grryffindor secret

He's doing more nocturnal excursions, after Hermione says he needs more therapy.

"Harry, listen to me, you need healing more than you think." She said, "One can't relax all of a sudden, don't worry, you've been tense for too long, think about how you once carried the entire wizarding world on your shoulders!"

It was like suddenly the world was reminding him that he was only 17, and finally his life wasn't just about Voldemort.

He relies more on night travel, he wants to be alone, to breathe alone.No flash, no need to answer endless questions.He repeated that I'm fine, I'm fine, thank you for your concern, really don't need it.He didn't care how cold it was outside, it was December and Harry was only wearing a shirt and a robe - the sweater Mrs Weasley had given him last year was pilling in the box.He thought nonchalantly that Christmas would be four days away and he would receive a new one.

They all wanted to lock him there, within everyone's sight.He was really, really tired of being grilled about the details of the showdown by all the goddamn newspapers and magazines - even though Hermione and Ron helped him with a lot of it.Being checked on his body countless times, his sudden burst of magic power, he really didn't care that much about it.He knew they loved him, for whatever reason. Harry figured he'd shown enough power to the public, and Tom Riddle's death had confirmed his foolish title of savior—ha, all it took was a Disarming Charm.And he now, really, really, feels like he doesn't have any room for his goddamn self.He also really, really, really needs that to breathe.

For most of the past time, he chose to be silent, quietly helping the professors restore the castle.After the final battle, he returned to Godric's Hollow one more time, alone, rejecting Remus's offer to accompany him.He talked a lot with his parents, and Sirius, and stayed in what used to be his home for a long time, which made him realize that he hadn't forgotten how to cry.After that he had asked Remus to set up a new secrecy spell for the place, even though it seemed like nothing, with Harry himself as the secrecy keeper.Other than that, he refused to communicate, even with Hermione and Ron, let alone Ginny.Thinking of her, he felt a pang of bitterness, she deserved better than himself. Harry felt more like brother and sister with her, something was always wrong.He doesn't want to admit how much easier he's been apart from her, even if it's true. Ron didn't want to, of course he would prefer that his favorite little sister could be with his best friend.But now, either way, he knew he might have shut himself off completely.

He was wandering aimlessly in the hallway, and it was snowing outside. Through the window Harry saw the snow-covered Quidditch pitch, glowing silver.He was seriously missing it—missing flying, missing the taste of freedom, he almost forgot what it was like.Now, the damaged castle has basically been restored to its original state, and the surviving students have returned to Hogwarts to continue their unfinished courses.He thought sarcastically that maybe that slimy secret room under the girls' bathroom would be the only part of the castle that hadn't been touched by the war.He thought he should find some time, go down there, set fire to it, or cause an explosion to destroy the hapless chamber of secrets - yes, he would do it, Harry's vicious decision, it was for Riddle In return, let that shit place go to hell with him.

And now, he's facing a statue of a Griffin with a gaping mouth that he's never seen before, and it's there, captivating him.Obviously, Harry thought, even after the war, the great Harry Potter was still the most troublesome elf.Experience had taught him that there was nothing normal about what happened to a Gryffindor golden boy who was always out of order.

"What the hell is this?"

Harry frowned, looking blankly at the strange space he was in - he just wanted to wander around the castle late at night, enjoying the alone time he rarely had.Maybe it’s going up to the Astronomy Tower to catch some fresh air, or going to the kitchen to find some snacks, whatever—even going for a walk in the Forbidden Forest, but in any case, it should never be putting yourself in an unknown closed place again. Space—it reminded him of his absolute nightmare in second grade.The only thing he can be sure of is that the statue of Griffin that attracts him is the first time he has seen it in seven years, and even this weird corner has never appeared on the Marauder's Map.

He began to wonder if he had made a big mistake by sticking his wand into Griffin's gaping mouth without thinking.Simply because it reminded him of that weird thinker in Dumbledore's office back in the day.He'd seen him stick his wand in, so he foolishly did.The moment he reached in, he felt the pain of his fingertips and the tickle of magic, and the wall behind the statue, which was no different from other corridors, gradually disappeared. He thought it would be another secret passage, but it was a A secret room he had never seen before.His curiosity was fully piqued, and frankly he wasn't easily intimidated by anything, even though he had Hermione yelling in his head, berating him for being careless and reckless like a troll, but that wasn't enough stop him. Harry strode in without much hesitation.

He waved his wand to light the torches on the wall, and Harry blinked, surveying the environment he was in now—he didn't believe that there was a meaningless empty room in this thousand-year-old castle, let alone the key to enter here, A Griffin related to Gryffindor.

