It took almost two hours for Hermione to force herself not to keep peeking at Harry.Finally, under the effects of extreme drowsiness, Hermione finally went to sleep.Before that, she had been reading her never-ending books with a teacup.Perhaps, Harry thought, she didn't really need to find anything out of it, she just wanted to keep herself busy - usually being busy was a brief escape from reality.It worked for him, and it must have worked for Hermione as well.

He was more weary of this life than ever before: poor food or starvation, the seemingly endless journey, one hope after another, the final disappointment, the constant reduction of personnel or equipment damage.Ron left with his radio, and they were completely isolated from the world.But even knowing that there are still people fighting with them is useless-Harry has long recognized the reality that their solidarity or some activities cannot cause substantial harm to Voldemort. Face to face duel.

He wanted to do something to make himself forget the embarrassing situation, but he didn't know what to do.The sky above the Forest of Dean is clear, and the clouds look so beautiful that they don't seem to belong to this season.The sun gradually moves and tilts from the center of the sky.He stared at the sky for a while.

The crisp but icy air surrounded Harry, and he stretched out his fingers, feeling a bone-chilling chill.Long-term fighting, trekking and daily chores have left his hands with many small thorns, and some places are even split.Such hands were not suitable for holding Hermione's wand.

Harry stomped petulantly.Something in the side pocket of the trousers made a slight grinding noise. —Aha, how many months have these pants been washed?He reached into his trouser pocket, and the first thing he found was a piece of paper, which he unfolded.

The sun's light is a little harsh.Harry squinted his eyes and looked carefully. It was the parchment with the spell written on it. He had always thought it was caught in the dictionary.For more than a month after Ron left, he needed to spend longer than before on vigil or trekking, and he still couldn't understand the ancient rune, so he finally let it go.At this time, in the silent winter forest, he suddenly became interested again.

Stepping softly into the tent, Harry found that the ancient rune dictionary was luckily still lying on top of his bed—he had been too tired to sleep on the pillow for a month, and could hardly be distracted by anything around him. .He quietly picked up the dictionary and walked out of the tent.

He looked through the dictionary again, but still didn't overturn his own deduction.It was certain that the incantation was related to life or soul, and he could only clearly recognize the function of a few letters in it.

Before this, he had never been exposed to the spells that acted on two people.Judging from the need to fuse blood, the spell should be based on something he is not sure about, maybe one person pays some price, or two people pay the price together to achieve the goal.He thinks it's like black magic: what you give, you get.It seemed fair enough, but the spell was dangerous for him, and he couldn't figure out what he needed to lose in order to gain something.He didn't know why he was so attached to the spell, after all he didn't even know what it would get him.

The sky darkened quickly, and he thought of Phineas again.Hermione was still fast asleep, and it seemed that the previous day's experience had hit her too hard.Harry put the parchment back into his dictionary and pulled out the Marauder's Map, from which he saw Lavender this time with relief, as well as several others.Ginny was in the library, but Ron still didn't come back.Hagrid wasn't in the hunter's lodge, moving slowly around the edge of the Black Lake.Snape was still not at Hogwarts.

The afterglow of the sun begins to lose its temperature.The shadows of the trees gradually lengthened and printed in different shades on the snow.As the moon climbed over the treetops, Harry heard Hermione's alarm go off.After a while, she rubbed her eyes to change shifts, her complexion was still very bad.Harry did everything he could to get her back.

After a scheduled shift change in an hour, Harry put all his heavy sweaters on his head and stepped out of the tent again.Occasionally, they would choose to stay in the tent for a small portion of the night when the weather was too cold, but today he planned to stay outside no matter how cold it was.The morning footsteps kept bothering him, and he didn't feel safe with the two of them in the tent.The outermost piece of clothing he was wearing was a fifth-year Weasley sweater, and the sixth-year sweater was in the backpack and was blown apart by Snape and Hedwig's cage.The first grade sweater was too small to fit.If he could put on five from inside to coat—he dragged his mattress out of the tent and put it by the door, amazed at how well he could think of such a thing in such dire conditions.

He sat on a cushion, leaning against the tent, making sure his silhouette could be seen from inside the tent.The forest is very quiet, and the small animals that are still active in such a cold winter are far away, deep in the forest.He sniffed every now and then, and Hermione should be able to rest in peace at the sound of his voice.She's always been a little jumpy since Ron left.After accidentally breaking his wand, Hermione was pretty much on the verge of death.

Harry listened, and Hermione's breathing gradually became even.He got up lightly and walked away.The snow crunched under his feet, and he held Hermione's wand tightly for balance.

He'd been holding Hermione's wand all day, and he still didn't feel familiar with it.People's mood swings are stronger at night, and they are more likely to be negative, and Harry can only try not to think about the fragments of the holly wand in the pouch around his neck.

He knew it wasn't Hermione's fault, but he couldn't help the bitterness in his mind when he thought about it.All he could do was channel this resentment elsewhere.Such as his own stupidity and gullibility, such as Voldemort and his snake, such as Dumbledore who didn't tell him anything, let him fall into this predicament and refused to help, such as Snape who ruined his life's happiness.

He raised his head and looked at the tall trees all around him.When he was very young, he had a magic riot due to being chased, and he floated up a tree.After that, he seemed to have discovered a new continent.In summer, the trees with luxuriant branches and leaves can block his small figure. He is on the tree, with a solid support behind him, dense branches and leaves above his head and under his feet, and occasionally he can see the gaps in the blue sky.The tree is like a small closed space, and every time he sits on it, he always feels safe.

