Chapter 429

That night, after Maka named and praised the students with good reaction ability, the real training officially began.

Until the end of the self-study time before turning off the light, Maka's endless reaction tests really tossed a lot of little wizards. In addition, there are homework waiting for everyone to complete, so it is inevitable to burn the midnight oil.

The next morning, almost all the members attending the party had dark circles under their eyes.

"I know it's really hard. If anyone can't hold on and wants to give up halfway, I won't blame him."

That's it!

In the hellish training process, whenever someone shows fatigue, Maka always says this seemingly gentle and considerate word.

But which of the children present is not a minor? Most of the little wizards who can take the initiative to participate are holding their breath! Especially there are several bags of dog food inside... Ah, no, there are several couples. In front of the person you like, how can you say anything frustrating? It's too late to be competitive!

So this was the most difficult first adaptive training. In the end, none of them gave up and all insisted. Even zakaris Smith, who likes to complain most, survived to the last minute.

Overall, Maka is quite satisfied. After all, as the first training, he didn't discount too much on the training intensity. All the things that can persist to the end depend on perseverance. Even if one or two of these students are not pleasant, but they should be good, Maka will not blindly deny them because of her personal feelings.

"The weather looks good today..."

Maka opened the curtain behind her and glanced out. Then she sat down in the chair, opened the book and continued to study.

He must master these contents as soon as possible. There are many things to be busy with!

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

Last night's training made him very tired. When he came back, he was still busy with a lot of homework until midnight. As a result, he even dreamed of doing his homework.

"Ah! I can't finish it! Snape will deduct points again..." Harry suddenly sat up, blinked and thought blankly for a while, "Oh... It was a dream!"

He flopped back into bed and pulled the quilt hard.

The opposite bed was still empty, and Ron had obviously not returned from the ward. Usually used to the existence of Ron around him. Now he sees less. He really doesn't get used to it.

After lying in bed for a while, Harry stared at the sunlight coming in from the window and passing through the bed curtain. The fine dust danced and rotated in the light column, glittering with gold.

Today is Saturday. I can take a breath.

Of course, it's just a breath. After all, even if there are no other emergencies to make trouble, it's time for the o.w.ls exam soon. As a student, there is no reason to relax.

Maybe it's because the daily life in recent years is too chaotic. Bad events happen one after another, as if there is no end.

If you have to describe it, it's like an endless top three competition. Every day will be a new challenge.

There was still silence, and everyone was still asleep. If he hadn't been awakened by the inexplicable dream of catching up with his homework, he must be the same now?

The position of the sunshine in front of me is still very low. Maybe it didn't take long for genius to light up. The chirping of birds in the distance can be vaguely heard. In addition, there is only the slow and even breathing sound of the students.

Harry sat up again. He opened the curtain by the bed and put on his clothes one by one. Then he opened his schoolbag, took out some parchment, quills and ink bottles, took them out of the dormitory and walked to the common room.

The fireplace in the lounge has long been extinguished. It's much colder here than in the bedroom. Harry could not help shivering, and then he immediately threw some dry firewood in by the fireplace.

"The fire is blazing."

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

After a little fire, he sat down on his favorite old armchair next to the fireplace. The soft cushion was quite comfortable.

As he smoothed the parchment on the round table, he pondered what to write.

When he learned about Sirius from Maka, he remembered that it was time to write to the godfather. Although he can still talk to Ron, what he really needs is not someone to worry with him, but someone to comfort his heart when he feels troubled.

Or a man like his father.

Thinking, Harry unscrewed the lid of the ink bottle and dipped some ink on the tip of the quill pen. But after that, the tip of his pen just hung on the first inch of the yellowing parchment and couldn't write for a long time.

After a while, he finally found that he seemed to be staring at the fire in the fireplace in a daze. He didn't know how to write at all.

Of course, a lot of things happened. You can write this parchment full with just a few. But he didn't have a good idea about which things to choose to tell Sirius.

