() "... So, what is the 'silent person' in the prophecy?"

When Harry asked the question last night, the doorway of the Gryffindor common room suddenly opened, and a solemn and unquestionable voice interrupted his question.

"When it's time to sleep, what are you all doing in the lounge? Go back to their bedrooms, and move, immediately, immediately!"

Blood still remained in Professor McGonagall's eyes, but her condition seemed to have completely stabilized, and she had returned to the vice-president Hogwarts who was harsher on others and more strict on herself.

Oh no! Now, she is the temporary acting principal.

Driven by Professor McGonagall's steadfast drive, the little lions stood up one after the other, and hurriedly crowded and left the common room.

Harry naturally swarmed among the people and walked up the stairs leading to the dormitory.

To be honest, there are not many students who can really sleep well this night. Even Ron, who was usually heartless and heartless, was uncomfortably late to sleep, and did not sleep well.

In such a solemn day, only the nature that obeys the rules remains unchanged. Even the death of Dumbledore, the great wizard who attracted worldwide attention, is nothing more than a life visible to this world.

The haze of last night did not turn into cold raindrops pouring down, but in the early morning of the next day, it disappeared quietly.

The clouds in the blue sky are fluttering, adding a bit of Jinhui under the depiction of the first rays of the rising sun.

Although it's getting colder recently, everyone got up early today.

Almost everyone walked out of the gate of the castle when passing by the foyer. While being beaten by the cold wind outside the door, they looked at the lawn under the astronomical tower.

But there, there was nothing else to care about except the slightly overwhelmed withered grass.

If it were not for breakfast in the auditorium, and found that the kind figure sitting in the center of the teaching staff could no longer be seen, everyone would really have no corresponding sense of the old man's death.

All of this is like telling everyone that the boundary between life and death actually only exists in everyone's cognition. If everyone can no longer feel that person's existence, it is the meaning of death.

At the corner of the Gryffindor table, Harry and Ron sat together, silently eating the bread on the plate. The jam was in their hands, but now they didn't have the mood to put it on the bread.

Isn't it enough to expose your belly to the hunger alert? You know, no matter how rich the meals are in front of you, as soon as you die, you can never eat them again!

"Harry." Ron called loudly.

"what?"

Harry chewed the bread in his mouth, always feeling that he could not eat even the proper fragrance of wheat.

"I just thought about it—" Ron took a sip of milk and pushed the contents of his mouth down his throat. "We should have more respect for 'nearly headless Nick' in the future."

"Ah-" Harry turned back and nodded. "You're right."

"You said, Dumbledore ..." Ron paused a little hesitantly when referring to the name, "... will he become a ghost?"

"Who knows?" Harry shook his head. "How the ghosts are formed, they don't even know themselves ... it is said that if they die in strong regret, they may become ghosts, but it doesn't seem to be all that."

When Harry had finished speaking, they found that the topic was gone. After staring back and forth with each other a few times, they simply buried themselves in the difficult bread-making business.

Just then, a figure blasted from the auditorium door like a gust of wind, and came quickly behind them both.

"Have you finished eating? Hurry up, we have to get up!"

Harry and Ron turned their heads in shock, and at a glance saw Hermione's dishevelled brown hair and her nose, which was slightly dilated due to gasping.

"what happened?"

"It should be a good thing-Hagrid is back!" Hermione answered quickly.

"Really?" Ron said suspiciously. "Did you say in the common room just now that you want to go to the library first? How do you know?"

The words didn't end, and a figure a few steps slower than Hermione hurriedly followed him.

Hermione was obviously a little awkward, but still grabbed the man's sleeve and explained, "It's Lou-it was Miss Lovgood who told me."

"... I walked in front of me and saw a 'big-man'."

Luna was pulled by Hermione's sleeves, and she took a few long steps, but she didn't care to say, and even gestured with open arms.

"Then-what a big!" She exclaimed wryly.

Hagrid is really big, but isn't that already common sense in Hogwarts? Luna was only one year later than they were in school. Should she be used to it?

Ron looked at the girl with long blonde hair in doubt, and thought that she was really weird, as rumored.

