Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1039 Riddle

  When Harry was a kid, all kinds of strange things always happened around him.

  For example, Dudley’s ugly old sweater. Aunt Petunia always forced him to wear it. The more she puts on the sweater, the smaller it became, so that it was so small that only a doll could wear it.

  Every time he finished haircutting, he seemed to have ignored it. Later, Aunt Petunia couldn't bear it. She cut Harry's hair with scissors, leaving only the pinch on the front of his forehead to cover the lightning-shaped scar.

The classmates laughed at his always loose clothes, and he tossed and turned on the bed in the storage room. When he woke up in the next morning, he didn't know if he should go to school, and his hair grew well the next morning. Up.

  On another occasion, Harry was spotted on the roof of the school. Dudley and his accomplices were chasing him. The next second he found himself sitting on the chimney in the blink of an eye.

  He was no less shocked than anyone, but it was an adult who was angry.

  "Don't play tricks." Before leaving for the zoo, Uncle Feinon warned him, "If anything goes wrong today, you won't have dinner for a week."

  Harry solemnly promised that he would never go wrong. Even at lunch at the zoo at noon, when he was chased by Dudley, he did not run on the roof of the restaurant like last time.

  It was a sunny weekend, and there were people traveling at home everywhere. Everything seemed normal until he came to the rockery near the lion.

  To be precise, he was in the lion’s cage, but now the zoo no longer uses iron bars, but transparent and solid glass.

  How did he get in?

   "You seem to be in trouble, friend." A giant python said to him from outside the lion cage. It made a hissing sound and stared at Harry with shiny eyes.

Harry turned his head and looked at the lions. Their amber eyes reflected his shadow and made a low purring sound. From a certain angle, it resembled a cat, except that this "big cat" is not as cute as a cat. .

  "Do you need help?" Monty Python asked, "It's because you helped me."

   "Of course!" Harry yelled.

  "Please say it again, I don't understand." Anaconda said.

   So Harry opened his mouth and spoke in a hissing voice.

   "You still learned something from me." A weird man with a snake face said beside him, "Like Quirrell, I want to learn something from me."

   Harry opened his eyes wide.

   "You killed him, using the magic your mother gave you." The Basilisk said, "You killed for the first time when you were 11, Harry Potter."

   "No, I don't!" Harry denied it.

   "So, how did Quirrell die?" The Basilisk asked.

   Harry stepped back subconsciously, while the weird man pressed on, and the weird face began to deform and became more and more beautiful.

   "Riddle?"

   "Do I look like Voldemort?" Cedric smiled and said, "You forgot to take something, Harry."

"what?"

  Cedric looked aside, a blue goblet of flame was lying on the ground, quietly emitting a cold light.

   Harry took a big breath and woke up.

  At this time, the sky is already bright, but the sun has not risen yet, Ginny is lying beside her, she is still asleep.

Harry raised his trembling hands and looked in front of him. In addition to the scar left by Umbridge on the back of his hand, there was also a circular scar on his arm, which was left by the basilisk. If you say Phoenix Fox didn't show up in time and saved Harry with his tears. He had been poisoned by the venom of the basilisk long ago.

  When Ha used the basilisk’s teeth to puncture Riddle’s notebook, and Ron and Hermione used the basilisk’s teeth to destroy Hefpuff’s gold cup, Riddle’s soul was destroyed almost immediately.

Ron used the Gryffindor sword to destroy the Slytherin locket. If Harry is really a Horcrux, then when he was in the secret room in the second grade, his fragments should have been destroyed by the venom of the basilisk. Up.

   "Are you okay?" Ginny asked sleepily.

  Harry looked at her, and when she got rid of Riddle's control in the secret room, she was the same when she woke up from a deep sleep.

  It's just that her appearance has changed.

   "I had a nightmare." Harry gasped.

   "It won't stop right away." Ginny patted Harry on the back like soothing James. "A lot of things happened while we were studying."

  Harry ignored Ginny.

  "Have you...did you heard me talking in sleep just now?" Harry asked after a moment.

   "No, I didn't hear it." Ginny frowned and looked at him worriedly. "What did you dream of?"

   "Nothing." Harry turned his gaze to the clock in the bedroom. It was already six in the morning.

  So he lifted the quilt and got up, put on his dressing gown, put on slippers, opened the bedroom door and walked downstairs.

