Hogwarts Melon Eater - Chapter 194

Birds chirped faintly, and the sun shone through the gaps between the leaves, shredding the people sitting against the tree, Lupin the werewolf, the rescued Modesty, and the man who held a sword tightly. Harry, Sirius still looked like a dog, lying peacefully on his stomach, drooling all over the floor, as if he had slept for a century.

“Papa,” the ammunition fired by the bird just fell to the ground in front of the dog Sirius’s nose, his nose moved, and he finally opened his eyes vaguely, struggling to stay away from the bird’s metabolite in front of him.

‘Come back,’ is the forest before entering the fairy tale book, and there is a signpost ‘Godric’s Hollow from here’ not far away, Sirius shook his head and regained consciousness.

It walked quickly to the side of Lupin, who was still sleeping, and looked at the old friend’s pale and old face, ‘I am the one who entered Azkaban, why does he look worse than me? ,’ Thinking of this, the black dog Sirius slammed into Lupin’s stomach.

“Uh!” Lupin woke up, he found himself lying on the ground next to a big tree, and his stomach, especially near the stomach, was aching, maybe it was a sequela from a fairy tale book, Lupin covered his stomach and gulps. Breathe fresh air.

It turns out that the tree looks like this from this angle. The dense branches and leaves cover the sky and the sun. As the majestic wind blows, the fine sunlight flickers among the leaves. At that moment, Lupin, who was clutching his stomach, felt extremely peaceful. His eyes could catch the quiet sleeping faces of the children, although Harry’s face was scarred, Modesty’s tears had not been wiped clean.

But they are all safe.

Lupin smiled, then a fluffy tail covered his eyes, and his smile disappeared in an instant, “Sirise, take your tail off my face or I’ll make it disappear from the world.”

He called Sirius Black again as Sirius, ‘Perhaps there is really something hidden about Peter Pettigrew, otherwise Sirius would never be able to take out a weapon with such high damage from the jumping pot – betrayal, definitely not chivalry… ‘

Soon Lupin regained his sight. He was still lying on the ground, enjoying this moment of tranquility. His smart head was running fast, thinking about whether or not to trust Sirius.

‘And judging by how many times he’s helped Harry in the fairy world…’ Lupin scratched his cheek, ‘it’s really hard to imagine Sirius being betrayed. ‘

Lupin was unable to attend Sirius’s trial, only to see the previous sentence in the Daily Prophet’s report, ‘Death Eater Sirius Black couldn’t say a word, he knew his actions were too bad, he didn’t even bother to commit a crime excuse…’

The loyalty and character of Sirius when he was studying at school, as well as his friendship for so many years, in fact, the rational Lupin has always been reluctant to believe that Sirius betrayed James, because it is not logical, Sirius There’s no reason to do this—

There are many people who say that the surname ‘Black’ that ‘represents extreme pure-blood supremacy’ is enough to represent that Sirius is a dark wizard, a death eater, and a minion of a mysterious man. His identity does not require unnecessary investigation. ‘Black’ says it all.

But Lupin knew that Sirius Black was not an ordinary Black. He was a wonderful member of the Black family.

Many children of pure-blood families may sometimes dislike the family’s actions, but they will never be as aggressive as Sirius.

The ‘Super Hemp Bikini Beauty’ poster on the wall of his room, permanently glued to the wall, still does his best to exude an artistic atmosphere that doesn’t fit the Blake family temperament at 12 Grimmauld Place—

Lupin knew that Sirius’ mother, Ms. Walburga Black, didn’t like the poster, and tried to get it down until her death in 1985, while Sirius was in prison.

‘Siris and his mother have always had a bad relationship, but… he should still regret missing the last one.’ Of course, if Lupin now knew about the painting of Madam Walburga’s Zaun hanging on the wall, perhaps There would be no such emotional thoughts.

“Harry—” Anna’s voice came from not far away.

Harry opened his eyes in a daze, he found that he had returned to the real world, he tried to move, and found that his left hand was numb from the pressure of a silver sword, “The Sword of the Pot Girl!” He exclaimed, He actually brought this sword out by himself.

Modesty was awakened by Harry’s exclamation. She rubbed her eyes and saw the surrounding scenery clearly. Tears filled her eyes again, “I…I’m back…I…” Harry knew for the first time, It turns out that there is such a crying girl in the world, her tears are like the water of the Pacific Ocean, and they can’t flow.

