Harry Potter Morning Light

To the southwest of the Brabant Prime Minister's castle are two small towns. Both the town and the townspeople were once the prime minister's territory and territory. The local area is famous for making pottery.

There are also other lords' manors and towns in the north of the castle, which means that Leonardo and her accomplices can only run in one direction, and that is the forest area between the towns. Developed virgin forest. It is easy for these robbers who live in remote mountains and old forests all year round, but it is not conducive to the pursuers.

Fortunately, it has snowed for several days. Although the snow in the forest is still not deep, it has left footprints, at least for now, it can be followed by footprints.

There was a barking sound from the depths of the forest.

"Who brought the hounds?" Georgiana asked the others.

No one could answer her question, so she ran in the direction of the barking dog.

The forest was filled with dense water vapor. At first, the mottled sunlight from the treetops could penetrate, but later on, only some spots of light could be seen. When she realized that she stopped, there were only Figel and Ali beside her. Two people.

"Let's go back," Figel said.

As soon as she finished speaking, a dark shadow appeared on a small slope not far away, and Ali immediately put his hand on the dagger on his waist.

That black shadow looks like a dog at first glance, but its size is definitely not that of an ordinary dog, rather it resembles a Rewodang beast.

"Go!" Ali urged.

Georgiana didn't move, she took out her wand, and then flashed a fluorescent light, throwing the ball of light at the shadow.

She thought that the black shadow would get out of the way, but it didn't move at all. When the ball of light fell on top of its head, she saw clearly that the other party was not a dog at all, but a person with tattoos all over his body.

Seeing this strange man who suddenly appeared, Figel also pulled out the sword on his waist, while Georgiana watched him slowly approaching in disbelief.

"Long time no see, Knox," the dark-haired, handsome Sirius Black said in English, smiling at her.

Sirius was dead, Harry Potter confirmed that. If Sirius went to the next "journey", what is this in front of him?

Then she remembered Napoleon Bonaparte, who was supposed to be dead too, so she didn't know how to react other than surprise.

"What are you doing here?" Georgiana asked.

The man who looked a lot like Sirius stared at her.

"What are you looking at?" she asked impatiently.

"I think you really need a broomstick right now," Sirius said.

"do you have?"

"No."

"You just showed up to talk nonsense?" she said impatiently.

"Sirius" sighed, "Why do you speak more and more like a 'snot man'."

Now she was more and more sure that the man in front of her was not Sirius Black, even though he had mentioned the nickname "Snotty Man".

"I can help you." Sirius said, and suddenly threw something at her.

Subconsciously, she reached out to pick it up, and both Ali and Figel looked nervous, as if she was picking up a bomb.

When she looked down at what was in her hand, she saw that it was a clarinet, which looked as crude as the one Hagrid used to play at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"This is……"

She was about to ask, but "Sirius" had disappeared.

"Throw it away, ma'am," Ali said. "Don't take what the ghost gives you."

"How do you know he's a ghost?" Georgiana asked Ali.

Ali didn't make a sound, while Georgiana lowered her head and played with the newly acquired "instrument", put it to her lips without much hesitation, and began to play.

The clarinet sounded worse than it looked, but she continued to imitate Hagrid's tune, and it wasn't long before she heard footsteps behind her.

She put down the flute, turned her head, and saw a hideous animal walking towards her.

It was a thestral, with white eyes shining in the dark forest, and she couldn't tell what was going on with it because they were always skinny, but it sniffed all over Georgiana as it approached, Like looking for something to eat.

She didn't dare to move, for she was afraid that when she raised her hand, thestrals would treat it as food for feeding, but Figel and Ali didn't seem to be able to see it, but they felt something strange, and they looked at her in horror at this moment .

"Any meat?" Georgiana asked them both.

The two shook their heads together.

She looked at the Thestral again, though she didn't know if it came from one of the Thestrals in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

"Can you take me to find Margaret." Georgiana said softly, "As long as I find her, I will take you home."

The thestral seemed to be able to understand, it shook its head excitedly, and circled Georgiana several times.

Presently it stopped and stood beside a rock on which little Georgiana could stand and ride on its back.

Georgiana bravely passed by, stepped on the rocks and rode on the back of the Thestral. Seeing her "hanging in the air", Figel and Ali both showed expressions of surprise.

"Come up!" Georgiana stretched out her hand to Figel.

"What are you riding on?" Figel asked looking at the Thestrals in "a void".

Georgiana didn't know how to explain it to her.

Thestrals have to be seen by a wizard who has seen death, and Figgle is a Muggle, although she has certainly seen death.

"Don't waste time," said Georgiana impatiently.

"And me?" Ali asked.

Georgiana didn't know what to do with him either. At this time, the female dragoon had already climbed onto the back of thestral clumsily, and she looked surprised and amazed.

"I don't want any other suspicious elements lurking in the castle." Georgiana said, "Go back and continue searching."

