[HP] This deer is not a deer

two months later.

The desolate and scorching summer sun scorched all the plants, leaving the neglected vegetation in the garden dying. The sun was hot without any breeze, and the golden surface was baked as hot as an oven.

It has been two months.

Harry was in Privet Drive now, and even though he was restless, he was still 'trapped' here.

Because he had nowhere else to go but the Dursleys.

—no one would spend the summer at Hogwarts, even—even if he had a godfather on the run, but it wouldn't make him a better environment.

Harry was lying in bed, not falling asleep at all, or daring not to.

"There is still more than a week, I hope Mr. Weasley can pick me up sooner."

It was not yet full light, and he turned his head to look out the window. Privet Drive was exactly what a respectable suburban street should be on a Sunday morning.The curtains on both sides of the street were drawn tightly.Harry looked over in the darkness and saw nothing alive, not even a kitten.Occasionally he would think about it, how on earth did he come back to this ghost place from the end of last semester?

Harry lay in bed, uncontrollably rambling over the events—that chaotic night...the hundreds of ghost pinches, and the real murderer—Peterina Pettigrew.

Not his godfather, Sirius Black is not the real murderer.

The Weasleys' pet mouse, Scabbers, is, no, not a pet at all, it's an Animagus wizard, Peter Pettigrew.

——This man has been hiding in the Weasleys' house for a whole ten years, and everyone is no smarter than a cat. Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, found him early in the morning, no wonder he always made trouble for Scabbers.But they let Pettigrew Peter escape.

Harry tried not to think about it, it never occurred to him that there was anything wrong with that poor mouse, they were all fooled, and there was no evidence to prove Black's innocence, not many people would believe them.In fact, he didn't believe it either, and if Harry hadn't watched Scabbers manifest himself in front of them that night and was forced to tell the truth, he wouldn't have believed it either.

The four people back then, James, Lupine, Sirius and Peter were all partners.

And Lupine is a werewolf.

That full moon, Harry closed his eyes, Lupine went berserk, they almost died at Lupin's claws, he didn't want to think about it.

Everything is too chaotic.

Lupine's appearance, Snape's stalking, injury, panic, bewilderment, anger... Also, that group of terrifying soul-spinners swarmed towards them in thousands.

Until the end, all of them fell down, however, the first person to wake up was Snape.

They were bound back to the castle, Harry could imagine, because Snape was determined to have his godfather, Sirius, executed.

"It's okay..." Harry murmured softly, yes, he stole Buckbeak out, rescued Sirius, let them escape, he was not wrong, he knew he was right, even Deng Bullido also secretly supported and believed in them.

Just thinking about it makes it hard for Harry not to think of Snape—

"He's not transformed!—In the castle, no one can be transformed or restored! This matter—has—relationship with—Potter—!"

Harry rubbed his face, tried to open his eyes wide, and recognized the patterns on the ceiling, and kept telling himself not to think about it.Harry was counting the days to leave Privet Drive. Mr. Weasley had mailed the letter to Privet Drive earlier, and he told them he would pick him up tomorrow because there would be the Quidditch World Cup in England this year, Harry I have been looking forward to this, trying to control my increasingly irritable mood.

Uncle Vernon was almost mad because of this, because Mr. Weasley put stamps all over the envelope, which made people think it was something a monster would do. He scolded Harry severely, But he wished Harry could get out of here quickly.

Yes, don't think about it, he comforted himself, everything is fine now.

Neither his godfather nor Buckbeak had been killed.

But Harry still didn't dare to fall asleep, he was always having horrible dreams, snakes lying on the hearthrug...that made him prefer to think about Snape.

a week later.

Hogwarts finally started as Harry wished.

It's just that his wish is always unlikely to be realized smoothly. Although Hogwarts is still as wonderful as before, after leaving the horrible life of Privet Street, Harry really likes to stay with his friends. The new class started, Harry and Ron sat together, and the Slytherins sat on the other side. They were in the classroom, listening to Professor Flitwick's chatter, but Harry's heart was not here, even though Flitwick The courses are not drowsy.

Harry wasn't very happy - not everything, of course, after all, Harry spent the last week of his holiday with the Weasleys.

They'd only been back from the Quidditch World Cup not long ago, and Harry's mood hadn't changed yet.

Unfortunately, this is still not a good mood.

Another horrific attack.

Attack, attack...Sirius, Peter...Peter escapes hands, another attack in the wizarding world.

Harry was also involved, and it was a huge Quidditch World Cup that was ruined by a horrible terrorist attack - all in all, the detailed process sucks and doesn't give Harry much more than that clues.

The more Harry thought about it, the worse he felt.

—had something to do with him, and Harry began to think about that dream that lasted a summer vacation, that lingering nightmare.

He began to think that those dreams might portend something, which was stupid, but reality forced Harry to think so.

No, he shouldn't have kept thinking about these things, but Harry was still out of his mind all day, even though Hermione told him to stop and kept trying to reassure him, and Ron was trying to get his attention.

Harry was still out of his mind, and it wasn't until dinner time that Hermione and Ron seemed to have said it many times before he tried to focus on the dinner party. The little Professor Flitwick who taught them Charms was sitting in the teacher's table. On a pile of cushions, next to Professor Sprout, herbal medicine teacher, her hat tilted on her long, flowing gray hair.

She was talking to Professor Sinistra of the Astronomy Department.On Professor Sinistra's other side, Snape had a big hooked nose, greasy hair, and a dark, sullen complexion.

Cold, grumpy, and scary as always.

Harry turned away from the teacher's table and turned his attention to the new professor standing intruding. He looked a little scary. His name was Mad-Eye Moody, as Harry had once said in favor of Mr. Weasley.He is missing one leg and one eye. The magic eye is always spinning, always nervously monitoring everything around him.

