The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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The investigators from the International Confederation of Wizards are gone.

A group of people from the French Ministry of Magic also left.

They left in such a hurry that they didn't even have time to say hello to Norton.

And Norton obviously doesn't need it too much.

Because during the whole process, apart from his pale face, Norton had no expression on his entire face.

It's as if the whole person has a stress reaction because he has suffered too intense a blow.

All the teachers and students in the auditorium looked at Norton without saying a word.

Their eyes are full of anticipation.

They were starving for what Norton had to say.

However, Norton turned around blankly, ignored the teachers and students in the audience, and left the auditorium straight away.

He clutched his left arm that was exuding a strong burning sensation, staggered all the way to the other end of the corridor, and then passed through a dark door.

Hum——

Accompanied by a whirl of heaven and earth, the surrounding bright and luxurious buildings are rapidly disappearing.

Instead, it was a gloomy and gloomy hall.

At the end of the hall, a tall and straight figure stood in front of the fireplace with his hands folded, staring at the dark green magic flame in front of him, as if he was thinking about something.

The appearance of that figure intensified the burning sensation on Norton's arm.

Boom——

Stimulated by the extreme pain, Norton finally collapsed on the smooth and cold marble floor.

And the sound of him kneeling down seemed to wake up the man in front of the fireplace from his contemplation.

He turned his head slowly and walked step by step.

The dark green fire reflected his back so hugely that it slowly covered Norton.

Accompanied by the beating of the fire, the huge and ferocious shadow was constantly dancing, like a beast, opening its bloody maw towards Norton.

"I originally thought that you were the only one who had the ability to understand the true meaning of my 'love' among the few people besides me. Although your love is so narrow, it is still love after all. I am very optimistic about you ...but look what you've done. You've really... let me down."

Shadowman No. 1 spoke slowly.

Unexpectedly, his voice is so gentle, like the warm spring breeze, like a lullaby sung by his mother, which makes people feel peaceful and happy.

But these words stopped in Norton's ears, but they were like whispers of demons.

He was trembling all over, and the sweat flowed uncontrollably, and soon gathered a small puddle on his body.

He just collapsed in the puddle, although the fear in his body was so strong that it was about to overflow, he still held his head up, gritted his teeth and said with a ferocious expression:

"I don't accept it! Why can't I take revenge? What's the use of talking about love all day long? You've tried it before. Did Dumbledore and Link Foley buy you? Wake up No. 1 ! You were just deceived by Dumbledore! What kind of bullshit love, it's all vain!"

Shadowman No. 1 shook his head, he bent down and took a deep breath, and then continued:

"Hate, this is an accessory of love. I can see its ugly appearance on you and smell its stench. When there is love, hatred will be born. This is not something to be ashamed of. On the contrary, It's the only way you can go on your way to true 'big love'. You're really gifted, really, to get this far without relying on anyone else's guidance.

But that's all you need to do. Judging from what you have done, you have been controlled by hate and become a slave to hate.

This is wrong, if you want to go further, you have to let go of hate and pick up love again. Only then can you reach the next stage. "

"number 1,

I don't want to go to the next level, I just want revenge! "

"You still don't understand. I never forbid you to take revenge. What I forbid is to take revenge with hatred."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Number 1! What else do you want to use instead of hatred?"

"Of course, with love. Of course, at your current stage, you may not be able to understand what I said. So now, all you need to do is just watch and watch my demonstration. I will demonstrate for you , How to use love to revenge. And after this, I believe you will feel something."

Number 1 was talking with a smile, his face was full of compassion.

But in Norton's eyes, this kind of mercy is so terrifying.

A creepy fear is invading his body, stimulating every cell in his body.

"I will not punish you for what you have done, my brother, you are me, I am you, we are one. Go back, be your Norton, manage Beauxbatons well, sometime soon One day, you'll see what you want to see."

Shadowman No. 1 continued talking.

His voice is slowly becoming blurred, along with the blurring of the world that Norton can perceive.

The gloomy hall around him, the bone-chilling floor beneath him, the jumping flames not far away, and even...his own consciousness.

Everything is slowly becoming blurred.

And when he woke up again, Norton found to his astonishment that he had returned to Beauxbatons again.