Suddenly the ground under his feet began to rumble.

"Damn, I bet I'm in trouble."

——his bad premonitions are always damn accurate.

He guessed that the blood absorbed by the statue triggered some kind of secrecy spell. The secret room was almost instantly filled with a layer of fog from the center of the room. His first reaction was Boggart, and that thing turned into a soul-destroyer again. Strange - Harry turned instinctively to leave this inexplicable place, but found that the entrance had disappeared.He had to give up and wait, planning for the worst, even if Voldemort revived him again as a possibility - of course it wouldn't be that bad, he wouldn't choose a secret room guarded by Griffin, just tomorrow's The Daily Prophet might be about to run a headline about the mysterious disappearance of the saviour, Harry Potter, he thought. The Gryffindor-adventurous part of Harry was pushing him closer to the center of the fog, while the Slytherin part was urging him to at least do something to protect himself first.

Finally once again, his curiosity got the better of him, and Harry moved a little closer to the center of the glowing mist, and he was surprised to find that the glowing figure in the center was a sleeping, small curled up with sunlight Griffin of common feather color.For a moment he was fascinated by the beautiful color, and couldn't help but lightly, lightly touched the fluff on the top of its head. It seemed to be almost the size of two palms. Feeling Harry's touch, it slightly Opening his eyes, Harry noticed that Griffin actually had gray eyes.

"Hi little one," Harry said, giving up his resistance to the surreal situation of the moment - he did do it a lot, didn't he?Instead, he chose to greet Griffin with a smile, and the fog gradually dissipated, leaving only the halo under Griffin.And it was looking at him curiously, "I like the color of your eyes." He said softly, as if it would break if the volume was too loud.

Griffin rubbed his fingertips in response, then spread his wings and tried to stand up.And Harry stood aside, watching it work hard with interest.Harry almost wanted to cheer when it finally managed to stand up on its own in the circle of light, sensing that Griffin seemed to want to get closer to him, so he reached out so that it would fall securely into his palm.It nestled safely in Harry's palm, finding a comfortable position for itself, and then looked up at him, while Harry also observed the little life in his palm.

He wasn't going to think about where it came from, maybe later, just not now. Harry accepted it calmly, he was used to the infinite possibilities of the castle, thinking that a basilisk could exist here for a thousand years, it might be a pet left by Gryffindor, although he didn't believe it, it really The ones are too small.

He scratched the top of Griffin's head again, and it squinted comfortably, and Harry looked into its gray, glassy eyes, and suddenly realized who this reminded him of, and it could only be one person.

—Draco Malfoy.

Strictly speaking, it's been a long time since I saw him.The rebuilding project after the war was expected to be huge, and Harry needed to help as much as possible, and most of them were responsible for Gryffindor Tower.And as the default leader of the other house, he guessed Malfoy was on his equal footing.Will he be as busy as himself? Harry couldn't help thinking that Malfoy was almost never in a panic, except for the ones he had accidentally seen in the bathroom in sixth grade, and in the Astronomy Tower.After that, the image of the calm, haughty Slytherin he had always pictured shattered, and he didn't know why he felt bad.

Maybe it was because just as Voldemort marked Harry as his peer, he marked Draco Malfoy.He was used to Malfoy arrogance, and he didn't think he'd ever get used to that boy being vulnerable.It was the first and last time he saw Malfoy cry.The day he found himself, declared his allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix, and led half the Slytherins to switch sides, Malfoy's expression was always tense, he was no longer as arrogant and defiant as he used to be, he was always quiet, quiet At times he almost forgot he existed. Ron was always mumbling about whether the ferret had taken the wrong medicine, and everyone was suspicious of him, Draco Malfoy, and the group of Slytherins led by Draco Malfoy, except Harry.

He trusts him.

Harry shook his head violently, forcing himself to refrain from thinking more about that Slytherin, and he began to focus on the present situation in front of him.Not sure if it was a wise decision to take the little guy straight back to Gryffindor Tower, he didn't want to deal with Ron and the others just yet.On the other hand, considering this sensitive time, it is obviously not suitable for him to directly ask someone for help, such as Severus Snape in the headmaster's office. However, Harry would rather be with that person with the white beard than that Slytherin The portrait of the old man talks, he wants to wait until dawn.

In the end he decides on their destination.When he held Griffin in his palm, the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets appeared again.

"Ready to start our adventure, little one." It arched his hand, then Harry put on his invisibility cloak, held Griffin firmly in his arms, took out the map to confirm the direction, and then Stepped onto the corridor leading to the Omni-Response Room.