[HP] This deer is not a deer

Harry rushed towards Hagrid's hut until he saw the warm light emanating from the hut, but his kicking hoofs gradually slowed down, and his short tail was wagging slightly behind him, Harry hesitated.Is he really going?

He looked down at himself, his straight legs fell into sight, Harry was pacing slowly, he was still walking slowly towards Hagrid's house, everything outside was pitch black except for the room emitting a warm firelight of.But Harry stood hesitant in the doorway, looking up quietly at the lighted window.

He hasn't figured out what to do yet.

However, at this moment, Harry began to feel itchy skin, which made his whole body itchy and uncomfortable, and then the bones were creaking and moving, Harry didn't care too much, and the whole person shrank into a ball.

His body was not in pain, but it was uncomfortably itchy all over. Then, he watched his legs slowly change in amazement... Ten seconds later, Harry found himself kneeling on the muddy ground, Instead of landing on animal limbs... as if he was just having a strange dream, if it wasn't for the place he was in right now.

Harry staggered, stood up hastily, his limbs were stiff and exhausted quickly, he raised his hand to look around, stretched out his dirty palm and touched his face, Harry glanced at Hagrid's face The hut hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly turned and left, walking faster and faster in the direction of the castle.

The moment he pushed open the door forcefully and rushed into the castle hall, Harry leaned against the door panting, almost losing his strength.

The light calmed him down a little. The hall was spacious and empty, and there was no one there. Maybe everyone had gone to the lounge. It was getting late, and Harry subconsciously patted the dirt on his body, trying to make himself look less Oops.

He hurriedly walked towards the lounge, avoiding people who were walking towards him almost like a thief, he didn't want to meet anyone, let alone let anyone see him at this time.

When he walked to the door of the lounge, the fat woman looked at him with disgust, but she still opened the door after hearing the correct password.

Harry patted the dirty laundry vigorously, hoping that Hermione wouldn't be caught, he hadn't figured out what to do.There weren't many people in the common room, Harry hurried in, barely glanced, and ran into the dormitory.

Seeing him, Ron asked in surprise, "Harry, where have you been? Why was Hermione asking me why you disappeared just now... I thought she was with you. She seemed a little worried, so she went out to find you , I wondered if you bumped into the old bat."

"Oh, nothing. Nothing," said Harry vaguely.

Ron looked him up and down suspiciously, and asked in confusion, "What's the matter with your muddy body?"

"I went to Hagrid's this afternoon," Harry thought of a reason, and explained as he walked towards the bathroom, "I accidentally fell."

After closing the door of the bathroom, Harry took off his clothes in twos and hurriedly unscrewed the water hose. The dirty mud on his body was washed off along with the water, and his calf ached slightly. He looked down and saw the scabbed wound As soon as it was washed by water, it turned slightly bloody.

This wound proved that everything he experienced was definitely not a dream.

Although it was difficult for him to regard all this as a dream, Harry looked down at the wound and carefully washed off the mud and sand, but thought of Snape absently, he shook his head, firmly thinking that he It's time to forget about it. As for... Harry hasn't figured out how to tell others about it.

He found it quite unspeakable, he turned into an animal inexplicably, it was so uncomfortable, Harry even wondered if someone cast a transfiguration spell on him when he was not paying attention, at that moment, he even Remembered Snape's face.Harry shook his head. Although he always liked to doubt Snape, at this moment, he also knew that his random and absurd guess was simply unreasonable.

After taking a bath suspiciously, Harry went to sleep sullenly after he got out, and no one paid attention to him.

The next day, Harry was also in a strange state. He always wondered when he would suddenly turn into an animal.In the afternoon, he was distracted in his favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts class. No matter how good Professor Lupine taught him, he was absent-minded.

"These are unpleasant little monsters that lurk wherever someone bleeds, in keep, in the pits of deserted battlegrounds, waiting to rage Assault those who are lost..." They were studying the red hat, Lupine said.

Afterwards they went from the Red Cap to the Kaba, a crawling aquatic creature that looked like a scaly monkey, with webbed hands, busily strangling the waders who walked in their ponds without knowing how deep they were.

Even before the end of get out of class, Harry kept quiet. Even Lupine, who usually likes to call him out for demonstrations, didn't know if he could see something was wrong with him, so he didn't call him at all.

It wasn't until most of the day passed that Harry slowly relaxed. He began to think that he should find a chance to discuss it with Hermione and Ron, and maybe it was just an accident.

But he wasn't sure, and Harry remembered what happened that night, and for some reason suddenly didn't want to talk about it with anyone.

Maybe he really felt too ashamed to be saved by Snape...

Although he is unintentional.

Harry still held back his reluctance to speak out about this matter, he thought for a long time, and finally decided to tell Ron and Hermione in a few days, and the matter of running into Snape... let's talk about it.

A few more days passed unharmed, he didn't turn into a deer again, and Harry slowly relaxed, except that it was bad to run into Snape, especially the way Snape stared at him, which made Harry very nervous. Not comfortable outside.

It reminded him unconsciously of that day, and it caused Harry to keep his head down and avoid Snape, as if he was terrified.

Harry couldn't quite tell why.

