novelslam Chapter 631 Painful Scars
Chapter 631 Painful Scars
Chapter 631 Painful Scars
Gryffindor common room,
After the hilarity, it was a mess.
Harry was alone, sitting on the sofa by the fireplace, waiting for Ron.
He decided to have a showdown with Ron.He really can't stand this kind of cold war.
In William's words: This is called cold violence.
Only now did Harry realize that Ron was a master of cold violence.In other words, he particularly likes to use cold violence.
In the first grade, I isolated Hermione, spoke ill of her behind her back, and she overheard her.
Then, Hermione went to the bathroom to cry all afternoon on Halloween and ran into the troll.
Akali Mystery Store sells Malfoy stuff, and he blames the twins.Then, he took the initiative to agree to Malfoy's duel and went on a night tour in the middle of the night.
As a result, he was hunted down by Filch and met Lu Wei.
In the third year, because of Crookshanks and Scabbers, they ignored Hermione.As it turned out, Crookshanks had spotted an anomaly in Scabbers.
Now, because of the Warriors...
Harry sighed and looked up at the clock on the wall.
At this point, Ron has not returned.It should be said... since Bagman told him to stay, he hasn't come back.
Naturally, the evening celebration was also missed.
Harry was about to go out when there was a creaking sound at the door.
The Fat Lady turned away, and Ron crawled in through the portrait hole.
His wounds were almost healed, but his face was very pale, and his head was covered with dust.
Seeing Harry, he froze.
"Where have you been?" Harry asked eagerly, jumping up. "I have been waiting for you!"
Ron didn't speak, and after a while, he muttered, "Take a walk."
He was still wearing tattered robes and seemed frozen.
Harry hurriedly said, "Come and sit, the fireplace is warm here!"
Ron walked over to the fire and sank into the chair furthest from Harry, not daring to look at him.
"Ron, I want to talk to you." Harry summoned up his courage.
"It's time for us to rethink our relationship, I don't want to continue like this.
Otherwise, the two of us will drift away and never go back to the past..."
"I'm sorry," Ron murmured, looking at his toes.
"What?" Harry thought he had heard wrong.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you." Ron bowed his head and said, "I shouldn't have believed the report of that woman in Skeeter.
I was so stupid. "
"You finally figured it out?" Harry exasperated. "It's been long enough."
"Just understand, forget about it, and let's start over, shall we?"
Ron nodded, looking sadly at his robes.
After a while, he said in a muffled voice, "This is the worst feeling I've ever felt in my life.
When I faced the fire dragon, my mind was muddled. "
He looked at the fire and murmured, "I shouldn't have become a warrior...I regret it."
"The other two projects can't be so dangerous, absolutely impossible." Harry comforted.
That's all he can say, otherwise he can say... It will be more difficult later? !
"Thank you, Harry, I feel much better." Ron looked around and said, "What's going on here, so much rubbish?"
"The academy held a celebration, celebrating Hermione's first place. And George..."
Harry snapped shut, realizing he had said the wrong thing again, and cast a wary glance at Ron.
When Ron heard the celebration, his expression was indeed a bit reluctant.He pulled out an ugly smile:
"We should really celebrate, Hermione and George both scored quite well..."
"Yeah," Harry agreed.
"Where's Hermione, have you returned to the dormitory? Haven't congratulated her yet." Ron asked casually.
"She seemed to be out in the middle of the celebration, and she hasn't come back yet..." Harry shook his head.
The portrait of the fat lady was suddenly pushed away, and a familiar female voice came.
The girl seemed to say goodbye to someone again, but it took a few minutes to say goodbye, and there were bursts of laughter during the period, before it was completely over.
Harry and Ron turned to look at the door, and soon saw Hermione walking in.
She was flushed all over her face, and she couldn't hide her smile.
"Hey, you two haven't returned to the dormitory yet?"
Hermione was also surprised to see that there were still people in the lounge at this point.
Normally, there is no one there.
"Why did you go?" Ron asked curiously. "Come back so late, have you gone on a night tour?"
"No reason, I always come back at this point."
Hermione sat down on the sofa.She restrained her smile, stared at Ron, and her tone gradually became as severe as Professor McGonagall:
"Ron, I was just about to tell you, but I never found a chance... about today's black magic."
"I didn't know black magic couldn't be used in the game." Ron obviously didn't want to mention it, he said impatiently, "Otherwise I definitely wouldn't use it!"
"It's not a question of knowing or not! You used it once in the second grade, and it almost killed Malfoy that time." Hermione shook her head.
"That's the black magic taught by the mysterious man. It's been done twice. You should remember your lesson! Never use his magic again!"