He collapsed weakly on the ground, leaning against the wall, sweat dripping down his body.

Not far away, the female secretary was rushing here with a large group of teachers and students.

The leading therapist in Beauxbaton's infirmary helped him up from the ground, and the rest surrounded him.

Everyone's face was full of anxiety, their mouths kept opening and closing, as if they were calling Norton's name, or talking about other things.

But Norton couldn't hear a word.

The only thing resounding in his ears now is a huge roar.

After a long time, with the help of the therapist, the roar gradually faded away.

The real voices around him gradually became clearer.

"Principal Norton! You must persevere!"

"We lost Principal Maxim, we lost Professor Lilo, and we can't lose you anymore!"

"Don't leave us behind!"

"You are our hero!"

"you're not wrong!"

...

Not just Beauxbatons teachers and students.

The French Minister of Magic, who had left before, also returned.

He looked at the weak Norton in front of him, squeezed into the crowd anxiously, grabbed Norton's hand and said:

"Oh! Principal Norton, why are you here! It doesn't matter! We will take care of it at the International Federation of Wizards, and there will be no major problems! You can rest assured! We will never let them take you away !"

Listening to the sincere words of the people around him, Norton's complexion was rapidly turning red softly and visibly.

He was so excited that he couldn't put into words.

A flame called hope is being rekindled in his exhausted heart!

He hasn't lost yet!

So what if you fail?

So what if the plan is thwarted?

He is still Beauxbaton, and even the hero of the entire French magic circle.

Because he did what others wanted to do but dared not do!

call--

He took a deep breath, turned his head and looked out the window at the golden Beauxbaton logo that was placed on the top of the tower under the sunlight, and said in his heart:

'Number 1, let me take a good look! See how on earth you revenge with love! '

...

Hogwarts Castle.

Gryffindor bedroom.

Harry groaned and sat up in bed, stretching comfortably.

There was still a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, and his whole person looked softer and more energetic than before.

"Ron, get up, we have to go to class."

While talking, Harry rolled over from the bed and began to dress and wash.

Ron was still muttering in his sleep on the bed.

After a long time, he got up sleepily.

Then, when his gaze instinctively turned to Harry, his slightly squinted eyes instantly widened.

Because he suddenly saw that Harry was making the bed.

And it's still the kind of meticulous, like the kind of tidying method of a hotel bed-maker.

"Damn it, Harry, what are you mad about?"

Ron screamed involuntarily.

Startled by him, Harry hastily turned around and complained in a low voice:

"Oh! Ron, you should keep your voice down. Not everyone needs to get up so early to go to Potions class like us. Others are still sleeping!"

After all, he looked nervously at the bed next to him.

Fortunately, those boys slept like pigs, and they didn't wake up because of Ron's cry.

Seeing this, Ron looked at Harry even more strangely.

"Honestly, Harry," Ron said sincerely, "If you feel uncomfortable, I suggest you go to Madam Pomfrey as soon as possible. These things cannot be delayed!"

"You should see Madam Pomfrey, right? I'm fine, on the contrary, I feel great!"

Harry frowned in retort.

He spoke the truth.

It has been more than a week since school started.

During this period of time, except for the first day, he was dreaming the sweet dream that he was looking forward to almost every day.

This unparalleled wonderful feeling made Harry feel that his spirit was getting better and better, and his whole mood was getting more and more positive.

It is so wonderful!

Harry and Ron played around for a while, and finally Ron, who barely washed up, was pulled out of the bedroom by Harry.

The Gryffindor common room was already quite lively in the early morning.

Students in grades 5 and 7 who are preparing for the exam are occupying a corner, holding a pile of thick books and doing morning reading there.

Students like Harry and the others gathered together in twos and threes, leisurely preparing to go to class.

As for the freshmen who have just arrived at Hogwarts, it is more interesting.

They were studying around a giant Hogwarts map.

Harry wasn't surprised by the scene.

For new students, especially those born in Muggle families, Hogwarts Castle is simply a giant amusement park, or a treasure house.

The fake doors, magic passages, mischief traps, suspended staircases, and more are just so much fun.

Of course, sometimes, these 'interesting' things will also bring them some distress.

For example, getting lost and being late for class or something.

