Harry Potter Blood Hunter

Harry didn't think he was afraid of Voldemort.

Although Harry is now under Dumbledore's protection, Harry has faced Voldemort several times.

Especially before the end of last semester... it was that Browder could not get out quickly in the small space where vampires lived. Voldemort wanted to destroy Browder along with that small space. Lena was also confirmed to be Voldemort using Imperius. Controlled, and when the principal Dumbledore did not show up...

At that time, Harry should have failed the most, when his entire world was in crisis.

However, Harry Potter did not become frightened and decadent because of this. Instead, he always wanted to fight back...until the situation really changed and Voldemort was eliminated by Principal Dumbledore and Browder.

So, Harry might be frightened by Voldemort's mighty power and be careful, but he wouldn't be afraid of him.

Harry's firm words made Professor Lupin seem to see the shadow of Harry's father James in him... No, it's not just a shadow. The firmness shown by Harry's current age, not simply recklessness, is true. Lupin has surpassed James, which made Lupin very impressive.

"Then Harry, what are you afraid of?" Lupin looked at Harry. "It's not Voldemort, could it be a dementor?"

Dementors don’t know how many levels lower than Voldemort!

"It shouldn't be!" Harry shook his head. "I doubted it before, but when facing Bogut, my mind didn't show the dementors. Although when I met the dementors, There will be a lot of old things in my mind that I don’t want to think of, but what I fear, no, disgust should be the memories themselves, not the dementors."

"Say it!" Harry took out his wand, and as he chanted the spell, wisps of silvery white light flowed out, forming a large cocoon in mid-air. "Although the patron saint of flesh has not yet formed, I have been in Practicing the Patronus Mantra, you should no longer be afraid of them.

"So Harry, do you want to use Bogut's power to know what you fear?" Professor Lupin thought of a possibility.

Harry nodded.

Professor Lupin thought for a while, and just wanted to agree, but suddenly a person Harry didn't want to see walked into the classroom.

It was Professor Snape, who came in with a glass of potion and told Lupin to drink it quickly.

Harry is not so afraid of Professor Snape now...because Browder used to show him through the past of the professor.

Harry was just wondering why Professor Snape would make a potion for Professor Lupin. And Professor Snape still looked impatient.

For Snape to have such an expression, it seemed that they had known each other before.

Lu Ping sighed that it would be nice if he could add some sugar, and drank the steaming potion straight away.

After drinking, Professor Lu Ping will leave. He told Harry before he left, let's talk about Bogut after a while!

Harry was puzzled, but still nodded.

...

Oliver Wood is now in seventh grade, which is also his last year at Hogwarts.

In the cold locker room on the edge of the increasingly dark Quidditch court, he was talking to six of his teammates, with a quiet despair in his voice.

"This is our last chance to win the Quidditch Cup-my last chance," Wood strode back and forth in front of them. "I'm leaving school at the end of this year. I can't play here again. Now, Gryffindor hasn't won for seven years."

"Perhaps, we had bad luck in the past." Wood swallowed, as if this memory could still bring a lump to his throat. "But we also know that our team is the best." Wood said. He said, making a fist with one hand, knocking on the other, and the manic light flashed in his eyes again.

"We have three best chasers." Wood pointed to Alia Spinnett, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell.

"We have two invincible hitters."

"Stop talking about Oliver, you made us embarrassed." Fred and George, the two Weasley brothers, said together, pretending to blush.

"We also have a seeker who always wins the game!" Wood said lowly, staring at Harry with a furious and proud look.

"And me." He added, as an afterthought.

"We think you are good too, Oliver." George said.

"Excellent goalkeeper," Fred said, "just a bit closer to Browder."

The three girls glared at Fred at the same time.

"The point is," Wood walked up and down again, ignoring Fred. "The Quidditch Cup for the past two years should have our team's name. Since Harry joined our team, I have always thought that the trophy is We got what we got. But we didn't get the trophy. This year is our last chance to see our name on the trophy..."

Wood was so depressed that even Fred and George couldn't help but sympathize with him.

"Oliver, this is our year." Fred said.

"We will win, Oliver!" Angelina said.

"Sure." Harry said.

As a result, this routine team started training with confidence, three times a week.

The weather is getting colder and wetter, and the night is getting darker; but no matter how much mud, wind or rain, Harry’s good foresight cannot be shaken: their team will eventually win that huge Quidditch Trophy.

Another night, Harry returned to the Gryffindor House lounge after training. He felt cold and stiff, but was still satisfied with the practice. He found that people in the lounge were buzzing about something. Very excited. "What happened?" He asked Ron and Hermione, who were sitting in the best two seats by the fireplace, comparing several astrological charts from the astronomy class.

"The first Hogsmeade weekend," Ron said, pointing to a notice on the old bulletin board, "end of October. Halloween."

"It's great," said Fred, who followed Harry to the hole in the portrait. "I have to go there, my stink bomb is almost gone."

Harry sat down on a chair next to Ron, his excitement gradually sinking.

Hermione seemed to see through his mind. "Harry, I dare say you can go next time."

She said, "They will definitely catch Black soon. Someone has already seen where he is once."

The newspaper reported a few days ago that someone saw Sirius, so the rumors that he died while escaping from prison are self-defeating.

"Blake won't be so dumb, he won't be delusional about what to do in Hogsmeade." Ron said, "Go and ask McGonagall if you can go this time, Harry, I don't know when to wait next ."

"Ron!" Hermione stared. "Harry should stay in school."

"He can't be the only third-year student in school," Ron said. "Go ask McGonagall, go, Harry."

"Yes, I think I will ask." Harry said determinedly.

Hermione wanted to say something, but then Crookshanks briskly jumped onto her lap, with a big dead spider in her mouth.

