The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

In fact, since the beginning of school, except for the day when the Hogwarts Express and Diagon Alley were attacked, Harry has repeated that dream every day.

Although the specific content of the dream is actually very simple, it is just a voice repeating "I love you" over and over again.

But Harry didn't feel bored at all.

On the contrary, as Ron said earlier, "sleep is a process of self-healing", Harry felt that the dream he had was a kind of repair for the mental damage caused by the loss of his parents when he was young.

It can even be said to be optimized and improved.

Because through this highly immersive dream, Harry can clearly feel that his talents and talents in all aspects are steadily increasing, and there is a strong positive energy constantly instilling in his heart, which makes him feel My mentality has now become confident and strong.

Harry quite agreed with Hermione's words.

Maybe it really could be a disease, but it should also be a good disease.

Because the good feeling brought about by this 'illness' is something Harry has never felt in the past ten years.

In the past, everyone paid equal attention to him, and even wherever he went, he would attract onlookers.

But that was only brought about by his 'savior' status.

And now, even someone as proud as Hermione was sincerely acknowledging his game.

Every subsequent slug club meeting held by Slughorn regarded him as the core figure, and he laughed from ear to ear every time he saw him.

Hermione had previously said that Slughorn had recommended him to visit the National Potions Society.

But in fact it is not just a visit.

What Professor Slughorn privately told him was that after his recommendation, the head and vice-president of the Potions Association were very interested in his talents.

If this visit goes well, he can directly become a member of the National Potions Association!

This is undoubtedly a great honor.

After all, apart from bug-level figures like Link, even Professor Snape was able to join the Potions Association many years after graduation.

And all of this was achieved through his own hard work.

Taking a deep breath, Harry patted Ron on the shoulder for reassurance.

He didn't think Ron was jealous, he and Ron were old friends for many years, Harry thought he understood Ron's thoughts, in his opinion, Ron was more concerned about him, And the discomfort caused by the sudden widening of the gap between the two, at least not malicious.

After organizing the language, Harry was ready to continue his own work that he always had to do - to reconcile the conflicts between Ron and Hermione so that they could get back together.

However, just as he was about to speak, the originally noisy auditorium suddenly became quiet.

Even Hermione and Ron sat down at this moment, pretending to be nonchalant.

This weird change made Harry realize something.

As if he had a feeling in his heart, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the hall.

Sure enough, Snape was striding into the auditorium.

The broad black cloak billows behind him,

Make it look like a giant bat.

Snape's arrival increased the air pressure in the entire auditorium. Wherever he went, the little wizards all lowered their heads and their faces turned red.

The only exception at the scene was probably Harry.

When the eyes of the two collided, instead of showing the slightest fear, Harry smiled kindly at Snape and nodded.

Snape's footsteps stopped, and there seemed to be subtle surprise on his face.

However, after a brief pause, he also nodded to Harry very rarely.

After a few minutes, Snape left the Great Hall.

Judging from the direction, he should just pass the auditorium because he wanted to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The auditorium instantly returned to its original lively scene.

A small number of students who were so frightened that they almost shrank under the long table just now even started to tease Snape's cloak.

Ron, on the other hand, grabbed Harry's arm, lowered his voice a little excitedly and said:

"Hermione, did you see that just now? Harry, he is actually smiling at Snape?! Now do you dare to say that Harry is normal? If he is normal, how could he do such a thing? He usually hates Snape the most Snape? He heard that Snape became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the beginning of this year, and he wished that Snape would be cursed to death this year!"

Hermione didn't speak, just looked at Harry strangely.

She also saw the scene just now very clearly, and at this moment she had to admit that Harry's behavior was indeed very strange.

After hesitating for a moment, she gritted her teeth and said:

"Harry, why don't you go to the infirmary? I'm starting to wonder if someone has cast an Imperius Curse on you."

"Tsk—"

Harry slapped Hermione's hand out to touch his forehead and said:

"What are you talking about? I just smiled politely at Professor Snape!"

"That's what makes us confused." Ron shook his head and said, "Usually, you would be fine if you saw Snape not spitting at him, and you still smiled at him? Besides, you just called him Professor Snape ? You even used an honorific title for him? This is even more strange!"

Hermione nodded in agreement.

