, some heavy, but reassuring.

"Seriously, I miss you a little - get out of the way! Toothy, get out of the way! You fluber, lie down inside -"

Hagrid's voice seemed happy, which made Harry and Ron look at Hermione.

"You... Haven't told Hagrid yet?" Harry said with a heavy voice.

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

As they spoke, the wooden door next to them was pushed open, and the next moment, Hagrid's big head stretched out from the crack in the door.

Hermione subconsciously turned her head and screamed immediately.

"Oh, keep your voice down!" said Hagrid hastily. "Come in, come in! Miss Lovegood said she wanted to inform you, but I didn't expect you to move so fast -"

"Hagrid, what about the big man?"

Luna didn't seem to care about their performance at all. She stretched out her hand again and showed a little curious look.

"Oh! Didn't I tell you? Don't mention that again..." Hagrid waved his hand again and again, and then pushed some children into the door frame.

Then, with a bang, the wooden door closed tightly again.

"Sorry, Hagrid... I just..." Hermione stood by the door and looked at Hagrid suspiciously. "Oh... What the hell did you do?"

Hagrid's hair was almost entangled, and there seemed to be some dark red clots in it. The left eye was swollen and narrowed into a slit, showing a bright cyan.

There are all kinds of scars on every inch of skin you can see. In some places, even the blood hasn't stopped.

Perhaps one or two ribs had been broken, which made him move a little carefully. From time to time, he would grin at the corner of his mouth and hiss the air conditioner.

"It's all right, it's all right!" Hagrid pretended to be relaxed. "Have a cup of tea? It's cold outside today..."