Then she patted the Thestral, and it took a run-up, then spread its bat-like wings and flew into the sky.

"Wrap me around the waist!" Georgiana yelled.

Figel, who was experiencing this novelty, immediately obeyed his orders. The Thestral circled over the forest and then flew in one direction. After flying for about a minute or two, it began to descend.

Through the gap between the dense forest, Georgiana saw two groups of people. She took out her wand from her bracelet and cleared a clearing. Gretel snatched herself from the ground, and Georgiana ran to safety with the help of the Thestrals.

This is what happened in a second or two, like lightning, and when everyone recovered from the shock, Georgiana had already dismounted from the Thestral and came to the two sides on foot.

She looked at the two groups, on one side was Charlotte Goulding, with several Irish men behind her, and on the other side was "Leona". At this time, she had already taken off the turban wrapped around her head Showing black curly hair that looks like Medusa's hair.

"May I ask why?" Georgiana asked Leonard in English.

"Not all people in hell are worth saving, angel." Leona also said in English, "There will always be some incurable souls."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Myself." Leona smiled wryly, "I learned to read and write in Sunday school, where the only teaching materials were the Bible. The priests and well-meaning people hope to save our souls through faith, but I don't want to enter the workshop anymore."

"I understand." Georgiana said, thinking of the 9-year-old girl laborer who was forced to jump into the river by heavy work.

"No, you don't understand." Leona said blankly, "I just don't want to earn hard money, as long as the money is easy to come by, I can do anything."

Georgiana didn't know how to answer.

"I originally planned to pretend to be Miss Qianjin in Europe, but my 'teammates' are more interested in being robbers than my 'servants'."

Georgiana looked Leona up and down, doubting whether she could pretend to be a nobleman to deceive her.

"How did you do it?" Leonor asked.

"What?"

"Make Napoleon fall in love with you."

Georgiana smiled.

"Who told you that?"

Leonard didn't answer.

"I want to ask you a question, do you really believe that there is magic in this world?" Georgiana asked with an ambiguous smile.

Leonard laughed too.

"What are you laughing at?" Georgiana asked.

"Yes, I believe in magic." Leona smiled and said, "If there is an afterlife, I want to be like you."

"This is a terrible idea." Georgiana advised kindly.

"Why?" Leona asked.

Because you don't know what I've been through.

Georgiana said silently in her heart.

"Because, this is just a dream." Georgiana said blankly, "This world is not real."

"You sound like a madman when you say that," Leonard said.

"What else can you say?" Georgiana asked.

"What?" Leonor asked.

"For example, less suffering." Georgiana said helplessly.

Unexpectedly, Leona laughed out loud.

"Oh, you're so funny." After laughing enough, Leonard gasped.

"What's the fun?" said Georgiana, displeased.

Leona smiled and shook his head.

"I'm already looking forward to the next plot." After Leona finished speaking, he let go of the dagger in his hand, and lay down on the ground.

This is obviously not the first time she has been arrested. The other two male members looked at each other in panic when they saw what she did, and subconsciously wanted to run away.

There was the sound of horseshoes in the distance, and soon the cavalry came out of the forest and surrounded them.

Only then did the two put down their weapons, lying on the ground like Leona, waiting for arrest.

"What are you going to do with them?" Charlotte came up and asked in Georgiana's ear.

Georgiana didn't answer Charlotte, she looked at Leonard, who was looking at her defiantly.

Wheel punishment still existed in this era. After the reform of Frederick the Great, this cruel punishment was used for prisoners after hanging to save unnecessary pain. However, in order to serve as a warning and deterrent, some people were still executed this kind of punishment alive, and Leona and the others were undoubtedly qualified.

This kind of punishment will undoubtedly only exist in the scenes of hell, but Georgiana glanced at Margaret. She didn't know whether she was overly frightened or drugged. She didn't respond when I greeted her.

So Georgiana went over and took Margaret's hand.

"I told you not to let bad things happen to you," Georgiana whispered.

Margaret seemed to have heard this sentence, and her dull eyes fixed on Georgiana, and gradually became brighter.

"You're safe," Georgiana said with a smile, and put her arms around her, as if hugging herself.

When she was pudgy Pomona Sprout, despite her mud-stained witch robes, there was a beautiful half-breed Veela at heart.

Now, that notion has dissipated.

When a woman is in trouble, there are very few people who come to help. On the contrary, like Bojinbok, even though Merope is not beautiful, she still has an ancestral locket that can be cheated away.

Therefore, don't fall into the situation of "I am fish and meat". Only strength can make people feel happy.

"If you really think that, why are you holding her so tightly?" Albus asked aside.

Georgiana let go of Margaret, but she didn't dare to look at Margaret's expression.

Although she wants to be quiet at the moment, she has other "social activities"...

She couldn't help laughing at this thought, maybe her expression was so confusing and terrifying that the two nearby guards looked at her as if saying that she was crazy.