And, these days, Snape was desperate for revenge.

Of course, everyone knows why.

The jokes in Defense Against the Dark Arts were all over the place: Neville made the Boggart an old bat and dressed him in his grandmother's clothes.This story spread like wildfire on campus, and it spread fast.Snape didn't seem to find this funny.The mention of Professor Lupine's name brought a menacing gleam in his eyes, and he bullied Neville even more now than before.

Snape was still the same as before, he didn't realize that the deer he ran into that day was him.

One night, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room after training. He still hadn't turned into an animal again. Harry relaxed a little bit, feeling cold and stiff, but he was satisfied with the situation and the practice The situation is also satisfactory.

When he came back, he found the people in the lounge buzzing with excitement.

"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."

Harry's mood began to sink, which made him want to talk to them again, and he couldn't go because he couldn't get the Dursleys' guardian signature.And—everyone was always talking about that fugitive Black, who blew up a street with a spell, who was after him.

So he shouldn't go anywhere!Harry thought, if they knew that he had run into the Forbidden Forest by himself, he would probably be reprimanded, right?

Hermione reassured him cautiously, "Harry, I bet you'll be able to go next time. They'll be sure to catch Black soon, he's been seen somewhere already once."

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

"Ron!" said Hermione, "Harry should have stayed at school—"

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

Listening to the quarrel between the two, Harry wanted to be honest with them, but he was depressed again. He didn't intend to speak, but he also felt that he should ask Professor McGonagall. He didn't want to be left alone in Hogg woz.He also wants to go to Hogsmeade with everyone, and he wants to taste the beer there. It is said that there are many interesting things-but he is different from others.

Without a guardian, he can't even do anything, all he should do is stay here obediently.

"Yeah, I think I'll ask." Harry said determinedly, hiding his depression, and didn't say a word of the last words that should have been said.

That night, another incident happened. Hermione and Ron had a big fight over Scabbers and Crookshanks. They were still fighting until the next day. Harry knew that He couldn't coordinate their conflicts at all, so he could only watch from the sidelines, not to mention he was not in a good mood.

……

The next day, they had their divination class again, and Harry stood aside dryly, hoping not to attract attention.He hoped Trelawney would let him go, Harry prayed.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"Oh--"

"October sixteenth! 'That thing you're afraid of, it's going to happen on October sixteenth!' Remember? She's right, she's right!" Lavender cried bitterly, her rabbit Killed by a fox.

Harry secretly cursed angrily, that witch who pretends to be a witch!

"Well, let's look at it logically," said Hermione, "I mean, Binky didn't even die today, right, Lavender just got word today—"

Lavender wailed aloud, "—and she couldn't have been worrying about it, because it really shocked her—"

"Don't pay attention to Hermione, Lavender," said Ron, who had just argued with Hermione last night. "She doesn't think other people's pets matter."

At this time, Professor McGonagall opened the door of the classroom. Fortunately, he opened it at this moment, because Hermione and Ron were glaring at each other. When they entered the classroom, they were sitting on both sides of Harry.They didn't talk to each other for the whole class.

Until the end of the class and the bell rang, Harry still didn't make up his mind to ask Professor McGonagall, but she brought up the topic of Hogsmeade first.

"Wait a minute, please!" she yelled, as the whole class was about to leave the classroom. "You are all from my house. You should give me the application form before Halloween. If you don't submit the form, you will want to go to Hogsmeade. So, don't forget it!"

Neville raised his hand.

"Professor, I—I think I lost my copy—"

"Your grandma gave me the watch directly, Longbottom," said Professor McGonagall, "and she seemed to think it would be safer. Well, it's all right. You can go."

Harry stood up and worked up the courage to go up, but the result was so obvious that he was rejected without hesitation. Harry was not surprised by the result, but it made him feel even worse.

"The application clearly states that parental or guardian consent is required." She turned to look at him with a strange expression on her face. "I'm sorry, Potter, but this is my final decision. You'd better go now." , or you will be late for the next class."

He knew, they all thought he shouldn't want to run around, right?Harry followed Hermione and Ron out of the classroom. They tried to cheer him up, but Harry stopped suddenly as they walked.

Hermione looked at Harry whose expression was gradually panicking inexplicably, and asked, "What's wrong?"

He felt his bones creaking, bit by bit... Harry's body was itching slightly, his hands unconsciously tried to curl up, Harry panicked, but he couldn't stop—

He watched... Hermione and Ron opened their mouths, his eyesight quickly narrowed, and he fell to the ground.

In a daze, Harry felt that his eyes were completely lowered. His belly was pressed against the ground, and he collapsed on his side on the ground. He didn't feel any pain this time.

Ron's mouth grew as if it could swallow a goose egg, and he was completely stunned.

Hermione gasped coldly, covered her mouth and screamed, "Harry!"

The ear-piercing scream woke Harry up. Looking at the two people in panic, Harry felt extremely uncomfortable. He got up stiffly, and Harry kept backing away... He stared helplessly at the monster. stare, Harry turned, almost running away from them—

"Harry!"

"Harry—"

The voices of Ron and Hermione came from far behind him, but he didn't stop, instead he quickly moved away from them.

They are getting farther and farther apart.

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