dmims Chapter 543 Harry's Worries
Chapter 543 Harry's Worries
Chapter 543 Harry's Worries
The carriages bumped along the snow-covered road back to the castle, taking everyone to the castle gates.
Even though they were still outside, they could already hear voices coming from inside.
Siren followed the others into the hall, which was still decorated for Christmas. The magically conjured snowflakes were warm and dry, slowly drifting down from the ceiling and dissipating before landing on hair or shoulders.
Siren sat down at the Gryffindor table, the roaring fireplace behind him radiating a comforting warmth.
He was back at Hogwarts, which meant he no longer had to worry about Voldemort's schemes or that someone might suddenly jump out and take him to a swamp or a mountaintop hundreds of miles away.
Soon, the professors also entered the auditorium.
Dumbledore walked at the front.
"Welcome." He opened his arms, smiling at everyone. "What are you waiting for? Eat to your heart's content."
The golden plate in front of Xilun was automatically filled with food.
A glistening, fragrant roast chicken, juicy steak and kidney pies, golden mashed potatoes—and beside him, a steaming cup of pumpkin juice.
"Actually, I prefer butterbeer," Celen whispered.
"Me too." Harry nodded. "It's always pumpkin juice or pumpkin soda. I'm getting a little tired of it."
"There's nothing I can do," Fred shrugged. "The house-elves in the kitchen think butterbeer is too strong for a little wizard."
"What did you say? Butterbeer is too strong?" Ron turned around in surprise, still holding a piece of sliced chicken in his hand. "Honestly, I'm starting to doubt if it even counts as beer."
"It's not really impressive to you," Fred said, "but it's quite impressive to house-elves."
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"Fred and I have observed this before," George said. "Some house-elves get drunk after just two bottles."
"Observation?" Hermione, noticing something amiss, frowned and asked, "How did you observe?"
"Yeah, we'll buy a couple more Butterbeers during Hogsmeade Week," Fred said vaguely.
"you----"
boom!
At that moment, the auditorium door was suddenly pushed open from the outside with a loud noise, and everyone in the auditorium turned to look.
"Is it Hagrid? Is he late?" Ron asked, puzzled.
Hagrid strode in through the door of the Great Hall and stopped next to Dumbledore.
They seemed to say something, but they were too far away to hear clearly.
However, as soon as Hagrid finished speaking, Dumbledore immediately stood up and left the Great Hall.
Harry seemed to be thinking of something, and his arm trembled slightly, so much so that he didn't even notice that the cutlery had fallen to the ground.
It wasn't until Ron, who was standing next to him, picked up the fork for him.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"No, nothing, it's nothing," Harry said, shaking his head somewhat stiffly.
However, apart from Harry, most people didn't pay much attention to this little incident. After all, Hagrid was also a professor at Hogwarts, so maybe something happened at the school.
Dumbledore never returned.
People continued chatting until the sweet syrup waffles were all gone, leaving only a few crumbs on the plate, which were now clean and shiny again.
Professor McGonagall stood up, indicating that everyone could go back now.
Hermione went to find the first-year students on her own initiative, while Harry secretly stayed behind and came to stand next to Siron and Ron.
"What do you think Hagrid just said?" he asked.
"I don't know." Xilun shook his head. "It was too far away; I didn't hear you clearly."
Because Harry and Hermione were prefects, they needed to maintain order after the train arrived and help the first-year students get on the carriages, which took up a lot of time. So when they returned to the castle, the Great Hall was almost full, with only empty seats near the door.
Their seats were almost half a hall away from the teachers' seats, so there was no way they could hear what Hagrid was saying.
"Do you think it might be—maybe it has something to do with Sirius?" Harry said, his voice sounding a little uneasy.
Hagrid and Dumbledore both looked very serious. Dumbledore didn't even wait for the dinner to end before hurriedly leaving the Great Hall.
Harry couldn't help but wonder, could it be because of Sirius? Could it be because Lupin found Sirius, but—
A terrible suspicion pierced Harry's stomach like an icicle, and the delicious steaks and puddings seemed to freeze into a heavy lump of ice.
"Don't worry, Harry, it's definitely not what you think." Ron opened his mouth, then said hesitantly, "We've never seen Hagrid at home. Maybe he hasn't joined the Order of the Phoenix yet and doesn't know anything about this."
"No, Hagrid was a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Harry shook his head. "When I was a first-year student, he gave me a photo album with a picture of a lot of people in it. That must have been a group photo of the Order of the Phoenix back then, and Hagrid was in it."
"Well, it could be something else," Ron said. "Don't forget that Dumbledore sent Lupin to find Sirius. If there's any news, Lupin should be the one to tell him."
As Ron spoke, he winked at Siron.
"That's right, that's exactly it," Siren said.
But their comforting words did not completely put Harry at ease; he still looked preoccupied.
This also made it difficult for him to concentrate, and when everyone was doing their potions homework together, he was the slowest.
The next day, when Siren arrived at the common room, he immediately saw Harry slumped over the table.
He was still wearing yesterday's robes, clearly indicating he hadn't returned to his dormitory all night, a fact confirmed by Hermione beside him.
"He was already here when I came out half an hour ago," Hermione said.
"Should we wake him up?" Xiren asked.
"There's still some time before class, let's wait a bit longer." Hermione glanced at the time.
However, as more and more people gathered in the common room, Harry was soon woken up and hurriedly ran to wash up.
"Oh dear, I didn't realize I was writing so late—but I've finally finished, so Snape has no reason to punish me now, right?" Harry rubbed his eyes, his tone deliberately relaxed.
However, this attempt at concealment wasn't very successful. On his way to breakfast in the auditorium, he would unconsciously slow down, revealing a worried expression. Sometimes he would even accidentally take the wrong stairs, standing on the uphill steps when he was supposed to be going downhill.
Generally speaking, students after the third year rarely make this kind of mistake, but Harry, in the fifth year, made the same mistake more than once.
What should have been a five-minute walk took them more than ten minutes to finally reach the auditorium entrance.
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