Dumbledore once said that language is an inexhaustible source of magic that can heal injuries and soothe pain. He has always been proud of his ability to speak clearly.

But now Harry feels that words can not only heal the hurt, but also cause harm, especially if you blurt it out in anger, even if you don't think so in your heart, you will say it as long as it can hurt the other person. Realize that the words hurt.

It's too late to regret it later.

When Harry disarmed Ron's wand, he immediately realized that he had done the same thing his father James had done to Severus in his fifth year.

His father had plotted against Snape. In the shadow of a beech tree, James looked at Snape like a hound looking at a rabbit.

Lily came to save Snape, and his father actually told her that if she dated him, she would never bully Snotlout again and would never point a wand at the old Snotlout again.

James did play the role of a bad guy at that time, and Harry didn't know if what he just did was the same in Hermione's eyes. He felt that the scene that happened in the boys' bathroom on the seventh floor in the sixth grade was repeated.

Yes, but Ron didn't fall into a pool of blood like Draco Malfoy.

"What are you doing, Harry!" Hermione used the shock-absorbing charm just as Ron was about to fall to the ground, and he landed on the ground unscathed.

Ron looked at him without saying a word.

"We can't use fire spells in the forest." Harry let Buckbeak fall to the ground. "Professor Grappland told us that there are many wand trees in this forest and there are Bowtruckles on the trees. Once they are angered,

Will dig our eyes out."

"Shit." Ron cursed under his breath and picked up his wand.

"No... Harry is right, Ron." Hermione said, "Dumbledore wrote in the book that every wand maker will put a protective spell on the trees. If we harm those trees, unexpected things will happen.

The curse.”

"Whose wife are you?" Ron interrupted her. "Why do you always favor him?"

"I'm not taking sides, I'm just discussing the matter."

"Whatever you want." Ron walked over and took the broom in Hermione's hand. "I'm going to find my dad."

"Take away the girl's broom? You are amazing." Harry sarcastically said, "Why don't you tell everyone that you can't Apparate?"

"I don't need to report everything to you." Ron said solemnly.

"That's why you left the Auror office, isn't it? You couldn't accept being my subordinate."

"No!" Ron yelled, "My family needs me. You don't have a family. You don't understand the pain of losing a family member."

"Of course I have a family!" Harry stood up with all his quills like a porcupine.

"You have, your parents and godfather, but they are all dead. Your only family is Ginny. She is my sister. Have you ever thought about what will happen to her after my father's accident?"

"That's enough, Ron!" Hermione said in a deep voice, "Now is not the time to talk about this."

"Then what do you think we should do now?" Ron's eyes flickered back and forth between Hermione and Harry. "I said I used the Fire Curse to get rid of the spider, but you said it couldn't be used. So what clever ideas do you have?"

Mosag kept flopping around in the swamp, and she made sharp screams, which made people even more anxious.

"Sometimes you are really too indecisive." Ron pursed his lips, deliberately not looking at Harry, "A woman's kindness cannot rule the world."

"Is this what you think or what you heard?" Harry said coldly.

"I think so, and others also said so." Ron looked at Harry warily as if he was about to pounce on him, "Did you see those dementors just now? There are so many of them, let them continue to stay in the North Sea.

How wonderful it is to be a guard of Azkaban."

"So you don't agree with Kingsley's policies either, do you?"

"You support Kingsley because of Sirius, right? Because he was imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years, surrounded by dementors. How pitiful." Ron said sarcastically, "Why don't you become a magician?"

Where's the Minister, Harry? There were a lot of people who wanted you in that position."

"I'm not that material, you know!"

"Then what kind of material are you? The one who gives orders to me?"

"You're being unreasonable," Harry said impatiently.

"So you think I look like a woman." Ron shouted as if he had heard a fallacy. "Your eyes are just like your mother's..."

"Shut up! Ron Weasley!" Hermione roared angrily. "Your mother is also a woman. Do you think she would be happy if she heard what you said?"

Ron and Harry looked at each other fiercely, as if they had become enemies.

"If you want to argue, keep arguing." Hermione shook her fluffy hair and said, "I'm going to see Mossag."

After saying that, she ignored the two of them and walked toward the swamp.

Ron glared at Harry for a while and then followed Hermione away, leaving Harry standing alone.

Buckbeak walked over at this time and nudged Harry with his big head.

There were many women who liked Sirius, and in Snape's memory, several girls would be nervous even if Sirius stood up.

He always looked so elegant, even if he did not maintain aristocratic etiquette at all times like Snape, he still looked very aristocratic, but he had always remained single, and Sirius had no other family members except Harry.

With Sirius here, Harry Potter, the savior, is not so lonely. He can understand Harry's desire to be useful, because Sirius also wants to be useful.

But in the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius was at the bottom. He had been idle in Azkaban for 12 years, and he should not have appeared in the Battle of the Ministry of Magic.

At that time, the two of them faced Lucius Malfoy, who had also neglected his skills. Without strict application and practice, there was no way to improve. The leader of the Order of the Phoenix was Alastor Moody, and the second place was Snape.

During the decisive battle in the auditorium, he faced off against Professor McGonagall and Professor Felicity alone. He was no longer the snot-nosed man who was teased by someone holding the golden clock upside down.

If only I could learn a few tricks from Snape...

This thought flashed through Harry's mind.

He thought this when dealing with the Chamber of Secrets incident. Compared to Lockhart, Snape was much more reliable and could do things right. No wonder Albus Dumbledore trusted him so much.

The director of the Auror Office, both Stringer and Calvin, have very sharp eyes, and you can feel the intimidation when you look at them. Harry's eyes are almond-shaped and surprisingly green.

, Lockhart’s eyes are blue cornflower color, which is very popular with women. Now Harry Potter is a 24-year-old adult male and the father of a child. Those too soft eyes cannot

Make him look dignified.

Harry's father died when he was very young. There were many male role models around him, such as Lupin, Dumbledore, Moody, Snape, and Arthur. He learned something from them.

But he will never imitate Lockhart, but Lockhart is a member of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance, and he also hopes that Muggles and wizards can coexist peacefully.

Now Harry Potter is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Although he is a substitute, it is his and the other deans' responsibility to deal with dark creatures. He will never pack his bags when in danger like Lockhart.

Escape.

Although there are many dementors, as long as there are more wizards who can summon gods to protect them, they will not pose a threat like the Cornish goblins.

She was right, Hufflepuff's headmaster showed him a clear path. Although it was not as risky as being on the werewolf front, it was still very important.

When Umbridge was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at school, she used newly compiled textbooks, and even planned to delete the practical courses. Students only needed to know the theory. She was not allowed to use wands in her courses.

It was because of this that he established DA and learned real Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He led Buckbeak to the edge of the swamp. The mammoth-sized spider was rolling in the mud. It looked extremely embarrassed. It overwhelmed a lot of the aquatic plants in the swamp.

"Why is there a swamp here?" Harry asked.

"Maybe the professors moved it here from the castle." Hermione said with a cheerful smile, "The Weasley family's portable swamp."

"Shut up." Ron complained listlessly.

"You're a really bad salesperson, Ron," Hermione said to him. "George said he didn't need your help at all."

Ron glanced at Harry, who happened to be looking at him at this moment, and the two of them turned their attention to Mossag.

"There they are!" Neville's voice came from mid-air, and he, Hannah, and Lavender were seen riding a Thestral each.

"Maybe we can poison her." Ron looked at the three of them and said, "I really hope they bring pesticides."
Chapter completed!