Harry Potter and the Burnt Badger

Moon stood by the window, quietly watching Olanda squatting next to a bunch of roses, carefully cutting off the delicate flowers diagonally with scissors.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the room, and An walked in carrying a tray with breakfast for two on it.

"It's time to feel sleepy, Moon. Eat some breakfast and go to bed quickly." An said as she placed the tray on Moon's water table, then followed Moon's gaze and looked out the window, smiling softly. Said: "Last time Nora came back, she planted a large field of roses in the garden and cast a spell on them so that they could grow back quickly after being cut, and the cut flowers would not grow too quickly. Wither, but can remain in full bloom for a long time.”

"So Olanda specially prepared a big box, and starting from the beginning of this month, she went to the garden every day to pick a rose. She said she wanted to use the roses in the garden to make a beautiful Christmas gift for us."

While the two were talking, Olanda, who was walking back with the flowers, suddenly slipped and fell to the ground.

But Moon looked carefully. Before falling, Olanda raised her left hand high.

The rose flower with raindrops seemed to bloom a little more in a trance.

Chapter 57 "Grimes"

It was the corridor that had appeared in Munn's dreams countless times. The lights were flickering, and the cold floor was faintly covered with blood.

On both sides are white door panels arranged equidistantly, giving people an endless view.

Moon walked quietly among them, listening to the strange sounds that kept coming from his ears, but his face rarely showed anxiety, but calm as usual.

He didn't try to retreat, nor did he think about escaping. This time, he planned to muster the courage to take a look - without being forced or hindered by dreams, but to do it spontaneously.

He didn't know how to face his heart, but at least before that, he could face his dreams.

Or at least try hard.

A door to the ward was pushed open, and the layout inside was all too familiar to him.Bed with movable rollers, white sheets and quilts, curtains surrounding the hospital bed, private hospital, single ward, the TV facing the hospital bed is full of black and white snowflakes, and there are There was a sofa with his computer bag on it and half a box of his favorite drink.

He didn't like people sitting there - or in other words, there were very few people who came here to see him, and those who came to see him were not very welcome to him.

Including his biological father.

So he always likes to pile everything there and express his wishes in this way.

That was rarely respected.

Next to the hospital bed was an instrument that Moon still couldn't name. In the past, he had always resisted understanding these things. What was the scientific name of that thing?Most of the nurses would only call out the name of the thing over and over again when he was unconscious or semi-conscious.In short, it was something monitoring his physical condition.

He didn't understand why he got such a thing to monitor his physical condition. If he died, it would be a good thing for everyone.For him, it was a relief, and for his father... it was probably a relief.

It was like he never understood the practical significance of lying in this ward hanging with his life.

The hospital bed is empty now, except for the instrument that makes a "beep-beep-beep-" sound, which is noisy, unpleasant, and harsh.

Moon sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the TV.

There was a little bit of him that...wanted to back down.

Facing yourself, your soul, and the dream that represents your biggest fear deep in your heart is easy to say, but how can it be done so easily?

The instrument was still beeping, and Moon stared down at his palm, trying to gather a burst of magic energy inside to send that thing home.

Of course he couldn't.

There was a running sound in the corridor, which sounded like that of a child, laughing and joking, which was annoying.Moon suddenly stood up from the bed and ran to the door in three steps. However, the long, endless corridor was empty. There was not a single person in sight, let alone a child. , not even a puppy.

But he heard the quarrel again, as if there was an argument happening next door.

Without any hesitation, he strode to the next door and opened it easily.

Sure enough, someone was arguing inside. The two people were facing each other, and their faces and figures were blurry. However, it could be judged from the domineering look that one of them should be his father who was always used to being bossy.

To be honest, Moon couldn't find any corresponding plot in his memory, not because he couldn't remember clearly, but because similar things had happened too many times - in this hospital, his father always I like to quarrel with people, quarrel with everyone.Doctors, nurses, and occasionally visitors, and of course, Moon himself is indispensable.

However, just like in the previous ward, the bedding on the bed was neatly spread, and no one was lying on it.

Moon sighed silently, closed the door, and continued walking forward.

These were not what he was looking for.

Because he has an impression of all of this, and it can be matched with his own memory. He does not need to dream about it at night, even if it is just inadvertently touched in the morning after a rain, he can re-experience it in his memory. these things.

Moreover, these scenes did not make him feel scared or have any negative emotions.

After passing a few more doors, finally, the "Geleng Leng" voice appeared again, followed by a series of laughter and calls that could only be remembered in dreams.

"Moonlight? Moonlight?"

"Yue Ming, it's your turn."

Moon paused and stopped in front of the door where the sound came from. He took a deep breath and then gently pressed down the armrest on the door.

This time, what appeared in front of me was not the ward, but the familiar living room.But for some reason, the room didn't have the cold tone in Moon's memory. Instead, it seemed warm in a different way - like a real home.

There was a little boy sitting on the large sofa. He was holding a box in his hand, which was filled with colored chess pieces and a small pile of dice of different shapes.On the ground in front of the sofa, there is a large white map covered with square grids. A woman is sitting opposite, looking at the little boy on the sofa, holding a few books in his hand, his eyebrows With a smile.