Harry was about to go crazy, and explained helplessly:

"My opinion and attitude towards Snape has indeed changed, but that's because I learned from Professor Slughorn not long ago that Snape has nothing to do with my parents. Especially my father, he At that time...did some very bad things to Snape at that time. Ron, it's all true, if you don't believe me, you can ask Hermione!"

Ron looked at Hermione suspiciously.

Hermione nodded and said:

"So you're trying to make amends to Snape? That's stupid, Harry, and I don't think you or your parents owe Snape anything? It seems to me that Snape deserved it all! Not to mention you Your parents are your parents, you are you, Snape should not impose his hatred for your parents on you, and of course you don't have to compensate Snape for what your parents did!"

Harry didn't speak, just lowered his head silently.

It was obviously impossible to accept Hermione's suggestion.

"Harry!"

Hermione raised her voice angrily, and called Harry's name again.

However, Harry waved his hand and said:

"Uh... I think it's time for us to go to class. If we don't go, we may be late."

After saying that, Harry ran out of the auditorium in a panic. Hermione and Ron looked at each other anxiously, but in the end they could only chase after him.

Ron originally thought of catching Harry and continuing to persuade him.

But when he reached the door of the classroom, he suddenly realized that what they were going to attend seemed to be Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class!

Looking at Snape's pale, rigid face on the podium, Ron chose to shut up very conscientiously.

Hermione was still a little unconvinced, and looked at Harry and Snape with a sneer on her face.

She had every confidence that she could persuade Harry to let go of his apology for Snape.

It's easy.

Because from Hermione's experience, Snape really hated Harry.

In this class, Snape's habitual targeting was bound to happen.

And by then, Hermione would have had every reason to convince Harry.

After all, Harry is obviously not the kind of person who likes to have a hot face and a cold ass.

However, the accident did happen.

Throughout the next class, although Snape still didn't like Harry very much, he didn't target Harry in any way.

Even when Harry raised his hand, for the first time, he agreed with Harry to stand up and answer the question, and added 1 point to him afterwards.

To be honest, there is no difference between whether there is such a bonus or not.

But the students present were all stunned.

This was the first time they had seen Snape give points to a Gryffindor, especially since the Gryffindor's name was Harry Potter.

It's outrageous!

"If you ask me, Professor Snape is pretty good. I greeted him in the auditorium just now, and he has now drawn me to answer the question and added points to me. Use "Link Foley Quotations" In Li's words, this is probably reciprocity, right?"

Harry, who was added points, happily said to Ron and Hermione.

Seeing his happy appearance, Ron couldn't help but said:

"What are you proud of? He just added 1 point to you. If you want me to say, he just has no choice but to..."

Ron's voice stopped abruptly.

He only felt a gust of wind blowing, followed by a burning pain in his head.

"Five points will be deducted for disturbing the class order. Besides, Ron Weasley, if you think my class is too boring, you can go out!"

As Snape spoke, he magically retrieved the textbook he had just thrown.

During this period, his eyes still paused on Harry, but it was not the same as usual, and he even gave Harry a sneer.

This discovery made Harry even happier. Although he had tried hard to suppress it, the joy was still palpable.

As for Ron, he was trembling with anger, but he couldn't say anything.

I can only hold my head and feel depressed alone.

This state lasted until Snape announced his dismissal, and Ron finally showed a slight smile.

But his smile soon froze again.

Because Snape had just packed up his things and was about to leave, Harry jumped out suddenly, blocking Snape at the door, chattering in chirping.

This scene instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the classroom.

What was even more paradoxical was that although the conversation between the two of them was short, it was generally quite harmonious. In the end, Snape actually nodded at Harry, as if he had promised Harry something.

This made many people look like they had seen a ghost.

On the other hand, Harry still seemed to be okay, holding his schoolbag cheerfully, and left the classroom after Snape.

Ron and Hermione looked at me and I looked at you, both very surprised.

In the end, Ron gritted his teeth and chased after him.

"Harry! What did you just say to Snape?"

After finally catching up with Harry, Ron asked impatiently.

"It's nothing, I just asked him if he would go to the Slug Club party at Christmas. Professor Slughorn is said to be cooking for us." Harry still had a smile on his face, "I thought, this is It would be a pity if he missed this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"So...you just invited Snape to dinner?"