It is not easy to write letters during this period. He must try his best to slightly change the content he wants to convey in the past, so that he can safely send it out, because no one knows whether the letter will be robbed by someone who shouldn't have seen it, just like Hedwig was injured before.

Harry stayed there for a while, and finally straightened out what he thought. He dipped it in the ink bottle again, and then wrote it down on parchment.

In his letter, he mentioned his "defense against the dark arts class" from the middle point to the end, because he thought about it and thought about it, which made him most upset.

Those big spiders were terrible, but after all, it was a thing of the past, and he picked up Gryffindor's sword again.

Well, although I don't feel very energetic this time, and I haven't played any special strength. But at least he didn't fall into the madness that once frightened him. This is a good start.

The most disturbing thing for him now is the training last night.

During the training, he obviously felt his shortcomings. Or, in fact, he is no different from everyone. He is equally tired and performs poorly.

The lightning scar on his forehead still reminds him to work harder for his parents at least. He is really different from most of his classmates.

So he felt uneasy, because his difference was only reflected in a mark left by Voldemort. In addition, he still had nothing, and he clearly tasted his powerlessness.

Harry read the letter several times from beginning to end, checking whether he had written something he shouldn't have written. After repeated confirmation, he carefully sealed the parchment, drilled through the portrait hole in the common room and walked all the way to the owl shed.

Perhaps there are too many factors to worry about, so that this letter is not too long. In contrast, it took him a little too long to finish the letter.

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

The owl shed was on the top floor of the West Tower, surrounded by windowless holes, and the bright light made him almost unable to open his eyes.

Looking up, more window openings are neatly arranged around the spire, and light columns are projected in. They are crisscrossed on the slightly dark shed roof, and hundreds of owls are cooing.

This morning's light seems to make them feel a little anxious. After all, owls are a typical nocturnal creature. If you look carefully, you can also find that several forest mice have obviously just returned from hunting outside, and they still have twisting forest mice on their claws.

Harry raised his neck and walked back and forth in search of Hedwig. There was a faint noise in the straw under his feet. It was probably full of fine bones.

"Hey! Hedwig!" he found Hedwig's figure near the top. "Come down! There's a letter for you to send!"

Hedwig let out a low cry, flapped the white wings that had just recovered for a few days, flew down and stood on Harry's slightly thin shoulder.

"No problem? If it's not all right, I can ask the public owl to send this letter first..." Harry stroked her wings with some worry and said softly.

"Goo -"

Hedwig shook her head and flapped her wings to show that she was OK.

"OK, so..." Harry nodded slightly hesitantly. "This time it's a little far away. I want to give it to Sirius. He's in America now -"

"Goo Goo -"

Hedwig took the envelope in her mouth and blinked her big amber eyes to show that she understood. Then he immediately spread his wings and flew to an owl rack in the middle of the shed and stopped on it.

Suddenly, a soft light flowed on her and attached a magic spell to support her long-distance flight. Then she kicked her legs hard, rushed out of the window hole and flew to the bright sky outside.

Harry was watching Hedwig go away from the sun, but just then, a big black bird shaped like an eagle suddenly glided from the forbidden forest, circled in the air and fell straight towards him.

He knew the bird. It was Marca's Owl. It was said that its name was "Malfurion".

Just as Harry was stunned, Martha suddenly turned around again, his huge wings were angry, turned a corner in front of the shed, drew a black arc and flew to the other side of the castle.

Martha's flying speed was so fast that Harry could hardly react. He just felt his heart pounding like a drum.

Marca has not ridden a broomstick for a long time. Harry, who loves Quidditch, is actually very sorry. He has always wanted to have a good game with Marca.

Just now, the beautiful flight of Maka's Owl immediately reminded him of Maka's posture of dominating the Quidditch cup.

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

He's remembering! But he didn't want a voice coming out behind him, which startled him.