If Vincent missed his shot, or if the bullet was blocked, Sirius Black would definitely not show any mercy.
Harry felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.
This didn't happen when I was a child and was treated almost like a child abuser by my aunt and uncle, nor when Lockhart choked me last year.
Now facing an enemy...
"Harry, Harry— " Ron gently shook his shoulder, "What's wrong?"
Harry's eyes regained their light, and he forced a bitter smile. "I'm fine, Ron."
Little Black came up to him and gently touched his tightly clenched little hand with its nose.
Harry crouched down and touched its big head, "Little Black..."
There's a saying in the Muggle world: Dogs are man's best friend.
They can understand human facial expressions and react accordingly.
If you're happy, join in the joy; if you're sad, go over and offer comfort.
Even though he was a stray dog, Little Black was a kind and good dog.
Although she's only nice to Harry.
Hermione suddenly smelled a sour smell.
Without a doubt, it must be from Vincent.
A faint smile graced her face as she quietly moved closer to him.
"Don't be upset, you still have Gu Gu."
This made Vincent even more unhappy.
I call him to clean up my poop all day long, and he throws a huge tantrum if I miss a meal.
Sure enough, he's still too kind.
If it were someone else, they would have already prepared a whole set of steaming, stir-frying, braising, boiling, and frying dishes.
However, since Little Black and Harry get along so harmoniously, there's really no reason for Blackie to continue to agonize over it secretly.
Sigh—since I can't have them, I'll just let them be.
Vincent has completely come to terms with it.
Since there's no training tonight, I can go visit Jormungandr.
Do you want to come together?
Hermione and Harry had no objections, but Ron hesitated for a moment.
After taking only a few steps, Little Black suddenly rushed forward.
It slowed its pace, always staying ahead of Harry.
All four understood that this was to protect their master.
After wandering outside for so long, Little Black has finally found an owner worthy of its loyalty.
Vincent felt a lump in his throat this time.
When I first met Little Black in the caves of Hogsmeade, there wasn't a single part of its body without wounds.
It was skin and bones, its front paws had been cut open, and its fur, mixed with blood scabs and pus, was matted together in clumps...
He is genuinely happy for Little Black now.
Harry is a trustworthy person, and he will surely live a happy life.
Hermione saw Vincent rubbing the tip of his nose, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.
Kind-hearted, academically excellent, cautious and compassionate in all actions.
She kept glancing over there, seemingly in a good mood.
Quidditch Pitch are very close to the Forbidden Forest, only about a 10-minute walk away.
Harry and Ron hadn't seen Jormungandr for a long time, and if it weren't for the absence of the sound of a steam engine, they would have thought that the Hogwarts Express had emerged from the hole.
Everyone turned to look at Vincent without prior arrangement.
Every animal he fed became fat.
"Ahem—I just think they're not full."
There's a kind of hunger that Vincent thinks you're hungry.
"Gurgle—" Harry's stomach growled.
After training for so long, dinner was long gone.
Vincent skillfully set up the barbecue grill and then took out the marinated meat and fresh vegetables from his suitcase.
"Gurgle—" Ron's eyes widened in disbelief.
They were so well prepared, even skewering everything with bamboo sticks; it would be a miracle if they didn't get fat.
Just as the chicken wings, coated in black pepper, were placed on the grill, Hermione's stomach started growling uncontrollably.
She walked forward as if nothing had happened, saying, "Let me help."
Harry and Ron stared at each other blankly.
Last year on Vincent's birthday, what she baked was edible, but it was far from delicious.
Seeing the two working together, one putting the meat skewers on the plate and the other spreading the sauce evenly with a brush, and the aroma wafting out was particularly tempting, the taste shouldn't be too bad.
"Hiss—" Jormungandr flicked his tongue, curling up his body with anticipation.
Little Black also lay down.
It seems the food quality is guaranteed.
Harry and Ron sat down comfortably, like two adorable pets waiting for a treat, tears welling up in their eyes.
Soon, the first batch of barbecue was ready.
Jormungandr opened his mouth, finished the food in one go, and still seemed a little unsatisfied.
Seeing its performance, Ron didn't care that it was hot and took a big bite of beef tenderloin.
Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the cooking time was perfectly controlled.
The marinade is well-seasoned, and the sauce is spread very evenly.
I never imagined that Hermione's grilling skills would improve to this extent in just over a year.
One bite, two bites, three bites, and it was all gone.
Harry and Little Black finished their food in a few smacking noises.
This amount is definitely not enough, but luckily there is plenty of stock in the suitcase.
Harry and Ron felt awkward sitting down.
Hermione began her barbecue lesson.
"Just because it looks ripe to the eye doesn't mean it's actually ripe inside..."
Under her guidance, both of their works were able to achieve a passing grade.
By the end of class, there were already plenty of skewers.
The four of them sat down to savor the meal, occasionally feeding the two adorable pets.
Jormungandr accepts everything, but Little Black is particularly picky, only eating what Harry gives him, even if it tastes much worse.
Vincent joked, "Oh, so I'm that unpopular..."
Little Black tilted its head and glanced at him, as if trying to express some emotion.
It seemed like she was agreeing with what he had just said, but Little Black was just an ordinary Scotland deerhound.
Although it was a bit mischievous, Vincent didn't hold it against it; on the contrary, he was quite happy.
Dogs have a simple world; they are good to whoever treats them well.
It's enough that Little Black is willing to step out of his past shadows and show kindness to others.
Vincent handed the skewers to Jormungandr, saying, "Harry, you must come and see them often."
"I will."
Jormungandr ripped the meat off in one go, chewed it symbolically a couple of times, and then swallowed it.
"Hiss—"
"Okay." Vincent grabbed a handful of skewers and handed them over.
Although it wasn't the first time, Harry and Ron still found it amazing.
Communicating with Parseltongue without knowing Basilisk is something even Newt Scamander Scamander, the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," probably couldn't do.
The thought of speaking Parseltongue made Harry feel down.
He was one of Voldemort's Horcrux. Although Dumbledore said there was a way to completely eliminate the Soul Fragment, the most effective way to kill it was to destroy the container.
It wasn't that he lacked confidence in Dumbledore, but rather that he lacked confidence in himself.
I've been studying Occlumency for almost a year with little progress; I can barely calm myself down.
"What's wrong?" Vincent noticed his unusual expression. "Harry, is something on your mind?"