harry potter book of crimes

"Everything will be fine, believe me! Maybe you don't know, but I can actually use Gryffindor's sword safely... Well, although I am also surprised by this fact, because Gryffindor clearly said that I

It failed to achieve the expected results.”

"Gryffindor? You mean, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, Godric Gryffindor?"

At night, although Maka asked everyone to get as much sleep as possible before going out to patrol and keep vigil.

But even though everyone lay down, it was difficult to fall asleep at all, so in the end they turned over and sat up from the mattress one after another, and started talking at one time or another.

At first, everyone just explained the current situation to Harry.

But after talking about the situations that even they themselves only had a partial understanding of, Harry's experience in the Room of Requirement naturally became the thing that everyone was most curious about.

"Yes," Harry nodded immediately when Hermione asked, "Although it should be just a magic left by Gryffindor in the sword, it is indeed Gryffindor himself and me.

He even said a lot of things!"

"Oh, that's really..."

Hermione didn't know how to describe this feeling: was she surprised that Harry could meet the ancient people from thousands of years ago? Or was she regretful that she couldn't?

No, isn't there an ancient person in the world who is more "ancient" than Gryffindor, who is making trouble everywhere for fear of the world being in chaos?

She thought for a while and couldn't help but shake her head, and the inexplicable feeling faded a lot.

"Harry, you just said that Gryffindor said you failed to meet expectations?"

"Ah, that's it!" Harry nodded and said, "If you want to control Gryffindor's sword, you need the purest courage...and my courage seems to be far from pure enough."

"At that time in the Room of Requirement, I saw another version of myself. I thought it was a self that was condensed from my inner weaknesses and negative emotions."

"Gryffindor said that only by conquering the worst side of myself can I gain the pure courage to wield a sword."

When Hermione heard this, she suddenly understood:

"Then you...failed?"

"That's right," Harry said, "Although I don't remember it clearly, I just remember that I was angered by my other self at that time. Later, when I failed in the challenge, it was after I woke up that Gran

Fendo told me."

"Oh, the worst part of yourself?" Ron whispered from the side, "That sounds a bit scary."

"It's indeed scary." Harry felt a little numb when he thought of the remaining fragments in his memory. "That was the first time I knew so clearly that I still have such a negative and selfish side...

...And more importantly, it was really me! Because I have actually had those thoughts before, but I usually don’t want to think about them too much.”

"For example?" Ron asked curiously.

However, before Harry could react, Hermione immediately glared at him.

"Harry, you don't need to answer this question..." she said, "I think that the other 'you' may indeed be real, but it is obviously not all of you. And in my opinion, it should be just you.

What it looks like when some negative emotions are amplified.”

"Thank you, I'm fine." Harry shook his head at Hermione's thoughtfulness, "I seemed to have failed because I escaped. Therefore, I no longer want to escape from my own weaknesses..."

After a slight pause, he then said:

"Actually, at that time, the other me said a lot. He said that no matter how hard I tried, it was impossible to save my parents; he also said that even for Ginny, I should not take huge risks.

What games can you play to challenge yourself?”

"I must say, I was almost convinced by him, because those ideas were actually the thoughts that I had thought in my own mind."

"So that's what it is?" Ron thought for a moment, patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Actually, you should learn from me on this point. In fact, I scold myself for being a waste every day. I curse myself when I get up in the morning, and before going to bed at night.

I also swear, I think this can alert myself at all times. Do you think...is this also a way to challenge yourself?"

"Yeah?"

Harry blinked his eyes and said as if he couldn't accept it:

"What's the effect? ​​Have you defeated yourself?"

After Ron heard this, he immediately shrugged slightly.

"Well... I think the effect is still there," he said, "At least now if there is an 'other me' who says I'm a waste, I won't be angry... Yes, that's it!"

"That's just because you have successfully convinced yourself." Hermione glared at him again angrily, then turned around and said, "Harry, don't listen to his bad idea!"

"Maybe... it actually has some effect?"