“Harry! Are you all right?” Anna and Dumbledore came over, “and this girl,” Anna handed Modesty a handkerchief, which soon turned into a flower handkerchief.

This was the second time Harry had seen Headmaster Dumbledore, and he happily greeted Anna and Dumbledore, “Hey! I’m fine—and got this awesome sword!” This is an unexpected gain.

Dumbledore took out a bottle of high-quality White Fresh Essence and handed it to Harry, “Use this to heal wounds very quickly,” Dumbledore pointed to the small scars on Harry’s face, “The effect is very good.”

“Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore!” Harry politely thanked him. He had a good impression of Dumbledore. After all, who would hate a white-bearded grandpa with a happy face and a kind-hearted face, maybe that’s what Santa Claus looks like.

In fact, Harry has always believed that Santa Claus exists in the world. Although he has never received a gift from Santa Claus before, he still expects Santa Claus to exist when he watches Dudley unpack the presents under the Christmas tree.

‘Maybe it’s because Dudley wants too much and Santa accidentally forgets my share when he prepares it, or maybe it’s because I’m too embarrassing for Santa,’ Harry thought, and he From wishing for a ‘new football’ to wishing to not be so lonely anymore. ‘

Now, Dudley, who has a lot of Christmas gifts, no longer believes in Santa Claus, and often laughs at Harry, “My parents bought those gifts for me! There is no Santa Claus in the world! Stupid Harry!” Harry shook Shaking his head, only he knew that his wish had really come true—perhaps it was really Santa’s credit.

“Headmaster Dumbledore!” Lupin stood up from the ground and patted the dirt on his body, “It’s been a long time since I first contacted you to save my life, I’m really ashamed.”

“After all, he’s my student,” Dumbledore smiled and patted Lupin’s shoulder, looking at Lupin’s slightly aged face, and his eyes that were finally shining, “You are in much better shape now, Finally got out of those drowsy days? Excessive drinking is not a good habit, alcohol can only numb yourself, never solve the problem.”

“Yes,” Lupin nodded, looking like he was still being watched by Headmaster Dumbledore when he lived in Hogsmeade, “Boss Aberforth threw me out of the Hog’s Head Bar, **** and ground. That moment of contact made me never want to drink again in the future.”

“Hehehe…he’s always so rough,” Dumbledore added with a smile, “but his intentions are good.”

“I know that, and I’m very grateful to Boss Aberforth…” Lupin was silent for a while, talking about Boss Aberforth, who was short-tempered…and the character of the goat man in the fairy tale is somewhat similar…

“We met a man named Goatman in a fairy tale,” Lupin considered his language, and glanced at Headmaster Dumbledore, who motioned for him to continue, “He is very similar to Boss Aberforth, We also met a boy named Days…and Grindelwald…” Lupin paused, “it seems to be the Grindelwald…”

“The first-generation Dark Lord, who failed in the duel with me, is Gellert Grindelwald who is now imprisoned in Nurmengard,” Dumbledore added for him.

“Yes! Uh…that’s him…” Lupin scratched his head, “I don’t know why he appeared in the storybook of Bedouin the Poet? And he called the boy named Dais…Albus…I don’t know, Principal, may this be your name?”

Anna took a step forward excitedly, wondering how Headmaster Dumbledore would answer such an embarrassing question.

As expected of Dumbledore, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com he chuckled, “It’s my name,” Dumbledore calmly said, “The one you strayed into was indeed the “Stories of Bedouin the Poet”, but It is different from other books, the second half is blank… The situation is more complicated, in short, when Grindelwald used to study the black magic above, he wrote it as a diary.”

“I knew him when I was young, so his diary has my name in it – that’s normal.”

Lupin nodded understandingly, “So it is,” he seemed to agree with Dumbledore’s statement, but Anna saw it, and Lupin’s eyes gleamed with the light of eating melons.

just know? Lupin couldn’t believe it.

“Professor Dumbledore! I didn’t expect to meet you here!” A surprised voice came from behind everyone, and an old man in a suit but a straw hat rushed in front of Dumbledore, with a big smile on his face, “What a coincidence!”

“Newt?” Dumbledore felt that he really saw too many friends he hadn’t contacted for a long time today.

“Aren’t you staying home and studying the postpartum care of the Boar?”