Even Harry and Ron had this experience in their first year.

Until now, Harry can't help shivering just thinking about the scene at that time.

Angry Professor McGonagall is downright scary.

But even so, life at that time was still joyful on the whole, and the degree of joy was infinitely stronger than it is now. If possible, Harry would rather go back to that time than it is like now, the whole life The day was buried in the pile of books, and there was something Voldemort to worry about.

"Harry, what class do we have this morning?"

Just as Harry was thinking about his first year, Ron's dispirited voice suddenly sounded.

Harry, whose imagination was interrupted, was not angry, but replied immediately:

"Potions, and Herbalism and Defense Against the Dark Arts in the afternoon."

"Oh! Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions! Damn, I don't really like either of these subjects! Needless to say, Snape, I don't expect anything from his class at all. As for Potions Hehe, Professor Slughorn is probably not an outstanding professor." Ron complained, "If I remember correctly, this is the first time we have taken these two courses since the beginning of school, right?"

"Don't say that, Professor Slughorn is pretty good," Harry paused, as if he was looking for something about Professor Slughorn, but in the end he could only say, "At least he should be better than Snape." much better."

Ron sneered and said:

"As long as you are a normal person, you can be better than Snape! Oh yes! Have you prepared your Potions textbook? By the way, why do you think Slughorn invited you to continue to take Potions? It doesn't matter at all. Unreasonable, how can a professor beg a student to go to class?"

Harry didn't answer immediately when he heard the words, but nodded, and then shook his head quickly.

In fact, as early as last year, he had voluntarily given up on continuing to study newt-level potions courses.

In his opinion, this is the best decision he has ever made in his life.

Otherwise, he would continue to hang out in Snape's class, and he was destined to be tortured madly by Snape's poisonous tongue and various attacks.

But who would have thought that this year Snape turned around and went to Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Harry was devastated when he heard the news.

He even suspected that Snape begged Link, the school manager, to successfully change his job just to continue torturing him.

And in this way, Harry is completely Muggle.

You know, in order to get rid of Snape's entanglement, he directly gave up Potions!

It almost meant that he gave up his dream of becoming an Auror!

You know, in order to become an Auror, the nwet score in Potions must be excellent!

And just when Harry was distressed, Slughorn's invitation to continue his Potions class arrived.

When he received this invitation conveyed through Professor McGonagall, Harry was both surprised and delighted.

Fortunately, he can finally continue to chase his dreams.

What surprised him was that he really didn't understand the purpose of Slughorn's move.

And to be honest, Harry didn't think very well of Slughorn either.

He always felt that this person was a little too snobbish.

That dinner on the train that Professor Slughorn threw was pure snobbery.

Those who have connections in the family can gain his enthusiasm, but those with less strong connections will be disliked by him.

"Hey, Harry, don't get distracted and answer my question."

Ron continued with some dissatisfaction, "What's wrong with you recently? It's become so strange, and you're always in a daze?"

It was only then that Harry came to his senses again, sighed and replied:

"I don't know what's going on. But at least, I've prepared the Potions textbook. It was sent by Lihen Bookstore by an owl express entrusted by Sirius."

"Really?" Ron said with some surprise, "That's really great, my textbooks are still left over from Charlie, and maybe I can borrow your books to read!"

Harry didn't speak, just nodded silently.

He was well aware of the situation with the Weasleys.

The many shortcomings of the brothers in the family were undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Everything Ron used as the youngest boy had to be left over from his brothers, from clothes to school books, without exception.

To be honest, Harry thinks it's okay to use old textbooks, or rather, old ones are better.

Especially that textbook is still a top student like Charlie.

This kind of old textbook must have notes left by Charlie, and these notes can sometimes play a big role in thinking.

Unfortunately, Ron obviously didn't think so.

Facing the piles of old things, he just felt disgusted.

The two talked and walked all the way to the auditorium and began to enjoy breakfast.

Breakfast at Hogwarts is always the same thing like fried eggs, bacon, beans or roasted tomatoes.

The calories in these things are so high that they are almost explosive. It is definitely a nightmare for girls who are losing weight, but they are the best supplements for guys like Harry and Ron who are growing their bodies.

