Hagrid entered 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, who had originally planned to just eat and wait for death, came over to play with Yaya, but was also forced to sit down and study together.

There is no "language" subject in Hogwarts, and the young wizards' language learning depends almost entirely on family education.

but……

Except for some young wizards from ordinary middle-class or higher families who will notice this problem, other young wizards are quite casual about it. The lucky ones, like Ron, have good friends who can guide them in their studies.

Hagrid is an example of someone who is unlucky.

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

Hagrid's brain, which had been sealed for many years, was creaking. His language library was disrupted, making it extremely difficult for him to learn.

For people who are not good at using their brains, once they start to use their brains, it is a terrible thing.

Ron wished he could cast a forgetfulness spell on Hagrid and turn him into an idiot - at least without using his brain, he could learn faster.

Learning is stumbling.

But it soon worked, and after a month, the little wizards were surprised to find that Hagrid's speech had become more coherent.

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

The habits, attack methods, and danger of the blasting-tailed skrewt caused quite a stir. After Hagrid's detailed introduction, the young wizards finally realized how dangerous this creature was.

This made their faces turn green.

During the past six months, they took almost no precautions and took close care of this dangerous creature that was no less dangerous than giant monsters, mermaids, birds and snakes.

Fortunately, Hagrid had summed up the method of dealing with the blasting-tailed skrewts during this period of time and taught it to the young wizards, so they barely escaped the bombardment of the "Howling Letter".

February and March passed.

After the spring begins, the ice and snow melt, and a slightly warm current is mixed with the cold air.

The little wizards began to go out of the castle more frequently to enjoy the spring.

Harry's mood became a little worse.

Rita Skeeter seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. He asked Dumbledore to consult the Daily Prophet, where was this woman? The answer he got was that they had not contacted her for several months.

But this is normal.

Wizards all have some weird habits, so it's normal for them to suddenly disappear for a while, although this time it took a little longer.

But I asked her to find information about Barty Crouch Jr., and she should contact me even if she found nothing.

Maybe she escaped.

Like Ludo Bagman, he bought a ticket to some unknown corner of this world, and never saw each other again in life or death.

But Sirius hasn't sent me a letter for five days.

This is very abnormal.

Except for special circumstances - such as the period when Sirius crossed the Pacific, but he would also explain the situation in advance and would not disappear without a word like he did now, like Rita did.

Harry released Hedwig and asked her to deliver a letter to Sirius.

He also borrowed Ron's Bowser to deliver a letter to Lupin.

Send away in the morning.

When they came back at noon, both owls were holding a letter.

Hedwig landed on the dining table and gently put down the letter in her paw, looking obedient and timid.

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

Harry frowned.

He didn't need to read the specific contents of the letter, just by feeling the aura on it, he knew the result - the letter to Sirius couldn't even be sent.

The envelope was still the same one she used. Although it had been blown by the wind for a whole day, there was still some of her scent left on it. Oh... Hedwig also found time to catch a mouse.

Fortunately, Lupin replied.

Harry opened the letter that Bors had brought.

Lupin's reply was a little sloppy, just a few lines to make the point clear.

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

Lupin planned to let Sirius wait until he had dealt with these things before setting off together. Sirius agreed to it, but then he left a letter for Lupin and went to track him alone.

He forgot all the advice given to him by everyone.

From the day before yesterday until today, not only Harry, but even Lupin could not be contacted.

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

"Can't contact Sirius?" Hermione picked up another letter, glanced at the envelope and saw that it was still Harry's question. Her heart skipped a beat and she leaned her head closer.

Harry nodded and handed him Lupin's letter, "Well, ask for leave for me and Professor McGonagall."

"You want to go find him?" Hermione grabbed his hand.

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

"He's in danger now."

The letter said that Rita disappeared after entering the Crouch family's house. The woman was very cautious and left a message at the place where she lived - but Sirius never found it, and it was only after Lupin went there in person that he found the message.

She went in and she never came out.

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

"He's not a babysitter," Harry answered simply, "and Sirius is my godfather, not his."

Hermione still held on.

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

"Two days," Hermione bargained.

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

Hermione finally let go.

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

How she wished she could stand up at this moment and say easily, "I'll go with you," but she couldn't say it.

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

At least……

To be better than that damn woman Furong.

Hermione put down her knife and fork and stood up.

"Hermione, you haven't finished your meal yet." Ron tried to stop her.

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

Since I couldn't catch up with Harry no matter how hard I tried in 24 hours, I would use 25, 26, or even more hours.

In the auditorium.

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

I have to work harder too.

Before the weekend, the iron gate to Hogsmeade was not opened, and only a few Nifflers were clinging to the iron bars with difficulty, trying to escape.

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

Harry followed the Whomping Willow to Hogsmeade, borrowed the fireplace of the Three Broomsticks, and returned to the Potter mansion. Crouch's home was also in Godric's Hollow, and this was the shortest route.

"Harry?" Fletmont's surprised voice sounded.

Harry waved his wand and cleared away the dust.

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

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

"He received an owl this morning and rushed out. He hasn't come back yet." Fremont sighed, "I don't know where he went."

Hasn't come back for a long time.

Harry frowned, waved his wand, turned his robe into a loose windbreaker, pushed the door open and walked out.

