harry potter book of crimes

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

Until the end of the self-study time before lights out, Maka's endless reaction tests really tormented the young wizards. In addition, there were after-school homework waiting for everyone to complete, so burning the midnight oil was inevitable.

Early the next morning, almost everyone who attended the party had dark circles under their eyes.

"I know this is indeed very hard. If anyone can't hold on and wants to give up halfway, I won't blame him."

That’s it!

During the hellish training process, whenever someone showed signs of fatigue, Maka would always say these seemingly gentle and considerate words.

But who among the children present is not a minor? Most of the little wizards who can take the initiative to participate are filled with excitement! Especially since there are several bags of dog food inside... ah no, there are several couples. In my mind

How can you say anything depressing in front of the person you like? It’s too late to be competitive!

So in this most difficult first adaptive training, no one gave up in the end, and everyone persisted. Even Zachary Smith, who likes to complain the most, persisted until the last moment.

Overall, Maka was quite satisfied. After all, as this was the first training session, he did not discount too much on the training intensity. Those who could persist to the end were all supported by perseverance. Even these students

There are indeed one or two people with unpleasant personalities, but Maka will not blindly deny what should be advantages because of personal feelings.

"The weather looks good today..."

Maka opened the curtains behind her and glanced outside. Then she sat down on the chair again, 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 woken up from his sleep.

He was very tired from last night's training. After he came back, he was still busy with a lot of homework until midnight. As a result, he was working hard on homework even while dreaming.

"Ah! I can't finish it! I'm going to get points deducted by Snape again..." Harry sat up suddenly, blinked and thought for a while, "Oh...it turned out to be a dream!"

He fell back on the bed with a plop and pulled the quilt hard.

The bed opposite was still empty, and Ron had obviously not returned from the ward. He was usually used to Ron's presence around him, but now that he saw less of it, he really felt a little uncomfortable.

After lying on the bed for a while, Harry stared at the ray of sunlight coming in from the window and passing through the bed curtains. The fine dust was flying and rotating in the beam of light, flashing with little golden light.

Today is Saturday, so I feel like I can take a breather.

Of course, this is just a breather. After all, even if there are no other emergencies that will cause trouble in the future, it will be the O.W.Ls exam soon. As a student, there is no reason to relax.

Maybe it's because the daily life in the past few years has been too chaotic, and bad events keep happening one after another, as if there is no end.

If I have to describe it, this is like an endless Triwizard Tournament, and every day will be a new challenge.

There was still silence all around, and everyone was still asleep. If the inexplicable dream of catching up on homework hadn't scared him awake, he must have been the same now, right?

The sunlight in front of me was still very low, probably not long after it had just started to light up. You could vaguely hear the chirping of birds in the distance, but other than that, all that was left was the slow and even breathing of the students.

Voice.

Harry sat up again, opened the curtains beside the bed, and put on his clothes one by one. Then he opened his school bag, took out some parchment, quills, and ink bottles, and left with them.

Dormitory, walk to the common room.

The fireplace in the lounge had long been extinguished, and it was much colder here than in the dormitory. Harry couldn't help but shudder, and then he immediately threw some more dry firewood into it.

"The flames are blazing."

He pulled out his wand and pointed at the pile of firewood, and a strong flame immediately ignited the firewood, emitting a fascinating heat.

After warming himself by the fire for a while, he sat down on his favorite old armchair next to the fireplace. The soft cushions were quite comfortable.

As he spread the parchment on the round table, he thought about what to write.

After he learned the whereabouts of Sirius from Maka, he remembered that he should write to the godfather again. Although he could still say some things to Ron, what he really needed was not someone to accompany him.

It means that when he feels troubled, he can have someone who can comfort him.

In other words, a person like my father.

While thinking about it, Harry unscrewed the cap of the ink bottle and dipped some ink on the tip of his quill. But after that, his pen tip only hung on the top inch of the slightly yellowed parchment.

The location, I couldn’t put pen to paper for a long time.

After a while, he finally realized that he seemed to be just staring at the flames in the fireplace in a daze, not knowing how to write at all.

Of course there were a lot of things that happened, and just picking a few things would fill up this parchment. But he didn't have a good idea about which things to tell Sirius.