"Stop looking, Yueming, it's your turn, it's time to roll the dice~"

Moon swallowed his saliva and felt his heart tremble. He tried to take a step forward, but he only took half of the step, but he couldn't fall down.

When did this happen?

Why is he completely unimpressed?

The little boy on the sofa - the little boy called Yueming, is of course himself.The woman sitting opposite the map is his mother, the one who always smiles and seems to be able to help him endure all the suffering in the world.

But why didn't he remember that he had such a scene when he was a child?

"Ah... Yueming, so you are here." The woman suddenly turned her head, and in addition to a smile, there was also a hint of indescribable attachment in her eyes.Her smile did not diminish, she just picked out one of the few books in her hand and shook it gently towards Moon standing outside the door. "If you don't know how to deal with the boss... do you want to read " Grimoire"?"

Moon's step finally fell, but this step ended up in the empty space. He suddenly fell downwards at such a fast speed that he fell into a void of darkness before he even had time to look back.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Munn suddenly sat up from the bed, sat down next to him, looked at him worriedly, and asked softly: "What's wrong, Munn, are you still having a nightmare?"

"No..." Moon raised his hand and wiped it from his forehead, wiping away the fine beads of sweat that had quietly appeared, and then said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I seem to... have found the root cause of some problems. "

Hearing this, An was overjoyed. She handed the towel that had been prepared beside her to Munn's hand, and then gently patted Munn's arm. "That's a good thing, but don't be too hasty, you know? Do it." Things still have to be done step by step.”

"Yeah." Munn responded, looking up at An Shi, but the two faces were confused together.

Inexplicably, his nose suddenly felt sore.

What's going on?Wasn't it really just a dream?Did something like that really happen to him in his previous life?

Why doesn't he remember any of it?

and also……

Grimoire?

"Mom, what time is it?"

An raised her wrist and looked at the time on her watch. "It's almost lunch time. Speaking of which, Edgar seemed to have come back just now. I heard Dana calling his name. Do you want him to accompany you?" Sit down?"

"No need." Moon raised his head, with a smile on his face. "If my uncle sees me like this, I don't know how he will make fun of me."

"Yes, for such a big man, he is about to get married and have children, but he still acts like a child." An couldn't help laughing, and then stroked Moon's hair with pity, "Would you like to take a nap again?" , Moon, it looks like you are still very tired."

"No, Mom, you go down and eat with your uncle and the others. I'll just sit upstairs for a while and take a rest. It's not that I'm tired, it's just...a little surprised."

An saw that Munn's thoughts were very confused at the moment, so he had no intention of asking any more questions. He just smoothed Munn's scattered hair one by one, then slowly nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll let Buffy straighten it out." Your lunch is served, you have a good rest.”

After receiving a positive reply from Moon, An stood up and walked out of the room, then closed the door again.After An left, Moon turned to look at his desk, suddenly raised his hand, and casually took a book into his hand.

Why did his mother in the previous life mention "Grimes"?

Is it a reflection of a dream, or is there really some kind of connection between the two?

Moon's hand holding the book trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, but finally put the book down. He picked up a towel and wiped his face, trying to make himself calmer with the help of a towel dipped in cold water. Some.

It wasn't until his mood calmed down that he picked up the book again, reflected the Grimoire in it, and then opened it gently.

The pages of the Grimoire that appeared in front of him were no different from before. There were no weird changes, no special words or spells, just a brand-new magic, which seemed to have nothing to do with his dream. .

The young man sighed, closed the books together, and threw them aside in disappointment.

People are probably like this. If things evolve unexpectedly, it will be extremely shocking; but if the development of things is uneventful, they can't help but feel disappointed.

Moon leaned on the pillow and laughed to himself.

Chapter 58 Chase

In the forest wilderness, strong winds roared past, bringing with them howls like ghosts.

A figure wrapped in a black robe walked quickly through the forest. Strangely enough, his feet were clearly stepping on the dead branches and leaves on the ground, but he did not make any sound. The sound of the wind gusts, to people's eyes, they might think that someone has pressed some kind of silence button here.

He walked in a hurry, without stopping for a moment. It was clear that he could not see the edge of the sea of ​​trees, making it dizzy and difficult to determine his direction, but he seemed to be able to find exactly where he was going and walked very firmly.

Suddenly, a gray-brown bird flew past from above. The man in black robe raised his head and took a look, then suddenly pulled out his wand.

The next moment, it seemed as if an invisible sharp blade collided with the gray-brown bird.As a result, the little bird that was soaring just now was cut into two halves in just the blink of an eye.

But the expected scene of blood spilling into the sky and internal organs spilling down did not appear - on the contrary, after the gray-brown bird was chopped open, it dissipated directly into a large piece of smoke, and then disappeared again. In an instant, there was no trace at all.

The wizard in black robes did not hesitate at all, and immediately spun on the spot and disappeared into the dense forest.

