Harry Potter Blood Hunter

Harry didn't think it was Voldemort he was afraid of.

Although Harry is now under the protection of Dumbledore, Harry has faced Voldemort directly several times.

Especially before the end of last semester...Browder was unable to come out quickly in the small space where the vampires lived. Voldemort wanted to eliminate Broud along with that small space. Lena was also confirmed to be Voldemort using the Imperius Curse Controlled, and when Professor Dumbledore didn't show up...

Harry at that time should be the most failed, when his whole world was in crisis.

However, Harry Potter did not become decadent due to fear. Instead, he always wanted to fight back... until the situation really turned around later, and Voldemort was wiped out by Principal Dumbledore and Browder together.

Therefore, Harry may be intimidated by Voldemort's powerful strength and be careful, but he is not afraid of him.

Harry's firm words made Professor Lupine 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, rather than simple recklessness, is true. has surpassed James, which made Lupine very impressed.

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

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

"Probably not!" Harry shook his head, "I also suspected it before, but when I faced a Boggart, I didn't see a dementor in my mind. Although when I met a dementor, A lot of old things will come to my mind that I don't want to think about, but it's the memories themselves that I dread, no, loathe, not the dementors."

"Let's talk!" Harry took out his wand, and as he said the spell, strands of silvery-white light flowed out, forming a large cocoon in mid-air, "Although I haven't formed a physical Patronus yet, recently I often Practice the Patronus Charm, and you should no longer be afraid of them."

"So Harry, do you want to use the power of the Boggart to know what you are afraid of?" Professor Lupine thought of a possibility.

Harry nodded.

Professor Lupine thought for a while, and was about to agree, but suddenly a person Harry didn't really want to see walked into the classroom.

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

Harry wasn't so afraid of Professor Snape now... because Browder had given him a sneak peek at the professor's past.

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

To make Snape have such an expression, it seems that they knew each other before.

After sighing that it would be nice if some sugar could be added, Lupine drank the potion that was still steaming.

After drinking, Professor Lupine was about to leave. Before he left, he said to Harry, let's talk about the Boggart in a while!

Harry was puzzled, but nodded anyway.

...

Oliver Wood is now in his seventh year, and this is his last year at Hogwarts.

In the cold dressing room on the edge of the darkening Quidditch pitch, he spoke to his six teammates with a quiet desperation in his voice.

"This is our last chance to win the Quidditch Cup—my last chance," Wood said, striding up and down in front of them, "I'm leaving school at the end of the year. I'll never play here again Gryffindor hasn't won for seven years now."

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

"We have three of the best Chasers." Wood pointed to Aaliyah Spinnett, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell.

"We've got two undefeated hitters."

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

"We also have a Seeker who always wins!" said Wood in a low voice, glaring at Harry with furious pride.

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

"We thought you were all right, Oliver," said George.

"Excellent goalie," Fred said, "just worse than Browder."

The three girls glared at Fred at the same time.

"The point is," said Wood, striding back and forth, ignoring Fred, "that the Quidditch Cup for the past two years should have had our team's name on it. Ever since Harry joined our team, I've thought the trophy was Something we got. But we didn't get the trophy, this year is our last chance to see our name on it..."

Wood was so depressed that even Fred and George could not help feeling sorry for him.

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

"We'll win, Oliver!" Angelina said.

"Sure," said Harry.

As a result, the team, which had been tricked again, started training with confidence, three times a week.

The weather was getting colder and wetter, and the nights were getting darker; but no amount of mud, wind or rain could shake Harry's rosy prediction that their team would finally win that giant Quidditch match. trophy.

Another night, Harry came back to the Gryffindor common room after training, feeling cold and stiff, but pleased with how practice had gone, when he found the common room buzzing about something, very excited. "What's going on?" he asked Ron and Hermione, who were sitting in the best two seats by the fireplace, comparing a few star charts from astronomy class.

"The first Hogsmeade weekend," said Ron, pointing to a notice on the old notice board, "end of October. Hallow's Eve."

"That's great," said Fred, who had followed Harry into the hole in the portrait. "I've got to go. My stink bomb is almost gone."

Harry plopped down on a chair next to Ron, his excitement slowly subsiding.

Hermione seemed to read his mind. "Harry, I bet you can go next time."

She said, "They're sure to get Blake soon, someone has already seen him somewhere."

The newspapers the other day reported that Sirius had been seen, so the rumor that he died during the escape was self-defeating.

"Black won't be so stupid that he won't think about doing something in Hogsmeade." Ron said, "Go and ask McGonagall if you can go this time, Harry, I don't know when the next time will be." .”

"Ron!" Hermione's eyes widened. "Harry should have stayed at school."

"He can't be the only third year staying," said Ron. "Go ask McGonagall, go, Harry."

