Chapter 276： Harry's growth

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Chapter 276 Harry's Growth

"Harry!" Hermione and Ron looked at Harry worriedly. He didn't look like an okay person. Everyone could see that Harry had been greatly hurt. ??·

They wanted to call Mrs. Pomfrey, and they felt that Harry would not want others to see him now, they anxiously gathered around Harry, worried for him.

After a long time, Harry slowly came over, like a suffocating fish, and began to breathe slowly.

He began to speak, in a dry voice that was almost out of breath, and he said, "Thank you...you guys, thank you...you Hermione, thank you... Ron."

"If you say, in my life, there is something to be proud of. It is my mother and you." Harry began to choke again.

Hermione waved her hand immediately, "Harry, don't talk about it, don't think about it. You need a good rest now, we will come to see you later."

The sincere expression of Harry's final farewell made Hermione feel uncomfortable and worried her even more. She didn't want to see Harry like this. She wanted Harry to wake up, pretending to be Quidditch in his mind, pretending to be a game, and not as memories of dying farewell.

Harry nodded tremblingly, he needed a lot of effort to control himself as much as possible.

"George...when you come back, please...tell me immediately.??" Ha used his last strength to finish saying this, and he buried his whole body in the quilt.

Hermione and Ron couldn't see Harry's expression, but they could see the twitching and trembling life, and heard the sobbing sobbing.

They were worried that Harry was about to cry to death. They had never seen anyone like this, let alone their friends. It was a bad day.

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Fortunately, this terrible and terrible situation did not continue. They soon saw George, and George did not chase the **** dog. The sweeping storms and downpours obscured all traces. This is not the weather suitable for tracking.

The **** dog seemed to be very familiar with the surroundings, it was extremely fast, and it seemed that he had been accustomed to escape long ago. George used a variety of methods, but he escaped.

"It's a pity that it ran away." George said regretfully, "but the good news is that we at least found its Animagus prototype, and it is impossible for it to appear in the castle again."

He gloated and said, "The dementors couldn't beat me, and I burned several more. They should be grieving. As long as Black is caught, the dementors may immediately execute him.??· "

"That's great, he won't hide for a few days." Hermione nodded vigorously, and the bad things finally passed. Sirius Black's hidden tactics have been discovered, and he was caught only sooner or later.

"It's a pity that he can't end up with Snape," Ron said without a pity. He still imagined that Snape would suffer.

"Thank you, George, I owe you so much." Harry said with emotion.

Under the quilt, a dim, deadly cry, Harry almost cried out the pain and sorrow of his life. After some rest, he was much better.

George used it to pat Harry on the back and said, "Don't look old-fashioned, young man, be more energetic. This is called investment. You are still growing now. It seems that you have nothing, but you will have everything in the future. ."

George's hot slap made Harry couldn't help grinning. He grinned bitterly, "I will adjust soon, and Mrs. Pomfrey said I can be discharged from the hospital this weekend."

In the next few days, Harry quietly cultivated, and he did adjust very well.

Hermione told him that his light wheel 2000 was blown away by the wind and hit the beating willow, and then he was beaten to the willow, shattered to pieces.

Harry nodded, comforted Hermione, and said, "I think it definitely doesn't like being hit by someone, so it's not to blame it."

He packed the remaining dozen pieces of wood and broom tail fragments in a book. He didn't tidy them up, he didn't throw them away, he just put them aside, feeling that he had lost an important friend.

Everyone came to see him, and everyone tried their own way to make him happy. Hagrid gave him a yellow cabbage, which he called the centipede flower.

Ginny gave him a self-made rehabilitation card that would scream and sing, and Harry had to press the card under the heavy dishes.

Gryffindor's teammates came to see Harry again on Sunday morning, and Wood also came. Wood was desperate and lifeless. He heard from his teammates that when the game was lost, he had been standing in the rain as if he was going to drown himself. He didn't return to the castle until the teacher drove him to sleep.

Harry also tried to encourage Wood, although he suffered far more injuries than Wood.

Friends are trying their best to make Harry happy, and Harry is trying his best not to worry his friends. He forced a smile, and slowly began to laugh He began to understand what George said.

"In the human world, there is no easy word. But no one, nothing can stop you from thinking about happy things."

"The curse of the guardian **** is just such a curse that can cheer you up at any time."

Harry repeated it over and over again in his heart, the mantra of the patron saint, over and over again in his heart, constructing joyful scenes.

Harry could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the patron saint who greeted the entity, and he believed that he would soon be able to summon the true patron saint in his heart. Summon a patron saint who will always guard him and always cheer him up.

At night, when Harry was most sad, his friends all left. He lay alone in the hospital, staring at the cold moon glow on the ceiling blankly.

Those terrible whispers floated in his ears, time and time again, darkness struck him, and the cold melted into his body. But he was no longer afraid, he merged with the darkness. He could hear his mother's deathbed words, and she worked hard to protect him, using her own life and everything she had.

He also heard the sharp smile of Voldemort killing his mother. He could feel the wet, slippery, rotting hands, the dementor's figure swallowing everything, but he was not afraid anymore. He watched all this with cold eyes, and was tired again. Go to sleep.

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On Monday, Harry returned to the hustle and bustle of campus life, and everything really got better. Even Malfoy's ridicule couldn't interfere with him. He was busy with homework and training to make himself full and tired.

As long as a person is busy, many things disappear naturally, or in other words, they are hidden. Human energy is always like this. Wherever you put your time, your energy will be attracted.