Frémont sighed and muttered something like "I am old and can't keep young people." and "The house has become deserted again."

Godric's Hollow is a semi-wizard gathering place, with many wizards and ordinary people.

Barty Crouch's home, like most wizards' homes, is far away from ordinary people's residences and is cast with an exorcism spell. Even though it has not been maintained for more than half a year, the magic has not yet dissipated.

The room looked like it was covered with a filter of old film.

The weeds in the yard grew very fast and were almost knee-high.

A path leading to the door was encroached by weeds, but they were not very tall and were crooked, showing obvious signs of being trampled by more than one person.

Lupin's scent was still fresh.

There was still some of Sirius' scent, but it was faint and almost completely gone.

He didn't smell Rita's scent at all.

It has been too long and has been dispersed long ago.

In addition to the two familiar smells, there were many other miscellaneous smells outside the room, some of which he had smelled before, those of the Death Eaters who had appeared on the night of the Quidditch World Cup.

Some of the auras were ones he had never encountered before, they were new Death Eaters.

He tiptoed to the door. The room was extremely quiet and he could not hear any movement.

This is very wrong.

Even if there was no fight, there should at least be sounds of confrontation and conversation, so quiet that it seemed as if no one was in the room.

Harry waved his wand.

With a creaky sound, the door opened and the room was pitch dark. A spell was protecting the inside. Any light that fell into the crack of the door was immediately swallowed up and no light could be seen.

Even with the vision of a demon hunter, he couldn't see through the darkness without any light source.

He waved his wand again.

A dead tree flew over from the yard and turned into a rabbit, hopping in. But after only two or three seconds, the magical connection was cut off and Harry could no longer feel his transformed creation.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

His magic power now is not weak, it can even be called powerful.

But this magic, which I have never seen before, can interrupt my own spell...

He thought for a moment, waved his wand again, and chanted the spell: "Burning flames!"

Orange flames surged in.

But the fire only illuminated itself and could not spread to the surrounding areas. And just like the Transfiguration Spell, it disappeared in an instant.

The magic power will be cut off.

Harry raised his hands and formed a seal.

Igni!

Flames burst out from his palms like sparks and flew into the house, but as soon as they crossed the threshold, the darkness in the house rushed in impatiently and swallowed up these ordinary flames in big gulps.

Non-magical powers are even less effective.

To go in or not to go in?

Harry was hesitating.

Suddenly, someone in the room spoke with a deep, charming voice, sounding like a gentleman: "Harry Potter?"

"You are here?"

"Instead of staying in the safety of a cradle at Hogwarts?"

Harry said nothing, staring straight at the darkness. This voice was also something he had never heard before.

"Are you here to save your godfather, the dirty pure-blood traitor Black?" the man continued, his tone full of ridicule, "or the hybrid werewolf who just fell into the trap?"

Harry still said nothing.

He paused, and said in a surprised tone, "Could it be that stupid, self-righteous ladybug woman?"

All three of them are here.

"Potter, do you want to save them?" The man lowered his voice, his tone full of temptation, "I can give you a little hint, they are all still alive."

"But it's hard to say how long they can live."

"You know, Blake is not only brainless, but also has a very extreme personality, especially for a traitor like that."

"He even tried to turn into an Animagus and run away. He could run very fast, but now he can't run away even if he wants to. Do you know why?"

Harry's eyes sharpened.

"Did you think of that?" The man laughed brightly. "We broke his legs! He was not a good dog and was even unwilling to be domesticated by us."

"Perhaps the werewolf's life can be used to make it speak?"

Harry took a deep breath.

"The little lion king of Hogwarts really lives up to his reputation." The man in the darkness sighed, "Are you calm enough, or do you not care about these people?"

"Just because your parents died, so you are playing house with them?"

"Want to save them?"

"Want to prove that you care about them?"

"Come in, only if you come in will you have a chance to save them, right?"

Harry sneered, "You mistook me for Sirius?"

"I promise you, I will give you a fair chance." The people in the room clapped their hands and their tone became cheerful, "Shall we play a game?"

"Let's bet on the lives of Blake, Werewolf, and Ladybug."

"As long as you win, you can take them away. I promise you, using my reputation."

Harry shook his head and sneered, "What credibility do Death Eaters have?"

"Being a Death Eater is the highest honor." He was not ashamed of it at all, and his tone was very proud, "This is the honor that can be bestowed upon the best talents in the world."

"I give you my noble promise as a Death Eater."

As he spoke, he paused slightly, his tone became deeper and also full of sarcasm: "Besides, what other options do you have besides coming in?"

"This magic was invented by the greatest Dark Lord. Potter, you are just a little wizard. You are lucky enough to be saved by a spell..."

"Is that what Tom explained to you?" interrupted Harry.

The people in the room were startled.

"You don't know Tom, do you?" Harry continued in a flat tone.

The man was touched in the sore spot and screamed sharply: "You are not allowed to insult the great master."

"You know." Harry raised his wand. "Tom is not a great man. What is there to follow about the chaotic product of love potion?"

"Although this spell is powerful."

"But you seem to have forgotten something."

His magic surged.

Boom boom

The earth creaked and shook slightly.