Two seconds later, a woman with a haggard face wearing a high-collared green robe emerged from the open space inexplicably. She glanced anxiously around her surroundings, then raised her wand, waved it in the air, and chanted in a low voice: " Avis [flock of birds]!”

Several gray-brown birds that were identical to the one that had been cut open suddenly flew out and immediately began to fly around, searching for traces of the man just now.

After summoning the birds, the woman silently took out a water bag from her waist. While sipping, she took out her pocket watch with her other hand and checked the current time.

16:38, October 10.

In the blink of an eye, the chase lasted for three full days.Of course, that was only counting since the last time she found any trace of Severus Snape.If the chase and fight between the two people earlier were included, then this time would have been extended a lot.

In fact, if this continues, the situation will continue to slide bit by bit in the direction that is not good for her.But...she can't give up, let alone give up.

Because her husband's life is at stake.

No matter how slim her hope was, she still had to try.

Once again, the bird summoned by her was completely dissolved somewhere not far away.The woman quickly put away the water bag, turned her body, and disappeared from the spot.

In the same forest, in a different direction, after the Apparition, the woman still remained fully vigilant.She followed the same pattern, scanning her surroundings one by one.

A piece of black clothes appeared behind a certain tree.

"Reducto [broken to pieces]!"

Powerful power spurted out from the tip of the wand and struck the trees. In an instant, the entire thick tree was almost blown to pieces, sawdust flew away, and branches and leaves fell off.But Severus Snape walked out from behind the tree in an understated manner, raised his wand, and the invisible protection blocked all the shocks and sawdust coming towards him.

"It seems that my mercy these days has still failed to make you realize the gap between you and me, Narcissa." Snape smiled playfully, turned his wrist, and pointed the tip of the staff at a distance. Narcissa Malfoy in green robes said softly: "Or...are you so stupid that you think I will always be merciful to you?"

"I can't believe that such words would come out of your mouth, Severus." Narcissa Malfoy also raised her wand. "Have you become so soft-hearted after leaving the Dark Lord's command?" Are you there? Let me tell you, I'm afraid you are just making your own plans as always. I don't believe that anyone in this world can influence you, Severus, not even Albus Dumbledore, you I’ve never been one to keep any innocence in my heart.”

Snape raised his brows and suddenly took a step forward, "You are very naive. Do you really think that the Dark Lord will... rescue Lucius for you after you kill me?"

He sneered and slowly lowered his right hand holding the wand, "Wishful thinking——"

At this moment, Narcissa Malfoy seized the opportunity, waved her wand forward, and a deep purple light shot towards Snape as fast as a snake.

Snape raised the wand he had just dropped, and with a flicker of fire, the purple light was completely engulfed without a trace.

"Are you looking down on me?! Severus Snape! How dare you-"

There was another deep purple light. Snape was not afraid and used his wand to pull down the half-fallen giant tree next to him.The purple light was blocked by the giant wood, but it still left a large, deep mark of corrosion on it.

"Do you think the Dark Lord really wants to ask you to come and kill me?" The smile on Snape's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by the same indifference and impatience as before. "Killing is of greatest use to him. At most, I can provide him with help that no one else can provide right now?"

"Day...dreaming."

The counterattack officially began the second the words fell. Snape was no longer just passively resisting. Dark light and shadow suddenly surged out from between the tip of his staff and his robe, turning into a series of screaming ghosts. Go to Narcissa Malfoy.Then, he aimed in the direction of Narcissa Malfoy and slashed the wand down like a sharp blade.

The invisible sharpness disappeared behind the ghost shadow. Narcissa Malfoy used three Iron Armor Curses in succession, but they only achieved little success.In desperation, a giant python suddenly sprang out from the tip of her staff, swallowing up all the ghosts and sharp spirits that followed.

After only holding on for less than a second, the giant python was blown into flying flesh and blood.

However, Narcissa Malfoy, who had devoted all her thoughts to resisting Snape's attack, naturally had no energy left to pay attention to Snape's movements.Between the tattered bloody flesh of the giant python, a piece of darkness suddenly flew over, and then regrouped into Snape's appearance in front of Narcissa Malfoy.

He just pointed forward with his wand, and Narcissa Malfoy felt as if she was hit by a heavy hammer. It only caused a sharp pain in her internal organs, and her whole body flew backwards uncontrollably. It came out and landed on the muddy ground covered with rotten leaves.

"Or, do you think that your behavior of disregarding death... can make the Dark Lord see your sincerity and want to use your own life to save Lucius Malfoy?"

Snape strode forward and stepped on Narcissa Malfoy's hand before she could stand up.With a little effort, Narcissa Malfoy screamed and could no longer hold her wand.

"Who do you think the Dark Lord is? One of those lowly traders who makes deals with your husband and thinks everything has a negotiable price?"

As Narcissa Malfoy gasped in pain, Snape leaned down slightly, his eyes full of coldness.

"All the Dark Lord needs is ability. He only needs people who are useful to him. Even if you commit suicide in front of him, you will never let him show any sympathy for you."