HP Dark Hero

?In the morning, the little wizards came to the hall scatteredly, looking in amazement at the lost and returned savior of the wizarding world—except for the little lions from the same school as the savior, not everyone knew that the missing Harry Potter had returned.And the focus of those who were either thankful or deep, was the golden trio sitting at the long table in Gryffindor, enjoying breakfast.

Well, if I can, hopefully I'll be enjoying my breakfast in a few hours while I'm lying peacefully in bed. Harry complained in his heart, fiddling with the food on his plate boredly.The two good partners belonging to Harry Potter were surrounding him from left to right, watching him cautiously.

"Harry? Your complexion is very bad..." Hermione reached out and poured a glass of pumpkin juice, and put it next to Harry's hand, disapprovingly looked at the messy mashed potato salad on Harry's plate, but didn't say anything more about it, "How are you?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Harry said calmly, "I've never been better—that's what I'd tell you if I were lying in bed."

"Sorry, buddy, you know Mione is worried about you." Ron said coyly, and he personally scooped the savior, who was now black and indignant, from the bed and brought him to the common room to Hermione, Queen of Gryffindor, who was asked to accompany him. Pick up the skinny boy to get something to eat.

"I know. It's just that I haven't slept the whole damn night and I can't eat anything right now." Harry wiped his face, trying to focus, and muttered, "I guess I woke up this morning."

This morning Ron reached out his hand rudely into his bed curtains, when Harry had only been lying down for less than an hour, and was drowsy, half asleep when he saw a hand suddenly appear in front of him, and almost beckoned to him with a magic spell.If Harry hadn't urgently bit the tip of his tongue to stop the spell, Ron would be half disabled at this moment.

Gryffindor. Harry thought grumblingly in his mind, in Severus Snape's tone.

"Didn't sleep all night?" Hermione said worriedly, "Harry...we all know...that incident made you very sad...We dare not say we understand. But you can't break your body because of it...."

"What?" Harry was confused, biting a piece of bread in his mouth.

"Harry, Principal Dumbledore told us that he told you to adjust your mood after you disappeared for a week..." Ron lowered his voice, showing a reminiscing expression, "We were there that day, and we know Sirius is very important to you . Let me tell you, even though you don't like to talk to us about it, we all know you must be very upset."

After speaking, Hermione and Ron looked at him with comforting and gentle eyes.

Harry thought for a while before finally remembering that Sirius Black was actually his godfather.Because Black on his side hardly communicated with him much—perhaps he was still in Azkaban regardless of life or death? --So he just stayed at the stage of 'knowing' about Sirius Black being the last of Harry Potter's family members.

Besides, due to his own situation, he usually doesn't have time to think about not having a family, as if he doesn't often have to face more troublesome situations.

Harry put on a sad and haggard expression, just echoing the mood of wanting to sleep but having to continue Harry's daily life. He didn't explain, just shook his head.Sometimes saying nothing can get an unexpected response.

He caught Ron and Hermione looking at each other, and chose not to ask anything tacitly. Harry secretly appreciated the thoughtfulness his friends always showed.They reminded him of his Ron and Hermione. Although in the original world, he didn't have the opportunity to stand upright with his friends to fight against the Dark Lord, but those two close friends chose to believe in him even though they saw the Dark Mark with their own eyes. Covertly offer his support.

so similar.They were still only 15 years old, and they could already see the embryonic form of Harry Potter's most loyal partner in the future.

Harry quietly listened to the lighthearted conversation between the two, noticing that the mental state of the two was not much better than his. Harry Potter disappeared for a week, and they absolutely couldn't convince themselves to continue to eat and sleep well, and they must have been worried.Even so, the two of them did not ask Harry Potter to promise to inform them of their whereabouts or blame Harry Potter for his sudden disappearance at this moment.

'thank you all. 'Harry didn't feel entitled to thank Harry Potter here, but he was grateful nonetheless.He thought of his two best friends, no one here saw whether Harry Potter entered the veil, but they saw Harry being pushed down by the spell with their own eyes.And before that, he had personally performed several Cruciatus on Ron.

"Sorry, buddy," Harry listened to the still immature Ron bickering with Hermione, and the little Ron here seemed to have not discovered his feelings for Hermione, and a small smile rose in his heart, "It's always so dull, isn't it?Only you didn't find out that Mione was pregnant.Even if you didn't, you wouldn't have let those Cruciatus curses fall on Mione, would you? '

It seems that there is a little desire to...

Suddenly, a flock of owls cooed and flew into the hall through the window, interrupting Harry's fleeting thought.Owls hover overhead, delivering letters and parcels to the recipient's hand, face, and even body.

