Chapter 483

"... Ron, there's light ahead! We're almost there!"

When the whole Hogwarts fell into an impeccable disaster, Harry and Ron walking in the tunnel finally found the exit.

Is that a door? Or is it still the back of a painting? They don't know, but they understand that they can finally get out of this straight and long tunnel.

They walked quickly and came to a room from the exit of the tunnel... Well, in a bedroom?

Harry and Ron glanced around a few times, then looked at each other again. This bedroom looks very simple, everything is old, and no matter how tolerant, a large number of people may not be able to describe it as "clean and tidy".

Of course, the most important thing is - they are sure they have not been here, but the furnishings here make them feel an inexplicable familiarity, as if they had seen it somewhere.

Harry looked as like as two peas. He saw the hole behind them slowly closing, covering it, still a magic oil painting that they had seen before.

When the girl in the picture found Harry looking at her, she nodded slightly here.

"Well... Thank you for bringing us," Harry hesitated. "But can you tell us where this is and who's the owner here?"

But the girl in the picture still didn't answer his question, but stretched out her white arm and motioned to the door on one side.

Harry and Ron looked at the door together. When they turned back, the girl had turned and walked into the woods in the picture.

"Anyway, we have to go out and have a look..." Ron thought and suggested, "Marca must know this tunnel. This may be another stronghold of the order of the Phoenix... If not, it shouldn't be a dangerous place, should it?"

"I think you're right."

Although it is not only dirty everywhere, but also quite dark, it doesn't look like a good place. But Harry nodded in agreement.

However, their R.A. training course was not in vain. Not to mention the learning progress of magic, at least the intense training has increased their vigilance. It's always right to be careful in a strange environment.

This time Ron took the initiative to walk in front. He clenched his wand in his hand and carefully opened the bedroom door. Harry, who followed him, quickly shook his wand and extinguished the light at the tip of the wand.

With a slight squeak, Ron twisted the handle and opened the door.

Just when he wanted to take a look at the same dark outside, a small dark figure suddenly rushed in through the crack of the half open door!

"Oh -"

Ron felt a strong impact on his abdomen, knocking him and Harry behind him on the floor with a heavy dull noise.

"Oh - my stomach," moaned Ron. "What's going on? There's an enemy?"

"Don't be stunned! That thing is right in front of us!" Harry quickly grabbed Ron's clothes and dragged him back. "Armor!"

"No, no --"

Ron was certainly very grateful for Harry's timely response, because the armor spell was imposed on him by Harry. To be honest, he thought he had seen the culprit who hit him in the stomach.

"Harry, take it easy! It's not an enemy... It's just a goat!"

"What..." Harry, who sat down on the floor, was stunned. He thought he had heard wrong. He quickly waved his wand again. "Fluorescence flickers!"

The light shone from the tip of his wand again, and then they saw a goat with a pair of beautiful corners, looking at them from side to side.

"Oh -" Harry said as if remembering something, "it's this goat!"

"You have a goat friend?" Ron said casually as he climbed up on his waist.

"No! I mean... This is the goat that always swings in the pig's head bar! Don't you remember? The bar owner often lets it walk around the store..."

Said Harry, rising hastily from the floor.

"So we're in the pig's head bar? And there's a secret path in the boss's bedroom to where we're trapped?" said Ron, waving his hands and trying to drive the goat aside, but it didn't seem to work.

"Sorry, we have to go out... It's petrified," Harry confessed, then suddenly waved his wand and fixed the poor goat with a full body bondage spell.

"Curse a goat and you'll be sued by wiesengamo!" Ron muttered.

"Let me see. Before that, we have to think about casting spells outside school," Harry waved his hand. "Stop talking and get out first..."

After talking, they hurriedly left the stiff goat lying on the ground and left the small bedroom.

When they came outside, they immediately recognized it - this is indeed the pig head bar in the corner of Hogsmeade village.

Everything here is the same as before. The dirty windows can't even get in the light. But the dirty and shabby furnishings brought them a subtle sense of peace of mind.

No matter how unbearable it is, it is also a familiar place for them, although there is not even a person here now.

Harry hurried to the door and pulled out the latch. Suddenly, the light outside poured into the dark bar recklessly, so that they could hardly open their eyes.

Look at the light outside the door. It's definitely the next day.

They still know nothing about Hogwarts' bad situation, but it doesn't prevent them from being anxious. Dumbledore's funeral may have begun. Something will probably happen before and after the funeral. They came one night in advance, but they still couldn't participate in it in the end.

And now, the most important thing for both of them is that they can finally solve the big problem of hunger and thirst!

"Harry, should we go back inside and find something to eat?" Ron asked Harry, who had already gone outside, standing at the door.

"I don't think that's a good idea..." Harry shook his head decisively. "I have money here, and we're in Hogsmeade now!"

At present, their nerves that had been tight were finally relaxed a little, and the hidden hunger and thirst occupied their whole mind.

After Ron took the bar door with him, they ran impatiently to the street. In the distant direction of Hogwarts, some abnormal fluctuations can be vaguely seen, but they are really far away. If you don't look carefully, you can't see them clearly.

After they hurriedly bought some food and wolfed down for a while, they began to think about what to do next. After all, they didn't expect that they would come to Hogsmeade village along a tunnel.

"Ron, do you think we've passed Marca's test?" Harry stood by the honey Duke's door, munching chocolate, his mouth blurring.

"I think we've obviously exceeded the time limit..." Ron shook his head and swallowed the powdered sugar cake in his mouth, but looked puzzled again. "But I still don't understand - what kind of test is this?"

When Harry heard the speech, he frowned and thought about it. He couldn't help sighing.

"... maybe," he said reluctantly, "we didn't pass the test at all, but when the time came, we were automatically released... That's all."

Although neither of them is willing to think so, to be honest, this is probably the most likely answer.

"Anyway, if we run to Hogwarts now, it's really going to make trouble for Marca and the professor... We'd better go back!" Ron confessed. "We sneaked out without saying anything last night. Now mom must be in a hurry!"

"Well, let's..."

Harry was trying to promise, but he couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

He really doesn't want to be so useless anymore. Can he only be a burden? Obviously, his parents died at the hands of that guy, but he was unable to avenge his parents at all.

This feeling is terrible!

"No," Harry suddenly shook his head. "I want to find Hermione!"

"Looking for Hermione?" Ron said in surprise. "What are you looking for her?"

"Even if we can't help today, what if Voldemort is still alive after today? What if Voldemort doesn't go to Hogwarts today? We can't just wait!" Harry took a deep breath and said firmly, "the three of us should discuss what to do next... We have to have a clearer plan!"

"Uh... Go now?" Ron looked rather hesitant. "But at home..."

"We can take Hermione back to the burrow, can't we?" said Harry stubbornly. "I don't think I can wait any longer. I can't waste a minute!"

"Well... If you insist," Ron looked at Harry, who was a little impatient, but it was difficult to understand where his anxiety came from.

He didn't know how Harry's parents died, but hasn't he been like this for years? And aren't they always trying? Is it because I held it in my heart for too long and finally broke out today?

They all heard Hermione talk about their location. Of course Ron didn't know the geography of the Muggle world, but Harry, who also grew up in the Muggle world, knew how to get there.

Soon, they ran to the intersection at one end of the village, waved their wands and summoned a Knight Bus, leaving Hogsmeade village far behind.