Chapter 210 Come in quickly, I can’t wait~

Hagrid ushered in the most painful period of his life.

Hermione and Harry took time out of their busy schedules to teach him how to read and write, starting with the most basic phonetic symbols - Ron originally planned to just eat and die, but came over to play with Yaya, and was forced to sit down and study together.

There is no "Language" subject at Hogwarts, and little wizards basically rely entirely on family education for language learning.

but.

Except for some ordinary young wizards from middle-class and above families who will notice this problem, other young wizards are quite casual and lucky, like Ron, who meets good friends and can guide him to study.

Those who are unlucky, Hagrid is an example.

Learning is painful, and boring language learning is even more painful.

Hagrid's brain, which had been dusty for many years, was "crunching" and his language library was disrupted, making it extremely difficult to learn.

For people who are not good at using their brains, once they use their brains, it will be a terrible thing.

Ron wished he could cast the Forgetting Curse and turn Hagrid into an idiot - at least he could learn faster by not using his brain.

Learning was difficult.

But it worked quickly. A month later, the little wizards were surprised to find that Hagrid's speech became more organized.

At least they were starting to understand what Hagrid was saying.

The habits, attack methods, and dangers of the Blast-Ended Skrewt - this caused quite a stir. After Hagrid's detailed introduction, the young wizards finally understood what a dangerous creature this was.

This makes their faces turn green.

For more than half a year, they took almost no precautions and took close care of this dangerous creature that was no less dangerous than a giant monster, a mermaid, a bird, or a snake.

Fortunately, Hagrid had figured out how to deal with the Blast-Ended Skrewts during this time and taught them to the young wizards, so they barely escaped the bombing of the "Howling Letter".

February and March passed.

After the beginning of spring, the ice and snow melt, and there is a slight warm current in the cold air.

The little wizards began to leave the castle frequently to enjoy the spring.

Harry's mood became a little worse.

Rita Skeeter seemed to have disappeared from the world. He asked Dumbledore to ask the Daily Prophet where this woman had gone. The answer he received was that they had not contacted her for several months.

But this is normal.

Wizards all have some weird habits, and it is normal for them to disappear suddenly for a period of time, although this time it took a little longer.

But he asked her to find information about Barty Crouch Jr. Even if she found nothing, she should contact him.

Maybe, she escaped.

Like Ludo Bagman, he bought a ticket to an unknown corner of the world and never met again in life or death.

But Sirius has not sent himself a letter for five days.

This is very abnormal.

Except for special circumstances - such as the period when Sirius was crossing the Pacific, he would also explain the situation in advance and would not disappear silently like Rita like now.

Harry let Hedwig fly and asked her to deliver a message to Sirius.

He also borrowed Ron's Bows and asked him to deliver a message to Lupin.

Send off in the morning.

When I came back at noon, both owls came back with a letter on their bodies.

Hedwig landed on the dining table and gently put down the letter in her paws, obediently and timidly.

Bos cooed excitedly and threw a letter in front of Harry.

Harry frowned.

He didn't need to read the specific content of the letter, he just felt the aura on it and knew the result - the letter sent to Sirius was not even sent.

The envelope was still the same one she used. Even though it had been blown by the wind all day, some of her own breath still remained on it. Oh, Hedwig even took the time to catch a mouse.

Fortunately, Lu Ping wrote back.

Harry opened the letter that Bowes had brought.

Lu Ping's reply was a bit sloppy, just a few lines to make things clear.

Three days ago, Sirius discovered Rita's traces. The woman seemed to have been captured, but at that time the Weasley Joke Workshop had a batch of orders from the Ministry of Magic to process.

Lupine planned to let Sirius wait until he had dealt with these things before setting off together. Sirius promised well, left a letter for Lupine on the other side, and followed it alone.

He ignored everyone's advice to him.

From the day before yesterday to today, not to mention Harry, even Lupine couldn't be contacted.

After reading just a few lines of words, Harry couldn't help but frown tightly at the end.

"Can't contact Sirius?" Hermione picked up the other letter, looked at the envelope and saw that it was still Harry's question, her heart skipped a beat, and she put her head over it.

Harry nodded and handed Lupin's letter to him: "Well, help me and Professor McGonagall take a leave."

"Are you going to find him?" Hermione grabbed his hand.

Harry said firmly: "Of course, he is my godfather."

"He's in danger now."

The letter stated that Rita disappeared after entering Crouch's house. The woman was very cautious and left a message where she was - but Sirius never found it, and it was only after Lupine went there in person that he found it.

that message.

She went in and she didn't come out again.

"Go to Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione didn't let go.

"He's not a nanny." Harry replied succinctly, "and Sirius is my godfather, not his."

Hermione still didn't let go.

Harry held her hand and said, "If I'm not back in three days, I'll go find Professor Dumbledore."

"Two days." Hermione bargained.

Harry smiled and agreed: "Okay, two days then. If I don't come back after two days, you can go find Professor Dumbledore."

Hermione finally let go of her hand.

She looked at Harry's retreating back, feeling a little melancholy.

She wished she could stand up at this time and say the words "I'll go with you" easily and comfortably, but she couldn't.

He knew very well how capable he was. He was considered outstanding among the young wizards, but he was still far from being able to fight alongside Harry.

At least

Better than that damn woman Furong.

Hermione put down her knife and fork and stood up.

"Hermione, you haven't finished eating yet." Ron tried to call her.

Hermione shook her head and ignored him. She walked to an abandoned classroom, took a deep breath, hid in the cabinet, took out the time turner, and turned it.

Since you can't catch up with Harry no matter how hard you try twenty-four hours a day, then use twenty-five, twenty-six, or even more hours.

In the auditorium.

Ron stared blankly at the lamb chop in his hand, sighed, put it down, and stood up. As soon as he took a step out, he reluctantly turned back, picked up the lamb chop, and walked to the classroom for the next class.

You have to work harder yourself.

It wasn't the weekend yet, so the iron door to Hogsmeade was not opened. Only a few Sniffs struggled to claw at the iron bars, trying to escape.

If you can't steal the treasures from Hogwarts, then steal them from Hogsmeade.

Harry walked along the Whomping Willow to Hogsmeade, borrowed the fireplace of the Three Broomsticks, and returned to the Potter's old house. Crouch's home was also in Godric's Hollow, which was the shortest route.

"Harry?" Frémont's surprised voice sounded.

Harry waved his wand and removed the dust.

"I remember it's not a holiday now." Frémont asked, "What happened?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, "Where's Uncle Remus?"

"He received an owl in the morning and went out in a hurry, and he hasn't come back yet." Frémont sighed, "I don't know what he did."

Didn't come back for a long time.

Harry frowned, waved his wand, turned his robe into a loose trench coat, opened the door and walked out.

Frémont sighed, muttered, and muttered something like, "People are getting old, and young people cannot be kept.", "The house has become deserted again," and the like.

Godric's Hollow is a gathering place for half-wizards. There are many wizards here and there are also many ordinary people.

Barty Crouch's home, like most wizards' homes, is far away from ordinary people's homes, and all have expulsion spells cast on them. Even if it has not been maintained for more than half a year, the effectiveness of the magic has not dissipated.
To be continued...