"Does it have to eat in front of us?" Ron roared, shaking all over.

Even if it was a dead spider, Ron was afraid.

But He Minmin ignored Ron, "Smart Crookshanks, did you catch it yourself?"

Crookshanks slowly chewed on the spider, its yellow eyes fixed on Ron.

"Just let it stay there, please," Ron said angrily, and went to get the astrological chart again. "Scaly is sleeping in my schoolbag."

Harry yawned.

He really wants to go to sleep, but his astrological chart has not yet been completed.

"You can copy me if you want," Ron said, marking the last star on his astrological chart with a swipe, and then pushing the astrological chart to Harry.

Hermione did not approve of such untechnical plagiarism, so she pouted.

But this time Hermione said nothing.

Crookshanks still looked at Ron unblinkingly, while gently shaking the tip of his hairy tail.

Then, it made a surprise attack without a word.

"Oh!" Ron roared and snatched his schoolbag. At this time, Crookshanks' four paws had firmly grasped the schoolbag and began to bite fiercely.

"Let go, you stupid beast!"

Ron tried to **** the schoolbag from under Crookshanks' paws, but it held on tightly.

"Ron, don't hurt it!" Hermione screamed.

The whole lounge is watching the excitement.

Ron took the schoolbag and turned around quickly, Crookshanks still held onto it, and Scaly jumped out of the top of the schoolbag.

"Grab that cat!" Ron shouted.

At this moment, Crookshanks let go of his schoolbag and jumped onto the table, chasing after the terrified Scab.

George rushed over to catch Crookshanks, but he didn't hold it; Shaban flew between his twenty pairs of legs and rushed under a bookcase.

Crookshanks stopped abruptly, squatted low, and began to furiously reach under the bookcase with his front paws.

Ron and Hermione ran over quickly; Hermione grabbed Crookshank by the waist, then lifted it up and put it somewhere else; Ron lay on the ground, and it took a lot of effort to grab the scruffy tail. Take it out.

"Look!" Ron said to Hermione very angrily, swaying in front of her with Dalma, "It's already skin and bones! Don't let that cat approach it!"

"Crookshanks didn't know it was done wrong!" Hermione's voice was trembling. "All cats catch mice, Ron!"

"But this cat is a little weird!" Ron said, trying to persuade the frantically struggling Zebra to return to his schoolbag. "It heard me say that Zebra is in my schoolbag!"

"Oh, that's nonsense," Hermione said, shaking her head. "That's because Crookshanks can smell it."

"That cat just stared at Scabbers!" Ron retorted loudly.

The people around who had witnessed everything started to laugh.

"Scaly was here first, and he is sick!" Ron strode across the common room and went upstairs to the boys' dormitory.

Ron was still angry with Hermione the next day. He barely spoke to Hermione throughout the herbal medicine class, even though he, Harry and Hermione were still experimenting in groups of three.

"How's Scabbard?" Hermione asked timidly as they were peeling the pods and putting the shiny beans in a wooden bucket.

"It's hiding under my bed. It's always shaking." Ron said angrily, shaking his hand, not hitting it, and withdrew the beans on the greenhouse floor. "Watch out, Weasley, watch out!" Professor Sprout shouted, as the beans bloomed before their eyes.

All day long, Harry was helping to ease the relationship between Ron and Hermione.

Harry found that as long as they didn't talk about Crookshanks and Scabbers, they could ease down, so Harry really found countless topics to interrupt.

At night, the atmosphere finally recovered completely.

After dinner, Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed the rest of Gryffindor along the usual route to the Gryffindor Tower.

But when they walked to the portrait of the fat lady, they found a lot of people in the corridor.

"Why didn't everyone go in?" Ron said curiously.

Harry looked forward over the head. The portrait seems to be closed.

"Please let me pass." Percy's voice, he walked out from the crowd proudly, "Why are you stuck here? You don't always forget the password! Sorry, I'm the chairman of the Boys Student Union."

The crowd became quiet, starting from the front, so it was like a cold current spreading in the corridor.

When they heard Percy talking, their voices suddenly sharpened: "Who is going to invite Professor Dumbledore. Hurry!"

People turned their heads, and the one standing last stood on tiptoe.

"What's the matter?" Ginny, who had just arrived, asked Harry.

But Harry certainly didn't know.

After a while ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Professor Dumbledore arrived, and he hurried towards the portrait; the students of Gryffindor House huddled together to let him pass, Harry, Ron and Hermione leaned closer I tried to see where the trouble is.

"Oh, my God—" Hermione exclaimed, clutching Harry's arm tightly. The fat lady has disappeared from the portrait. The portrait has been maliciously damaged. Small pieces of canvas are everywhere on the ground, and large pieces of canvas are completely torn away from the frame.

Dumbledore glanced quickly at the damaged painting. "Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch at once and tell him to look for the fat lady on every painting in the castle."

"You'll be lucky!" said a hoarse voice. It was the Peppy ghost who made fun of people. He was jumping on top of the crowd, very happy, seeing the destruction and sadness, which he has always been like.

"What do you mean, Peppy?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

Pippi's smile faded a little. He dared not laugh at Dumbledore. Instead, he adopted a slick tone, which sounded better than the hoarse voice.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Headmaster. She doesn't want to be seen. She is in a mess. Seeing her running past the landscape painting on the fifth floor, sir, hiding among the trees, crying and saying something terrible." He said happily. .

"Poor thing." Pippi added, but he didn't mean to pity others.

"Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"Oh, that's it, headmaster." Pepigui said, as if holding a big bomb in his arms, "she didn't let him in, he was very annoyed, you understand."

Pepy Ghost was tossing in the air, grinning at Dumbledore from the middle of his own legs, "He has a bad temper, Sirius Black."