"Yeah, I think I'll ask," Harry said with determination.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but then Crookshanks jumped briskly into her lap with a large dead spider in his mouth.

"Does it have to eat in front of us?" growled a trembling Ron.

Ron was afraid of even dead spiders.

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

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

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

Harry yawned.

He really wanted to go to sleep, but his horoscope was not finished yet.

"You can copy mine if you want," said Ron, marking the last star on his horoscope with a single stroke, and shoving the horoscope over to Harry.

Hermione didn't approve of such untechnical plagiarism, so she pouted.

But this time Hermione didn't say anything.

Still watching Ron without blinking, Crookshanks flicked the tip of his hairy tail.

Then, without a word, it came suddenly.

"Oh!" Ron roared, snatching his schoolbag. At this time, Crookshanks' four claws had firmly grasped the schoolbag and began to bite ferociously.

"Let go, you stupid bastard!"

Ron tried to wrest the bag back from under Crookshanks' claws, but it clung to him.

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

The whole living room is watching the excitement.

Ron took the schoolbag and spun it around quickly, Crookshanks still clung to it, and Scabbers jumped out from the top of the schoolbag.

"Get that cat!" Ron yelled.

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

George rushed to catch Crookshanks, but missed; Scabbers darted between twenty pairs of legs, and in a flash was under a bookcase.

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

Ron and Hermione ran over quickly; Hermione grabbed Crookshanks by the waist, and then lifted it with great effort and put it somewhere else; Pull it out.

"Look!" said Ron angrily to Hermione, shaking Scabbers in front of her face. "He's skinny! You don't let that cat near him!"

"Crookshanks didn't know he was doing something wrong!" Hermione's voice was shaking. "All cats catch mice, Ron!"

"But what a weird cat!" said Ron, trying to convince Scabbers, who was struggling frantically, to go back into his bag. "He heard me say Scabbers was in my bag!"

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

"That cat just keeps looking at Scabbers!" Ron retorted loudly.

People around who witnessed everything, they all started laughing.

"Scabbers was here first, and he's sick!" Ron strode across the common room and up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.

Ron was still mad at Hermione the next day. He barely spoke to Hermione throughout Herbology class, even though he, Harry, and Hermione did the experiments in groups of three.

"How's Scabbers?" asked Hermione timidly, as they peeled the pods and put the shiny beans into a wooden barrel.

"It's hiding under my bed, shaking all the time," said Ron angrily, and with a shake of his hand he missed and dropped the beans on the conservatory floor. "Beware, Weasley, beware!" cried Professor Sprout, as the beans blossomed before their eyes.

Throughout the day, Harry was helping to smooth things over between Ron and Hermione.

Harry found that just by not talking about Crookshanks and Scabbers, they calmed down, so Harry really found a lot of topics to interrupt.

At night, the atmosphere was finally fully restored.

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

But when they came to the portrait of the Fat Lady, they found that there were many people crowded in the corridor.

"Why doesn't everyone go in?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry looked over the heads. The portrait seems to be closed.

"Please let me pass," said Percy, who came out of the crowd with a haughty look. "Why are you stuck here? You all must have forgotten your password! Sorry, I'm the president of the Boys' Union."

The crowd fell silent, from the front, so it was like a cold snap spreading down the corridor.

They heard Percy speak, and their voices suddenly shrilled: "Someone ask Professor Dumbledore. Quick!"

Everyone turned their heads, and the last person stood on tiptoe.

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

But of course Harry didn't know either.

A moment later, Professor Dumbledore arrived, and he hurried towards the portrait; the Gryffindor House students crowded together to let him pass, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione moved closer to get a better look Where is the trouble.

"Oh my God—" Hermione exclaimed, gripping Harry's arm tightly. The fat lady had disappeared from the portrait, the portrait had been vandalized, pieces of canvas were strewn all over the floor, and large pieces of canvas had been completely ripped from the frame.

Dumbledore took a quick look at the damaged painting. "Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch immediately 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 Peeves the Trickster, jumping over the heads of the crowd, looking happy to see the devastation and sorrow, as he always did.

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

Peeves' smile faded a little. He dared not laugh at Dumbledore. He adopted an oily tone instead, which sounded better than the hoarse voice.

"Excuse me, Mr. Headmaster. She doesn't want to be seen. She's made a mess. Saw her running past that picture on the fifth floor, sir, hiding among the trees, crying and saying horrible things," he said cheerfully. .

"Poor thing," Peeves added, without any pity for anyone else.

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

"Oh, yes, Headmaster," said Peeves, looking as if he was holding a big bomb in his arms. "She won't let him in, and he's very annoyed, you know."

Peeves somersaulted through the air, grinning at Dumbledore from between his own legs, "He's got a bad temper, this Sirius Black."