  On March 20, 2005, the spring equinox, the day and night are equal in length. After this day, the time of sunshine in the northern hemisphere gradually becomes longer, the night becomes shorter, and the weather begins to warm.

  When Harry came to the kitchen, someone was already busy in it, and for a moment, Harry felt that her back was overlapped with someone.

   "Morning, Harry." Hermione said to him.

   "Good morning, Hermione." Harry smiled shyly, "Can't sleep?"

   "You too?" Hermione asked.

  Harry did not answer, picked up the knife and started cutting toast.

   "I have something to tell you."

  Hermione hesitated for a while and said.

"what's up?"

   "It's nothing." Hermione shook her head. She woke up early in the morning without using a smoothing agent, and her hair was as fluffy as a lion's mane.

  Harry continued to cut the toast.

  "Today is theoretically a day off, how do you plan to arrange it?" Harry asked.

   "I don't know, how about you?"

   "I want to go to a place."

   "Where?"

   "I won't tell you." Harry said with a chuckle, and the anxious Hermione immediately became an angry Hermione.

   "You don't tell me why you want to tell me?"

   "The same with you. This is the second time you have something to tell me but pretend to be okay." Harry put a smile away. "What the **** is it?"

   "I want to ask you a trick about Occlumency." Hermione dared not look into Harry's eyes and lowered her head to fry eggs.

  "Are you learning Occlumency? What are you doing with this?"

"it works."

  Harry had nothing to say for a while.

"I only practiced after Dobby's death." Harry was holding a kitchen knife, the face of the knife reflected like a mirror in his eyes and the scar on his forehead. When many people die, I feel that learning Occlumency is not indifferent."

"I am sorry……"

   "How is Kliche now?" Harry asked, "Is it okay at Hogwarts?"

   "It's no longer at Hogwarts." Hermione said, "You gave it the locket. It is now a free house elf."

   "Oh." Harry said in surprise, "That's good."

  "It went back to Black House for a while, and now I don’t know where it went."

   "It's a free spirit, it doesn't matter where you want to go."

   "Are you okay? Harry."

   "I just had a dream. I went back to the zoo." Harry put down the knife. "It's not Dudley who entered the cage this time, but me."

"anything else?"

"Hermione, do you think the fairies are the same as the house elves?" Harry asked again. "Yesterday Calvin told me that we are under siege now, maybe that's why I dreamt of being locked in a cage. "

  His original intention was to let Hermione stop raising the house elves and liberate, but Hermione walked to the table and took a book out of the embroidered bead bag.

   "I borrowed a book from the Department of Mysteries." Hermione turned the book to a page. "Be careful, it's easy to fascinate."

   Harry took the book, which was called "The Domineering Dementor: The True History of Azkaban."

  The page that Hermione turned to is like this:

  I was born in a cage, but anger made me tear the cage to pieces, with Gunter’s blood in my body, solving the puzzle, freeing me, and leaving the cage that bound me.

   "What is the riddle?"

   "No one knows, but people believe that the dementors of Azkaban are related to the Gunter family."

   "What's so strange about this?"

   "Harry, where's your genealogy?" Hermione asked, "The Potter family's genealogy, the Black family has a whole wall."

   "My father didn't leave me such a thing." Harry said, "and I have never seen grandpa and grandma either."

  "Is it possible that you are a snake-like voice because your family has the blood relationship of the Gunter family? Before your father, the Potter family has always been pure blood."

   "Do you think I am as proud of my blood as Ernie? Hermione."

  Hermione could not find her voice for a long time.

  "How is the horseman's attitude after cleaning up the spiders?" Harry asked.

  "They still want to drive Hagrid. The Forbidden Forest has been their territory since the Battle of Hogwarts."

   "Where will Hagrid go from now?"

  "Principal McGonagall suggested that he continue to be a professor of the magical animals class."

   "That's awesome, I hope the new students don't have to take care of the snails like us." Harry said with a strong smile.

   "You know, Harry..."

"If you haven't made up your mind if you want to tell me something, don't say it, Hermione." Before she could speak, Harry said, "If you want to learn Occlumency, you can start from this point. ."

  Hermione frowned like a bitter medicine.

  But Harry did not comfort her, and continued to cut the toast. He had a lot of troubles.

  (End of this chapter)