It was not easy to write a letter during this period. He had to find ways to slightly change what he wanted to convey, so that he could send it with confidence, because no one knew whether the letter would be read or not.

Someone who shouldn't have seen it kidnapped it, just like the time Hedwig was injured before.

Harry worked there motionless for a while, and then he finally sorted out some of his thoughts. He dipped another dip in the ink bottle, and then scribbled on the parchment.

He kept mentioning his "Defense Against the Dark Arts" course in the letter because, after thinking about it, it was the thing that disturbed him the most.

Those big spiders were naturally scary, but that was a thing of the past after all, and he also picked up the Sword of Gryffindor again.

Well, although this time he didn't feel very good, and he didn't exert any special power. But at least he didn't fall into the madness that scared him again. This was a good start.

What he is most uneasy about right now is the training last night.

During training, he clearly felt his own shortcomings. In other words, he was actually no different from everyone else. He was just as exhausted and had the same poor performance.

And the lightning scar on his forehead still reminds him that he must at least work harder for his parents. Compared with most other classmates, he is indeed different.

That's why he felt uneasy, because his difference was only reflected in the imprint left by Voldemort on him. Apart from that, he still had nothing. He clearly tasted his own powerlessness.

Harry read the letter from cover to cover several times, checking whether he had written anything he shouldn't have written. After repeatedly confirming that it was correct, he carefully sealed the parchment and walked through the common room.

to the Portrait Cave, and walk all the way towards the Owlery.

There were probably so many factors to consider that the letter was not too long. In comparison, the time it took him to complete the letter was a bit too long.

When he walked out of the door of Gryffindor Tower, the sun had already spread over most of Hogwarts. The sun hung high in the sky, spreading warmth that was completely different from the flames in the fireplace.

The Owlhouse was located on the top floor of the west tower, surrounded by glassless windows, and the bright light shone so brightly that he could hardly open his eyes.

Looking up, more window openings are neatly arranged around the spire, beams of light are projected in, criss-crossing on the slightly dim roof of the shed, and hundreds of owls are cooing non-stop.

The light in the morning seems to make them feel a little anxious. After all, owls are a typical nocturnal creature. If you look closely, you can see that several of them have just returned from hunting outside, and they still have writhing claws on their talons.

Wood rat.

Harry raised his neck and walked back and forth in search of Hedwig. The straw under his feet made a faint sound, probably filled with broken bones.

"Hey! Hedwig!" He spotted Hedwig's figure near the top, "Come down! There is a letter that you need to deliver!"

Hedwig gave a low cry, flapped her white wings that had just recovered for a few days, flew down, and stood on Harry's slightly thin shoulders.

"Is it okay? If it's not completely healed yet, I can ask the public owl to deliver this letter first..." Harry stroked her wings worriedly and said softly.

"Gu——"

Hedwig shook her head and flapped her wings again, indicating that she was fine.

"Okay, then..." Harry nodded slightly hesitantly, "This time it's a bit far away. I want to give it to Sirius. He is in the United States now -"

"Gugu——"

Hedwig held the envelope in her mouth and blinked her big amber eyes to show that she understood. Then she immediately spread her wings and flew to an owl stand in the center of the shed, pausing on it for a while.

Suddenly, a soft light spread over her body, giving her a magic spell to support her long-distance flight. Then, she kicked her legs hard, rushed out of the window, and flew into the bright sky outside.

.

Harry was blocking the sun and watching Hedwig go away, but at this moment, a big black bird that looked like an eagle suddenly glided over from the direction of the Forbidden Forest. After hovering in the air for a while, it headed straight towards him.

Come down.

He recognized the bird. It was Macca's owl, and he heard its name was "Malfurion."

Just as Harry was stunned, Marfa suddenly turned around again, turned her giant wings in front of the shed, drew a black arc, and flew to the other side of the castle.

Marfa's flying speed was so fast that Harry could barely react. He could only feel his heart beating like a drum.

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

Just now, the beautiful flight of Maka's owl reminded him of the time when Maka dominated the Quidditch Cup.

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

He was just reminiscing! But he didn't expect a voice to suddenly come out from behind, startling him.