The two wolfed down the food in front of them, only to realize that the plate in front of them didn't disappear as usual, but was still lying quietly on the dining table.

"How is this going?"

Harry frowned and said, "Is the house elf in the kitchen lazy? That's not right. Normally, shouldn't they take away the dirty dishes right away?"

Ron's face was extremely ugly. He stared at Harry and opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to explain, but he didn't say anything in the end.

But at the next moment, two big hands stretched out at the same time, and took away the dinner plate in front of the two of them.

Harry turned his head suspiciously, but saw that the people collecting the plates were two people in white robes, white hoods, white gloves on their hands, and white cloths on their faces.

Although the two of them could be said to be armed to the teeth, Harry still recognized their identities from their tall and fat figures.

Goyle and Crabbe!

Two of Draco Malfoy's henchmen!

"Oh! Harry Potter! And poor Weasley with red hair!" Goyle and Crabbe chorused. "Your plates are so clean I don't think they even need to be washed! Seriously." , How did you do it? Is it because your family is so poor that you can’t have enough to eat, so you have such a big appetite when you arrive at Hogwarts?"

After all, it seemed that they were amused by their own words, and Goyle and Crabbe laughed together.

Hearing this, Harry's complexion instantly turned red, and he was about to reprimand him angrily when he got up.

But he just pulled out the chair, but he heard Ron beside him sneer:

"Heh! Where do you have the confidence to come here and say these words? Your dinner plates are not ten thousand times cleaner than ours? Not only that, but every time you finish your rationed breakfast, you still have to stare at other people's plates. The dinner plate, when others can't eat it, they will rush to eat the leftovers! Just because of you two, Slytherin's dinner plate is definitely the cleanest in Hogwarts! Seriously, Didn't Malfoy ever feed you two dogs enough? I'm going to sue him for animal cruelty!"

"you--"

Gore was furious when he heard that.

Angrily, he opened his sleeves and was ready to go.

But the next moment he was pulled by Crabbe next to him.

Crabbe whispered something in Goyle's ear, and Goyle's expression changed instantly.

He glanced at Ron fiercely, and then quickly went to the long tables of other colleges with Crabbe.

"Hey! You two fat dogs! Come again if you have the kind!"

Ron continued to provoke triumphantly, but turned around to find that Harry was looking at him with an extremely strange look, "Hey, why are you looking at me like that?"

Harry shook his head and said:

"Why did Goyle and Crabbe come here dressed like that to collect the trays, and why do you know the status of Slytherin's trays so well?"

"Uh, this..."

Ron hesitated and couldn't speak, his eyes were rolling in their sockets, and he seemed to be thinking about how to lie.

But before he could make up the words, Hermione sat next to Harry with the book in her arms, and said lightly:

"Compulsory labor, that's their punishment for fighting on the first day of school."

"Shut up! Hermione!"

Ron blushed and yelled angrily.

But Hermione was not afraid at all, and continued:

"It's not just about clearing the trays. Now the group of people who fought back then need to clean up all the abandoned classrooms. They also need to clean the bathrooms, including the women's bathrooms. They also need to trim the lawn and maintain the castle... Speaking of Harry Why don't you even know about this?"

Hermione glanced at the red-faced Ron again as she spoke, and then suddenly realized, "Oh! You guys thought it was too embarrassing, so you didn't tell anyone else, including Harry, did you? This is really... In the oriental proverb that Link often said, this is called stealing the ear and stealing the bell. Don't you know? Gryffindor's face was lost when you fought Slytherin that day! Especially, you still lost Already!"

"We didn't lose!" Ron jumped up and said, "It's a coincidence that Link came here! If Link came a little later, the one who was pressed to the ground and beaten violently should be the one from Slytherin." There are a few boys!"

Hermione didn't answer, but just looked at Ron with a sneer, which made Ron's heart tremble.

Because he is actually very clear in his heart.

If Link came a little later, he would probably be beaten even worse by those despicable Slytherins.

After all, he is really not good at fighting.

Harry quickly helped Ron down, frowned and said:

"You should have told me earlier, so that I can help you and save you some effort."

Hearing this, Ron's expression softened slightly, while Hermione continued:

"You should give up on this idea, help? You will only help more and more!"