Hermione also chased after her, speaking out of breath.

Gu Yu\u003c/span\u003e "Um...Actually, it doesn't count, does it?"

"I think we have to have a good talk."

"Yes, Harry, you have more problems than we thought."

Hermione and Ron sang together, and then directly lifted Harry up and walked towards the Gryffindor Tower.

In fact, with Harry's current physical fitness, it would be a breeze to break free from the two's arms.

But Harry still let Hermione and Ron do what they wanted with a helpless expression.

Because he also felt that it was time to have a good talk with Hermione and Ron.

The misunderstanding here has to be resolved, otherwise their relationship may cause problems in the future.

But when they returned to the Gryffindor common room again, they found that things had changed again.

I saw the whole lounge filled with cheers and noise.

Everyone, including the seventh graders who were preparing for the NEWT graduation exam recently, were also dancing and dancing.

The three of Harry even found lots of Butterbeer on the tea table in the common room.

This is something that will be celebrated when encountering the great event of winning the Academy Cup!

"Hey! Neville, what's going on here?"

Ron stopped Neville, who was hugging and dancing with a girl, and asked, but Neville excitedly gave Ron a hug, and stuffed a copy of the "Daily Prophet" that still had a strong smell of ink. into Harry's arms and said:

"Don't you know yet? Link and Dumbledore have won! The Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts have also won!"

Neville couldn't explain the matter clearly, and the three of them could only turn their puzzled eyes to the newspaper in Harry's hand.

I saw a magical photo of Link shaking hands with the French Minister of Magic clearly printed on it.

Below this photo is the title of this urgent report - "Another great victory after more than 400 years! The French Ministry of Magic admitted that it was involved in the previous terrorist attack, and is willing to pay corresponding compensation for it! ".

Just after reading the title, Ron couldn't help but want to cheer.

And then the "Daily Prophet" reported the incident in detail, which made Ron tremble with excitement.

From the very beginning, he firmly believed that Link and Dumbledore would not fail, and they would definitely be able to 'beat' the French magic tribe at the conference table.

But like most people, he did not expect that Link and Dumbledore would win so simply and beautifully!

The mediation meeting held by the International Federation of Wizards has only been held for less than four days, and the French Ministry of Magic has completely declared a failure. Not only did it publicly apologize in the newspaper, but it also compensated a large sum of Galleons and resources!

Such a record is simply a miracle in the history of diplomacy!

If there is any regret, it is that Norton of Beauxbatons, who was the chief culprit of the last attack, committed suicide.

But this can't blame Link and Dumbledore.

In Norton's position, most people would choose death.

After all, if it really fell into the hands of the Ministry of Magic of the Nation, he was afraid that his life would be worse than death.

And it's enough to do that.

At least in the next two hundred years, the wizards of the country will no longer be short of milk magic materials.

"Aw!"

Ron finally couldn't help but roared out.

He tore off his robe with a tear, and while holding it in his hand and waving it like a banner, he shouted:

"We're victorious! Neville, come with me to the dormitory! I still have a case of Fire Whiskey that George and Fred left me in stock! We won't go home until we're drunk tonight!"

As soon as Ron finished speaking, the excitement in the entire lounge increased by more than one notch.

But Hermione raised her eyebrows subconsciously when she heard this.

It was a harbinger of her imminent wrath.

Usually when Ron sees this scene, he should be ready to run away, or face a violent beating.

But this time, watching Ron walk towards the dormitory under the cheers of a large group of Gryffindors, in the end Hermione just shouted to the crowd:

"We still have class in the afternoon, don't get drunk!"

Responding to Hermione was Ron's middle finger raised high from the crowd.

This obviously inflated action made Hermione's eyebrows that had just dropped raised again.

On the other side, Harry was still carefully reading the Daily Prophet.

Perhaps in order to highlight the greatness of this victory and the high quality of this committee-based Ministry of Magic, the "Daily Prophet" paid special attention to the urgent report in this issue.

There are not only the content about Link and Dumbledore's participation in the negotiation meeting, but also detailed reports of the previous large-scale riots in the French Ministry of Magic.

It's a pity that what most people want to pay attention to is only the news of Link and Dumbledore's victory.