"And this year—there is no Quidditch match," Dumbledore announced loudly. "That's because a big event will start in October and continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of the teachers' time and energy... Delighted to announce that this year at Hogwarts - the Triwizard Tournament!"

"The Triwizard Tournament was created some 700 years ago as a friendly rivalry between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school selects a warrior, and then the three warriors compete in three magic events. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns to host it... But later, the number of deaths was too many, and the Triwizard Tournament ended. Interrupted."

"Death toll?" whispered Hermione, looking around in amazement.

But most of the students in the auditorium were not as nervous as she was, and many whispered excitedly.

“In October, the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their hand-picked contenders, and the ceremony to select warriors will take place on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most eligible to compete. Three-strong cup, to win honor for one's own school, and one thousand Galleons for the individual."

"I'm going!" whispered Fred Weasley across the table, his face beaming with excitement.

"Only students who have reached the age of 17 are allowed to enroll for consideration." Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, because some people protested angrily after hearing his words, and the Weasley twins suddenly became Furious - because their 17th birthday isn't here yet, but they're just so close!

"This measure is very necessary, because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students below the sixth and seventh grades to handle it..."

His blue eyes lit up meaningfully as he glanced over the rebellious faces of Fred and George. "So, if you're under 17, I beg you not to waste your time applying."

……

On the morning of the second day of school, the storm died down.

As Harry, Ron, and Hermione ate breakfast and studied their timetable for the term, there were great bluish-gray clouds rolling over their heads.

A few seats down from them at the same table, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were discussing some magic trick to age themselves so they could get away with it and enter the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry was still preoccupied. When the students were whispering about the game and walked through the wet vegetable patch to Greenhouse No. [-], Harry was still thinking about Voldemort.

The Quidditch World Cup ruined by Voldemort's henchmen, which is why Harry asked Mr. Weasley to go to the Weasleys' house to pick him up earlier.

...People who were fleeing in all directions...a huge forest-green skull symbol rose in the air.

Mori green skull logo.

All laughter is ended by horror parades.

Voldemort's henchmen.

It was hard for Harry to swallow that ridiculously ghastly sign emanating from his lost wand.

Harry tried so hard not to recall it, but he couldn't help it!Don't blame yourself - no -

Stupid!Lose your wand!And almost became a suspect, if a house-elf hadn't found his wand and Winky had been arrested for him...if it wasn't for this discovery, he would have been arrested...who would it be?What's going on who released the Dark Lord's mark?Malfoy... could be the Malfoys, but he had no proof.

He didn't even know where to start to figure out the cause of the matter.

In class, Professor Sprout showed the class a plant that Harry had never seen so ugly.In fact, they were less like plants and more like black, slimy slugs, sticking straight out of the soil.And each of them was wriggling slightly, and there were many shiny big bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be filled with liquid.

"Babo Tuber," Professor Sprout told the group cheerfully, introducing, "needs to be squeezed by hand, and you will collect its pus—"

Harry was absent-minded until the end of Professor Sprout's lesson, and they had Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration lesson, except for Hagrid's Blast-Ended Whelk which terrified everyone in class.Except for Harry, Ron, and Hermione, no one wanted to touch those horrible and ugly guys at all, and Harry didn't want to go to class if it wasn't for the sake of making Hagrid sad.

The next two days were uneventful and incident-free, unless you count Neville's sixth cauldron he had burned in Potions class.Professor Snape's vindictiveness seemed to hit a new high during the summer vacation, and he unceremoniously punished Neville to stay in school to work.Neville had to go and disembowel a vat of horned toads, and when he came back, his nerves were nearly broken.

"You know why Professor Snape has such a bad temper, don't you?" Ron said to Harry, as they watched Hermione teach Neville an Unscaling Charm that would disembowel a toad under his fingernails .

"Yeah," said Harry, "it's because of Moody."

Everyone knew that Snape was desperate to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, a job he had lost four times in a row.

Snape was very dissatisfied with his previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, and it was written on his face - but with Mad-Eye Moody, he seemed to be extra careful not to let this kind of mood Show it.

Indeed, whenever Harry saw the two of them together - at dinner or passing each other in the corridor - it was obvious to him that Snape was avoiding Moody's eyes, whether it was the magical one or the That normal eye.

"I think Snape is a little afraid of him." Harry said thoughtfully. During this time, Harry's self-blaming heart calmed down a little. Although he still felt guilty about being caught by Winky, he finally didn't Put all your thoughts on this matter.

"Imagine if Moody turned Snape into a horned toad," said Ron, eyes dim and fascinated, "and directed him to jump around in the dungeon..."

Harry wanted to laugh, but he seemed to think of something again, and the corners of his mouth fell down again.

That day, they had Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Moody gave them a lesson-the Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Death Curse.

He performed all the spells in front of everyone, killing and torturing the experimental spiders.

This made most of the students talk about it in awe-"Did you see the spider twitching?"

"—he killed the spider in one fell swoop—simple as that!" It was like watching a good burlesque show, but in fact, it wasn't funny at all—at least, Harry was acutely aware, that Not funny at all, and Hermione thought so too.

Moreover, Harry found that Moody seemed to pay special attention to them. Harry didn't know if he really paid attention to Ron and Hermione, but he must always be watching him.

Even Neville was called into the office by Moody for a chat.

Neville even told them, "It looks like Professor Sprout told Professor Moody that I'm pretty good at herbalism...Professor Moody thinks I'm going to like this book."

Besides, Harry kept thinking about... one thing that was hard for him not to think about.

Friday is coming again.

The author has something to say:

Xiuwen, do you think this chapter is a bit weird?Jumping fast, right?