Harry, who was sitting next to Ron side by side, still looked slightly uncomfortably after seeing Luna. He still seemed concerned about what had hurt Luna in the first place and was afraid to look at the girl.

"Good morning?" Luna tilted her head and greeted them with slightly bewildered eyes.

"Ah ... well, good morning."

Harry nodded as he watched the air beside Luna.

"Don't‘ good morning ’anymore. Hurry up and finish, we have to come back before the first class!” Hermione hurriedly pointed at them, urging.

The two hurriedly stuffed the bread into their mouths and were choked straight into their mouths to fill with milk. After a busy day, the four quickly left the auditorium and rushed to the hunting lodge on the edge of the forbidden forest.

"Oh—I knew it was time to put on a thick sweater today, it was so cold!"

Hurrying along the path in the vestibule, Ron shrugged his shoulders and narrowed his neck, his arms wrapped around his arms, and he was so cold.

"... It's better to put on a scarf again!" Harry added in a timely manner.

This time, Hermione was uncharacteristically, and did not blame the two boys because they were limping. Because she didn't wear much today, her thin robe fluttered in the wind, and she couldn't stop the cold wind that followed.

Hogwarts Castle is very large, and the vestibule is naturally quite wide. Once it is in the windy season, it will definitely be slammed like money.

However, Luna was still a leisurely look-her home was located on an unusually wide hillside, and howling winds were already used to it.

And the main thing is that she was not afraid of cold since she was a child.

It was just that the three looked at her neck exposed to the cold wind, and her long hair swaying with the wind, only to feel colder!

Fortunately, Hagrid's cabin was not too far away, and soon they could clearly see what the cabin looked like. In the light of the sun, which often hides from time to time, some old hunting huts seem to have some vitality.

In the roof chimney that has not been moving for a long time in the past, the cooking smoke is rising at this moment, being blown further by the strong wind in the air.

At the sight of the three, they all subconsciously accelerated the pace of progress, and Luna followed behind unhurriedly. They came to the wooden door with excitement, and Harry raised his hand and knocked a few times.

Suddenly, a nostalgic noisy dog ​​bark rang behind the door.

"Hagrid, we-it's us!" Harry shouted against the crack of the door.

"Oh-yeah, come here so soon?" A slightly husky voice came out, "I thought you would be a little bit late! The water hasn't boiled-"

Immediately, there was a sound of footsteps in the room, a little heavy, but reassuring.

"Seriously, I miss you a little bit-let it go! Tooth, get out of here! You Froberhair dog, lie down a bit-"

Hagrid's voice sounded pretty happy, which made both Harry and Ron look at Hermione.

"You ... haven't spoken to Hagrid yet?" Harry said a little bit gravely.

"Well, no ..." Hermione shook her head. "I haven't been yet ... Miss Lovegood just told me and I'll run to call you."

They were talking, the wooden door beside them was creaked open, and the next moment, Hagrid's head protruded from the crack of the door.

Hermione turned her head subconsciously before screaming.

"Oh, whisper!" Hagrid said quickly, "Come in, all come in! Miss Lovegood said she wanted to inform you, but I didn't expect you to move so fast--"

"Hagrid, what's that 'big-some'?"

Luna didn't seem to care about their performance at all, and she reached out and gestured again, showing a little curious look.

"Oh! Didn't I tell you all right? Don't mention that again ..." Hagrid waved hands again ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and pushed a few children into the door frame.

Immediately after that, with the sound of "bang", the wooden door was closed tightly again.

"Sorry, Hagrid ... I just ..." Hermione stood beside the door and looked at Hagrid in wonder. "Oh ... how did you do this?"

Almost all of Hagrid's hair was tangled, and there seemed to be some dark red, clotted blood clots. The left eye was swollen high, and the eyes narrowed into a thin slit, showing a bright lilac.

On every inch of skin that everyone can see, there are various scars, and in some places, even the blood has not stopped.

Perhaps one or two of his ribs had broken, which made him act cautiously, grinning the corners of his mouth from time to time, and hissing in cold air.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Hagrid pretended to be relaxed, "Did you have a cup of tea? It's so cold outside today ..."