"I know! I said today was just an accident!"
Ron leaned on the sofa and said irritably, "I'll go to the headmaster tomorrow morning and tell him that I won't participate in the next competition."
"The Goblet of Fire has selected a warrior, which is equivalent to signing a contract, and they must participate in the following competitions." Hermione said angrily.
"Where is it that you say you won't participate, you won't participate."
Seeing Ron and Hermione quarrel again, Harry felt a headache.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't be waiting here tonight.
He rubbed his forehead.There are two scars on it.Left by Voldemort and Tom respectively.
In an instant, the scar left by Tom suddenly felt severe pain.The pain was ten times stronger than before.
He put his face in his hands.The scar was still burning with pain, as if it was about to explode, and tears came out of him.
"Harry! Harry!" Ron seemed terrified. "How are you doing?"
"Are you okay?" Hermione also asked hastily.
Harry rolled on the sofa in pain, screaming incessantly.
His cry startled many students, many of them rushed over from the dormitory.
Seeing Harry lying on the sofa moaning, and Ron on the side... Many people thought he had attacked Harry.
It's entirely possible.
Because Ron's reputation is not very good now.Everyone thought he was secretly learning the dark arts.
"Has he been attacked by Weasley?" said a terrified voice. "Should someone be called?"
"He needs to go to the hospital!" Another wizard was at a loss: "He looks like he has a rabies attack."
"Nonsense, this is obviously epilepsy!"
Hermione opened her sleeves, revealing a safety watch on her wrist, and said hastily:
"I'm calling William! He just sent me back, so I haven't gone far!"
Nico invented a sound-transmitting screw similar to a double-sided mirror, which cannot see human faces, but can make long-distance conversations.
William also transplanted this alchemy technique into the safety table.
William really didn't go far, he didn't even walk out of Gryffindor Tower, when he heard Hermione's call.
Two minutes later, William pushed away the portrait of the fat lady and entered the Gryffindor lounge.
The crowd cleared of their own accord, and he came to Harry's side.
Harry was still screaming in pain.
William tapped him with his wand, took out the tranquilizer and painkiller, and poured them into his mouth.
Although it was still painful, Harry gradually calmed down.
After a while, he opened his eyes with sweat all over his face, and said in horror:
"William, I see Tom!"
William's expression became serious as he nodded and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Professor Dumbledore."
"It's all gone." He raised his head again and said, "Go back to sleep."
"William, do you need me to go with you?" Hermione asked in a low voice.
"No, it's late, you've been tired all afternoon, go back to bed early." William patted her head.
With a flick of his wand, he turned Harry into a stretcher.
Harry sat on a stretcher and floated towards the door.
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The two soon arrived at the principal's office, and Harry got off the stretcher.
Harry covered his head, looked at the stone beast at the door, and asked worriedly, "William, do you know the password for the principal's office?"
"I know." William said lightly: "The principal usually uses his favorite snacks as passwords, such as... cockroach pile!"
The monster suddenly came alive and jumped aside.
Harry froze.
"A pile of cockroaches?" he said in surprise, "There are still people who eat this thing..."
"Dumbledore's taste has always been unique." William shrugged.
The two walked through the gap in the wall and up the spiral stone staircase as the door closed behind them.
The stairs rose slowly by themselves, bringing the two of them to a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker.
William knocked on the door, but seeing no one answered, he pushed the door open and walked in.
The portraits of the principals in the office are all empty, and the old principals who pretended to be asleep during the day are all gone.
Apparently, they also have a great nightlife.
Dumbledore didn't seem to be in the room, but on his desk, there was a stone basin.
"Fox, is Professor Dumbledore in there?" William looked to a shelf next to the table.
Fox was pouted, combing his tail feathers, and had no time to talk to William.
William walked over, flexed his fingers, and flicked it hard on the buttocks.
Not to mention, the little thing... It's quite elastic, and it's even wavy.
Fox was furious, as if he wanted to spit out William's scorching saliva,
William took out its favorite snack and handed it over.
Fox let out a sigh of relief, but he didn't spit out the flame.
Harry stared at the stone basin, looked at the silver gas inside and asked, "What is this?"
"Is this? It's called a Pensieve." William approached and looked under the Pensieve.
He could see a Ministry of Magic interrogation room, and what appeared to be an interrogation.
It does not seem to be a private memory.
For example, the private past with Grindelwald...
Since it's not the principal's privacy, it's easy to handle.
William said: "Let's go, your matter is more urgent, let's go inside to find Dumbledore."
His head touched the Pensieve, and he got into it first.
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(End of this chapter)