With a snap, Harry kept his face expressionless, looking at the note that fell into his soup bowl, the small roll of kraft paper was floating and sinking in the soup, splashing soup all over Harry's face.A little owl that seemed to be on some kind of drug slammed into the table in a frivolous manner, and then a pure white snow sculpture slowly landed in Harry's hand with a completely different graceful posture, and put down a newspaper.

"Hedwig?" Harry said softly, looking at the snow-white owl in surprise, "My dear girl, it's good to see you."

Hedwig pecked Harry's index finger affectionately, and Harry fondly took the shortbread from the table, crumbled it into his palm, and watched Hedwig peck at it intently.

Ron grabbed Pig who was trying to throw himself on top of him, stared dumbfounded at Harry covered in soup, but took care of Hedwig as if he didn't feel anything at all.

"Brother? Hold, I'm sorry." Ron glared at the little owl viciously, and said cautiously.

"Harry, do you want to change clothes?" Hermione asked, then frowned, looking at Harry's pure black long-sleeved robe suspiciously, "Harry, I believe it's summer now, why are you wearing winter robes?"

"I think a cleansing spell would do the trick," Harry replied casually, stroking Hedwig.

Hermione blinked. "I just think it's always nice to be able to take a shower, if you want to,"

The little witch immediately drew out her wand, intending to cast a cleansing spell on Harry. The moment the tip of the wand met Harry, the black-haired wizard who had been carefully stroking the snow sculpture suddenly raised his head and met Hermione's eyes. Her eyes were fixed at that moment. illusion.Something flashed in the depths of the startling green pupils before the witch had time to discern.When she looked back, she saw the familiar green eyes again.

"Yes, it would be good enough if I could help with a cleansing spell," Harry said gently, letting Hermione cast a cleansing spell on him with hesitant eyes, "This afternoon is the final exam of History of Magic, I don't think I have time to go back and relax now I'm taking a shower. Is it?"

As soon as Harry mentioned the exam, Hermione immediately turned pale and nervously opened the tome beside her, "Harry, you are right, I think I still haven't read through several chapters. There have been too many chapters recently. I have neglected to review. You two should hurry up!"

Harry watched with interest as Hermione scanned the pages at an extremely fast speed that she absolutely couldn't do, and the History of Magic textbook seemed to use some kind of little magic with a bookmark function. Flip between chapters.

"Come on, History of Magic!" Ron rolled his eyes. "Mione, didn't you say you wanted to schedule this whole morning to make sure Harry was okay? Why review it again? And I think you've read enough."

Hermione looked up from the textbook, looking up at Harry and Ron guiltily, and was furious because of Ron's last sentence, "I didn't read enough! You did, too, didn't you? We hardly had any revision this week." , because..." The little witch silenced, without saying anything.

"As long as Harry is back safe and sound...and it's History of Magic...who else would want to read that book instead of sleeping on it in class?" The note dried and unfolded, obviously Harry himself had no interest in the content - considering that it was the note from Pig, it should be for Ron.

As for the newspaper Hedwig brought, the trio didn't even want to flip through it. They all saw that the photo on the front page of this issue was a photo of Harry in the first grade who somehow got it. He looked skinny and pitiful. People put up the newspaper and read it with relish, and clicked their tongues from time to time, knowing that it was a fictional story that was far different from the facts.

"Respect the book and the professor, Ron!...Forget it..." Hermione sighed, and then looked at Harry with concern. This was another master who seemed to not care about the history of magic at all, but considering Harry's encounter with Sirius, he felt depressed after knowing it. Even the headmaster gave him a week off, so Hermione couldn't say anything serious, "Harry...do you need me to help mark the key points? Have you finished the homework assigned by Professor Binns?"

Hermione didn't feel it yet, Harry's previous attitude of being indifferent because he didn't want to read it was now an attitude of complete indifference stemming from extreme practical considerations.

"Okay, thank you. The homework is done." Harry took out the textbook without hesitation.

Harry began to listen to Hermione guessing the questions while explaining in a low voice. Most of the other students who had breakfast in the hall had already left, and only a few people rushed over to grab a piece of bread and left, or simply reviewed the exam at the table like them .

However, at this time, Ron, who finally dried the note carefully with magic, jumped up from the chair in shock after seeing the content, and even overturned the dinner plate.

"Ronald!" Hermione growled.

"Ha, Harry!!" Ron didn't even look at the angry little witch, and grabbed Harry's shoulder nervously, "This, this is a note from my dad..." Ron took a deep breath, Seriously looking at the confused savior,

"He said that some people reported that he saw the fugitive Sirius Black on the street!"

"Harry, Sirius might still be alive!"

Looking at the surprised two, Harry suddenly remembered the cold and silent 'Ocean' behind the curtain, the warm palm he was holding tightly, and the wizard who was pulled out by him...

...Sirius Black?