In contrast, the tragic situation in the French magic world is more like a seasoning that people will enjoy in the middle of this big meal called 'Victory'.

But Harry was clearly not among the majority.

His attention has been on reports about the French magic world from beginning to end.

Because, the "Daily Prophet" matched it with many bloody and tragic photos of the scene!

Looking at the words and photos on the newspaper in front of him, Harry felt a wave of energy slowly spreading from the top of his head to his whole body.

Harry was no stranger to this, and in the past half month, he would have a similar feeling every time he studied.

That kind of energy seems to be the source of his spiritual power, allowing him to complete all learning tasks with an unimaginable efficiency.

It's not that Harry didn't wonder if this energy had some side effects.

Or, simply, something had invaded his brain.

But this energy brought him all the glory recently, and the feeling was so soft and warm, as if he was in that dream.

Later, Harry even wondered if this thing was the ancient blood magic that his mother released on him.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why I am so blessed.

And now, Harry felt that he might be wrong.

Because of the energy that hit this time, although it is still warm.

But unlike the feeling of being soaked in warm water at the beginning, the warmth this time is like being in a tropical rainforest in the rainy season.

The hot and humid feeling grabbed Harry's neck tightly, making him feel a painful tightness in his chest.

Then, the familiar voice that had appeared in Harry's dreams every day for more than half a month also appeared again.

This time, what carried the voice was no longer warm "I love you", but painful and sharp wails and screams.

Amidst the screams, Harry felt that his soul was volatilizing and his consciousness was losing consciousness.

Vaguely, he seems to be in the world in the newspaper photos.

He could see that Norton, who was wearing a black robe, resolutely committed suicide.

He could see the dozen or so uniformed French Ministry of Magic staff dying generously with smiles on their faces.

He could see the red eyes of countless French wizards after witnessing Norton's last words.

Massacre and chaos are spreading throughout France!

Countless people flocked to Furstenberg Square. Among them were dissatisfied protesters, but more of them were spectators and thugs planning to take advantage of the fire.

The protesters held up a stand full of slogans and roared at the fountain in the center of Furstenberg Square, trying to open the closed entrance of the French Ministry of Magic below in this way.

The thugs are casting spells on everything around them, vehicles, tall buildings, old people, children...

Everything is their target of attack.

As for the crowd watching the fun.

At the beginning of the riot, they were still smiling and watching the excitement.

But as the chaos escalated, the schadenfreude finally faded from their faces as the mob pointed their sticks at them.

Instead, it was the same fear and pain as the group of Muggles.

As countless spells surged, blood and fire were fused together.

The thugs vented their inner rage without any scruples, and responded to the piercing wailing of the victims with crazy laughter.

"No--"

Harry couldn't help screaming.

The surrounding world, which was condensed with blood and fire, stagnated at this moment, breaking into pieces.

Harry, already drenched in cold sweat, returned to the familiar Gryffindor lounge.

The worried faces of Hermione, Ron and others appeared in his sight.

Harry could see their mouths shutting up and down, as if eager to say something.

But after the voice reached Harry's ears, it turned into a vague, unintelligible murmur.

The "Daily Prophet" in his hand had already been crumpled into a ball under his excitement. Harry panted heavily, wiped the sweat from his face, and gradually regained his senses.

"I saw... a terrible scene!"

Harry tremblingly opened the 'rotten paper ball' in his hand, and showed everyone around him the magical photo of Furstenberg Square on it, his voice was chaotic and hoarse, "A terrible accident happened there The massacre, and that massacre is still going on until now... Blood and fire are spreading, everyone's eyes are blood red..."

"What does this have to do with us? They are all French wizards. It would be better to say that the group of arrogant French pigs are all dead! After all, who told them to be against us? This is their retribution! "

It was Ron who spoke.

His voice reached Harry's ears clearly.

This is very strange.

Because Harry was sure that his hearing hadn't recovered.

Hermione has been tugging at his ears and talking constantly since just now.

But Harry didn't hear anything clearly.

What's even weirder is that, listening to Ron's words and seeing the mocking smile on Ron's face, a flame called anger surged out of Harry's heart for no reason.

Harry's eyes were also stained red.

Then he broke free from Hermione's support and punched Ron hard on the cheek!

"You bastard!"

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