The Forbidden Forest is indeed very dangerous, not to mention the dangerous magical creatures, but also some ordinary wild animals live here.
Tigers, bears, leopards, venomous snakes...
In the Muggle world, perhaps they are at the top of the food chain, but in the Forbidden Forest, they are only considered to be in the middle and lower reaches.
They can only deal with creatures defined as X-level at most.
For XX-level magical creatures, ordinary animals are obviously unable to deal with them.
Not long after Harry went in, he saw a few fluffy Nifflers frolicking and playing, you stealing my things, I stealing yours.
It turned out that everyone had exchanged homes.
The Tree-Skipping Sprite shyly turned into a leaf and hid in the tree.
If Harry hadn't walked near it, he wouldn't have been able to sense its location from afar.
A group of Hoggraps were fast asleep. They looked like a group of pink mushrooms, but they were covered with spines. If they were injured, they would launch the spines on top, and there was a faint poison on the spines.
Harry, wearing the Invisibility Cloak, took out his wand and only exposed the tip of the wand.
“Magic Sword.”
A lightning-fast sword instantly cut through the night and stabbed fiercely into the head of a Hoggrap mushroom.
“Pop.” The Hoggrap apparently had no magical resistance at all.
Under the Magic Sword of Harry's current 6 points of Strength (the wand added two points), the mushroom head was instantly punched with a large hole.
The entire body went limp, and there was no chance to launch the spines.
The other Hoggraps were awakened, but they couldn't sense where the enemy was.
They could only keep turning their bodies to make the spines spin, trying to form a protective circle.
In the darkness, a wand slowly emerged.
Then a lightning-fast sword suddenly appeared and shot at a Hoggrap.
The Hoggrap went limp on the spot.
“Pop pop pop...” The Hoggraps angrily shot all the spines on their bodies around them.
Trying to kill the perpetrator who hurt them in this way.
Harry stood behind a big tree, his body completely hidden by the towering tree, not at all flustered.
Once they used up all their spines, they would be a group of harmless little mushrooms.
Close to 4 a.m., Harry returned to the dormitory with a cheerful and relaxed pace, slowly closing his eyes to sleep.
Harry compressed his sleep time to two hours. This was the limit. Although the healing effect could also invigorate the spirit, it could not replace sleep.
After all, he is still in his development period, and the necessary rest time must be met.
Two hours of deep sleep can ensure his normal developmental needs.
The rest of the time, as long as he felt sleepy, he would cast a healing spell on himself to boost his spirits.
But faint dark circles still appeared under his eyes.
The other little Lions, seeing this, although they didn't understand why Harry, who normally went back to the dormitory to rest, would have dark circles, but seeing that he was in good spirits, they didn't ask.
Only Ron knew how hard Harry was working.
So hard that he was terrified. He only slept two hours a day. He didn't even dare to think about it, for fear that Harry would one day collapse in front of him.
Ron didn't understand why Harry worked so hard, it even felt like he didn't care about his life.
But he didn't ask more, he just silently did his best to cover for him so that his roommates, Moaning Myrtle and Neville, wouldn't know.
Ron didn't know, and Harry didn't tell him either.
His current situation is very dangerous, and he can say that he doesn't feel safe at all.
Quirrell is already out in the open. He is not afraid of him for now, but Voldemort is still lurking in the shadows.
Even Dumbledore doesn't know how he is doing now.
How much strength has he recovered?
Dumbledore can only say that he is very weak now.
But what level of weakness is this?
As the textbook says, a troll has relatively high magic resistance. What level is this relatively high?
No one knows for sure.
Harry is now afraid that a green light will suddenly emerge from somewhere, and then he will depart peacefully.
All he can do now is keep improving his strength.
He can't rely on Dumbledore. Harry doesn't want to rely on the protection Dumbledore talks about.
People must rely on themselves. Only when your strength is improved can you face all difficulties with confidence.
Even kill Voldemort and avenge his parents.
Saturday, Gryffindor common room.
A group of little Lions were silently writing their homework.
On weekends, the professors would assign a lot more homework than usual because they had two days of free time.
Ron hesitated and said to Hermione, “Hermione, I can only rely on you this time. Professor Snape assigned a 5-inch essay, and I still haven't finished 2 inches.”
He can't copy Harry's homework anymore, because Harry's and theirs are not the same, Harry has to write 8 inches.
As for picking a place to copy that he can understand, if he could understand, he wouldn't need to copy homework.
“You copied my homework, can you learn to make a Fire-Making Charm?” Hermione said calmly.
Ron's expression froze, and he muttered, “This can be practiced slowly later, but Professor Snape will check the homework.”
Seeing Hermione looking at him expressionlessly, Ron coughed and struggled to defend himself: “It's not entirely my fault. George's second-hand cauldron is not very good quality.”
“My cauldron can be lent to you.” Hermione raised her head, “If mine doesn't work, Harry's cauldron can also be lent to you.”
Harry was writing his homework with his head down and said without looking up: “Of course, Ron, you know I have two cauldrons and where they are.”
Ron didn't say anything and tucked his head back. He naturally understood his own level.
Hermione glanced at Ron, then at the little Lions who were diligently copying the Holy Books.
She wants to make a change, but she won't change her principles.
“You can't go on like this,” Hermione slapped the table hard, attracting everyone's attention, including some older students.
But when they saw that it was the first-year little wizards who were playing around, they lowered their heads and continued writing their homework.
It's so good to be in first year, so little homework, it's finished so quickly.
Why didn't they have this feeling back then?
Hermione was not playing around, of course. She gritted her teeth and said, “Ron, and you guys, you can't keep copying homework like this.”
Seamus frowned, “Granger, don't meddle in things that don't concern you.”
The others chimed in.
Dean said, “Harry doesn't have any objections.”
Harry looked up upon hearing this, his emerald green eyes had no emotion as he looked at him and said, “I'm not saying I don't have any objections, I just don't say it. I was only going to give it to Ron.”
“After all, I can still make sure he learns something truly useful, but Ron can't resist your requests.”
Ron's face flushed red. At that time, he took Harry's homework to the common room, and as he was copying it, he was surrounded by people.
The Lion King spoke, and Dean lowered his head.
“What you copy will never go into your brains!” Hermione, with Harry's support, quietly puffed out her chest, and her tone became even stronger.
“Finnigan, besides the time you successfully used the Floating Charm under Harry's guidance, can you still succeed every time now?” Hermione asked Seamus.
Seamus' face froze. Not once!
It either exploded or exploded.
Hermione understood his expression.
“Of course, you're not useless. Maybe next time you fight Slytherin, you can stick your wand in their mouths and give them a Stunning Spell,” Hermione mocked in Harry's tone.
Seamus clenched his fist.
“What about the rest of you? Do any of you have mastered more than 5 spells? Harry followed Professor Flitwick around on Halloween and helped set up the venue.”
“Are you going to clap from the sidelines when you fight Slytherin next time, and act as a dancing cheerleader? They will only say that all the Gryffindors except Harry are a bunch of little kittens,” Hermione scanned the little Lions in the room, except Harry.
The little Lions were angry in their hearts, but they dared not look her in the eye. Damn, it feels like Granger is a little like Professor McGonagall.
“Professor McGonagall is also a cat,” Ron mumbled stubbornly.
“That's an Animagus!” Hermione glared at Ron, “If you can turn into a cat now, I'll admit you're a lion! Otherwise, shut your mouth!”
Ron obediently shut his mouth, not daring to challenge Hermione, who was now like Professor McGonagall possessed.