Although the winter had dried up the trees, Harry picked a tree and climbed it, trying to find some comfort in familiar ways.He sat on the thickest branch, moved his body to find a comfortable position, and habitually cast all the protective magic he knew around him.The forest was very quiet at night, and he let out a light breath towards the moon.In the silence, the white gas curled up, gradually spread, and when it reached the height of the snow-covered dead branches above the head, it gradually became thinner and invisible.Under the cold moonlight, the distant mountain scenery casts a heavy shadow, and the dark blue sky is covered with deep and shallow stars, as if to suppress the whole thing, or suck him in.

Harry leaned back against the tree trunk.The long-lost tranquility made him feel comfortable. He seemed to have a lot of things in his mind, but he didn't seem to think about anything.It seemed that all the important things that had been lost and could not be found, the responsibilities that plagued him, the dark road ahead and the heavy pressure were separated by a layer of frosted glass, and he knew they were there, vague outlines on the other side. One side, swimming back and forth across the smooth other side of the glass, but he didn't have to look, he didn't have to think.He tilted his head slightly, curled up into a ball and half closed his eyes.

Hermione's protection magic makes it perfect.He knew that the bivouac was on the inconspicuous little gap as far as he could see, but he couldn't see or feel their tent at all.Looking further into the distance, I can vaguely see a small corner of the lake. Because of the ice, that irregular corner looks particularly bright in the moonlight, dazzlingly bright.

Harry tucked half of his face into the high collar of his collar.He missed Hogwarts' Gryffindor tower, the lounge where the fireplace was always burning with a raging fire, Hagrid's hut, which was always leaning against the crossbow and big boots at the foot of the wall by the Forbidden Forest, and missed the river that crossed the Black Lake in midsummer. Reflection of thin flocculent puffy clouds.The classmates who once felt that enough, the disputes between the colleges, the deadly rivals, and the heavy studies, now these memories only make him feel kind.He sighed softly.

The night gradually darkened.The stars in the sky fell, and the night sky was darkened to a deep velvet.Harry felt himself shivering with cold, completely numb to his feet.He moved his body slightly on the tree, trying to take off a sweater and cover his legs.Just then, he heard a rustling sound.This sound was both very familiar and strange, and he reacted for a while before he could tell that it was the soft sound of the cloak brushing over the snow and fallen leaves.He had heard this sound before, and when he heard it again, he felt a shudder all over his body.If his wand still worked, he wasn't afraid of Death Eaters or danger.But at this time, the wand in his hand is not very obedient, and the strength of the spell will be weakened accordingly.If the situation develops to the point where he has to fight, he is not sure whether he can win the opponent.

Carefully, Harry lifted his body a little, looking around alertly.

There seemed to be sparkling ripples in the corner of the small lake.The shimmering light was very eye-catching in the dark night, and Harry opened his eyes wide, thinking he was wrong.He focused his attention on the corner of the lake, where there was indeed a wave of light.The ripples flickered a few times before recondensing into cold white light.

Harry opened his mouth in surprise.A figure quietly slid out from under the tree at the corner of the lake, and he watched silently.The black figure was wearing a thick flying cloak. He waved his wand, and in an instant, the dazzling silver light almost blinded Harry's eyes.

Harry covered his face with his hands, and it took a few seconds before he managed to look out through his fingers.That silver-white light source turned out to be a doe, how beautiful it was, how soft silver... so familiar, so kind, as if they had met many years ago.He felt that he had been waiting for her to come, but he forgot, until this moment, this moment of their reunion, he did not recall it.Harry felt that even from a distance, he could still see its beautiful big eyes and long eyelashes.The feeling it gives him is so warm, he almost feels that they have been together for a long time, so long that he can imagine its outline with his eyes closed, as if he has slept comfortably and peacefully in its embrace since birth generally.

The man under the cloak lowered his head and slightly raised one hand. The doe turned her head and gently rubbed the top of her head against the man's palm.Reluctantly, it circled the black figure back and forth, rubbing his skirt quietly from time to time.The man in black was silent, gently stroking the beautiful neck of the doe with his fingers in the void.The moonlight-like silvery white and night-like black reflect each other, which is extraordinarily harmonious.

For some reason, Harry had the feeling that this man had come for him with his Patronus.They came for him, and for him alone.Who can make him feel so kind and safe?It must be Sirius, who broke free from the other side of the veil, and came looking for him with his Patronus.His patron saint can change, yes, it can change!He loved his only godson so much, it was no surprise that the Patronus had also turned into a deer... A voice inside Harry was clamoring that he was going to rush out now, go find Sirius now.He is his only support!He wants to tell him how much he misses him, how wronged he has been during this time... Even if reason tells him that that person may be a patrolling Death Eater, this may be a trap to lure him to show up, He couldn't care less.Yes, he was going, going!Even if he will die immediately, he still wants to be close to the edge of warmth before he dies!

Harry gripped Hermione's wand tightly.He couldn't wait to climb down the tree and Apparate directly behind the man in black.The slight crackling sound of the appearance was particularly abrupt in the silent forest. The man in black reacted very quickly. He turned sideways without even turning his head, waved his hand and cast a spell in the direction of the sound.Harry's clothes were too bulky to dodge, and he was hit solidly by the spell, flying backwards and crashing into a tree.The man in black raised the hood of his flying cloak with an excessive movement, and under the moonlight, he revealed a face that shocked Harry.

The author has something to say: Get ready for SS hahaha!Merlin, I’ve finally written this, and I’m about to collapse, although sometimes looking back, I think it’s not too boring for Xiao Ha’s two consecutive scares at Xie Nuo’s and Bagshot’s, but!Sure enough, SS is king! ! ! ! ! !Oh my god, how long has my hero disappeared, I almost forgot who he is, lol~

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