HP: Embrace the Darkness

"I said, we don't need to use black magic to protect Hogwarts by injuring the enemy a thousand times and damaging ourselves eight hundred times!" Hermione roared unbearably.

The little lioness's voice was astonishing, and the two wooden piles opposite shook three times, with a look of horror on her face.

"Can you listen to me now?"

The two wooden piles nodded in succession.

Seeing that they were still obedient, Hermione softened her tone and analyzed them word for word.

"Harry, do you remember what Mr. Cavendish said? He said it was not safe for you, not us. What does that mean?"

"Does this mean Harry is special?" Ron speculated cautiously.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, "He is different from us, of course he is special. The question is, what makes Harry special? Is it his status as a savior or..."

Her voice became softer and softer, and later on she was closer to mumbling, as if she was speaking to herself.

Ron and Harry didn't hear clearly. They were about to ask when Hermione suddenly stood up and searched among the books.

"Hermione? What did you find?" they both asked in unison.

Hermione was immersed in the pile of books. When she heard what they said, she paused, but did not answer their questions immediately. Instead, she talked about another thing.

"Harry, your make-up time is at seven o'clock in the evening. It's now ten o'clock. There will be a Potions class and a Defense Against the Dark Arts class later. If we want to leave temporarily, I'm afraid we have to find an excuse. Can you be sick?"

Sick?

Harry was stunned, and then looked down at the muscles he had developed while avoiding attacks. He felt that it was unlikely that he would get sick immediately, so he politely said: "How about we let Ron try?"

"No." Hermione stuffed a dusty book into her coat, turned around and stared at Harry seriously, "Tonight, you are the protagonist, Harry, only you, hurry up! Find a way to get sick, or... …”

Her gaze shifted to Ron.

"You two have a fight."

As we all know, Hermione is a smart witch and will not give useless suggestions for no reason. Ron adheres to the principle of listening to others' instructions if he doesn't understand, with a fierce look and clenched fists.

"Harry, get ready, I don't want to make the savior cry."

Ron's tone was serious.

I was inexplicably left out for so long. It would be a lie to say that I have no complaints. I was just worried that I would really lose this friendship, so I chose to forgive.

But it’s nice to be able to vent your anger now.

A chill ran down Harry's back, and he waved his arms, which were much stronger than before, not to be outdone.

"It's not certain who will cry."

After saying the harsh words, the war is about to break out.

Hermione transformed the sofa with her wand, and the two teenagers opposite who were still holding back their resentment had a good excuse. They started punching each other, while she opened the book in her arms while no one was paying attention.

This is a very unconventional but extremely practical book called "The Various Magical Uses of the Soul".

The book classifies and records the magic related to the soul. It is not very detailed, but only briefly describes their effects and simple processes.

This was exactly what Hermione needed right now.

The dull sound of fists hitting flesh echoed in her ears. Accompanied by these sounds, Hermione quickly flipped through the book and found what she wanted in the book - the process of soul exchange.

To exchange souls, the exchanger and the person being exchanged need to stand in the magic circle at the same time, relying on the magic circle to extract the soul and directly replace it.

Hermione frowned.

This was different from what she expected.

Looking at it this way, the exchange of souls should not affect the temper of the other person.

Wrong direction?

She closed her book, closed her eyes and thought.

But if the direction was wrong, how should we explain Harry's previous inability to control his emotions and the pain in his scars?

Soul, soul...

Exchange souls.

Compared to Snape, she was more willing to believe that the person Voldemort chose at the beginning was Harry, and Harry's previous capture could also confirm this.

So what went wrong?

Hermione was puzzled.

The two people fighting on the other side were getting more and more upset, especially Harry.

The fear of Voldemort, the resentment of not being trusted, the loneliness of being alone...all kinds of emotions that could not be vented, were suppressed in his heart day after day, and at this moment they turned into motivation, driving him to punch Ron one after another.

Ron was very different from him.

They exceeded Hermione's expectations.

When they stopped, everyone was injured. The corners of Ron's mouth were red and swollen, and the skin on Harry's eye sockets and corners was broken, with bright red blood oozing out. However, the two looked at each other and laughed happily.

"Hey, Harry, you are so cruel."

Ron grinned and grinned.

Don't dare to move too much, for fear of causing a wound at the corner of your mouth.

Just now, Harry punched him at the corner of his mouth, which happened to knock the teeth inside. Although it couldn't be seen from the outside, the mouth was filled with the smell of blood and rust. It should have been broken, and it hurt even if he moved even a little.

Harry was also inhaling quietly, but his voice was clearer than Ron's. After all, he didn't hurt the corner of his mouth. "You're not gentle either. We're even."

"I think so." Ron muttered and covered his face, moved to the sofa and sat down, "I'm exhausted, Hermione, can you see if we can do this?"

Harry came and sat down too.

The three of them sat in a row. Hermione had already put away her books. They didn't see it, so they didn't ask.

Hermione took a deep breath and looked at Harry's new appearance, which was almost bruised and swollen. She was still a little dissatisfied, so she raised her wand and chanted a spell.

Harry's face began to twist and swell, but out of trust, he did not move away or fight back.

Looking at Harry's face, whose original appearance was basically unrecognizable, Hermione was much more satisfied.

"That's it, Harry, you keep this image and go to Professor McGonagall with Ron. Remember, if you have a quarrel, you must start a fight. Then you can find a way to ask for leave from Professor McGonagall and go back to the lounge. Take your invisibility cloak and wait for me at the entrance to the Forbidden Forest."

After telling Harry, Hermione followed suit and made Ron as embarrassed as Harry.

"Ron, you cooperate with Harry, use the wound as an excuse, check into the infirmary, find the water of life and death and Motella juice, and avoid Madam Pomfrey to bring them out.

It would be better if there was a healing potion. Anyway, bring out any potions you see that can help, we might use them.

Then, just like Harry, use - oh, why did I forget, you haven't... forget it, you wait for me in the school infirmary, and I'll pick you up. "

"Five to the Island." Ron tilted his mouth and responded vaguely.

Hermione pursed her lips, looked at Harry and Ron, who believed in her without hesitation, and hugged them respectively.

"Time is too tight. I can only think of so much right now. I will explain it to you when we gather together. Now, I will go find Professor McGonagall and lure her here."

Harry hugged Hermione back hard, and Ron did the same. The three of them hugged each other tightly. They all knew that with this friendship, they had nothing to fear.