Harry smiled dryly and supported his good buddy, and then said:

"Anyway, I should have failed at that time. And according to Mr. Gryffindor, if I hadn't had Maca and...well, he said that Professor Dumbledore and both of them would have helped me.

"

"Without them, I might never have been able to wake up... and after I truly returned to reality, I still thought that all the risks I had taken might have been in vain."

Having said this, Harry spread his hands and said in confusion:

"It wasn't until I was running around school with the sword for a long time that I noticed that even if I held it all day long, I no longer lost my mind like before. And what's more, I later

I went back to the training ground in the Room of Requirement and tried it, and my physical fitness has actually become much better than before, and I even no longer look like a 'wizard' at all!"

"Physical strength?" Hermione couldn't help but start looking up and down Harry's body as she listened, "What's a good idea?"

"Oh, this is a bit troublesome to talk about. You'll know just by looking at it!"

As Harry spoke, he suddenly held the mattress under his body with one hand, and then turned over from a cross-legged sitting position to a handstand with just the strength of one hand.

"Look, it's like doing a long period of fitness training!" He stood on his head and continued to speak in front of everyone's astonished eyes, "I have tried it, whether it is the speed of running or swinging a sword,

The power of punching and kicking is much stronger than before! But what's even more strange is that my physique is still the same as before. As you know, I am not very thin."

"oh!"

Seeing Harry finally turn over and sit back on the mattress, Ron couldn't help but reach over and squeeze his arm.

"It's true, you don't even have as much muscle as me... What's the difference?"

"Bang"

"Cough cough cough...Ron, what are you doing!"

Just as he was talking, Ron punched Harry in the chest, causing him to cover his chest and cough for a while.

"Oh, I just want to test whether you are more resistant to fighting," Ron smiled sheepishly, then patted his back and said, "But it's obvious that you are still as impatient as before.

Beat me...be careful in the future, don't accidentally jump too high and fall yourself!"

"Ahem... You don't have to tell me that!" Harry rolled his eyes, "I have fallen down in the Room of Requirement several times! One time I hit my head on the ceiling, and it hurt so much that I almost burst into tears.

Got it!"

"But I have to say that this will make you more flexible in battle."

Not far away, Fred and George were obviously very optimistic about Harry's current condition. Especially when they thought that if they stayed here, they would encounter more battles, and Harry would obviously become an indispensable person among them.

Indispensable combat power.

After all, in addition to this unexpectedly good body, Harry is also one of the ones with a relatively high level of dueling among them.

But at this moment, Harry seemed to have another perspective on his current self.

"It's not just more flexible," he said, "In fact, I think the most important thing is still the Sword of Gryffindor, remember? I used it to kill the fire dragon... You think, if I cooperate, it will be faster

What if you have more speed, greater strength, and more endurance to fight?"

"Regarding this, I think you'd better think it over carefully before speaking!"

Suddenly, Maka's voice came from the door, causing everyone to subconsciously turn their heads and look over there.

"What are you considering?" Harry said, "I will stay too, I will definitely!"

However, when he saw Maka walking in gently, he sighed helplessly and said:

"Of course, whether you want to stay or not is also something you need to consider carefully, but that's not what I was referring to just now... Harry, have you ever thought about using such an extremely sharp sword to fight with people, what a...

What kind of scene is it like?”

"Uh...what do you mean?"

"Think about the practice you did with those dueling dolls in the Room of Requirement!" Maka said, "If it were a real person... I don't think you would be able to lie on the floor like you did then.

Gasping for air among the wreckage."

"Uh, um"

Just following Maka's words and imagining it for a moment, Harry felt sick, which made him immediately fall silent.

After pointing this out, Maka looked at everyone else around her and said:

"Why aren't you sleeping? If you just lose sleep like this, I don't think you should even think about staying. I don't want to see any of you get into trouble because of lack of sleep."

After that, he didn't speak any more, and turned around and left as if he really just came to see if everyone was sleeping well.

But in fact, he is the one who has the least intention to sleep among all the people. Due to the many pressures repeatedly piling up in his heart, maybe even if he does not need to stay awake, he will not be able to settle down and sleep normally.

This night is still very long.