HOGWARTS THE RETURN OF HARRY FROM THE DEMON HUNTERS

Untitled Part 6 I knew it. It's a fist fight.

Lightning bolt scars underneath shredded hair.

　　Ron looked straight up, "This is what Mystique did?"

　　"Yes." Harry nodded and prodded forward, "I'm actually curious as to why you guys call Voldemort a Mystic, a Dark Lord, or a man not to be called by his first name."

　　Ron winced, "Oh no, I just knew, just thought, that of all people you were the only one who could name it."

　　"So why, can't you call Voldemort by his first name?" Harry was still curious.

　　The book didn't say why.

　　The texts that dealt with Voldemort also referred to it as "the Dark Lord" or "the man".

　　Ron was confused and his brain began to unresponsive, "I ...... don't know, but that's what my parents said when I was growing up, that saying the Dark Lord's name would bring bad things."

　　"Curses?" Harry thought of a passage in Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense - "Be wary of the old, evil words; the words themselves contain the power of curses."

　　Ron looked unnatural, and there was a hint of begging in his tone, "Oh, let's not go on about that, shall we? How about we talk about, which Quidditch team do you like?"

　　Harry didn't press on.

　　Though he was certainly curious about it.

　　They chatted about other topics, and it was interesting to see the world from a young wizard's point of view.

　　None of the demon hunters were very good at talking.

　　But Ron was good at it.

　　Until noon, when they bought some food, Ron's conversation never hit the floor.

　　"There was a clunk.

　　Just as Ron was pondering whether booger-flavored weird beans tasted good or mud-flavored weird beans tasted good.

　　The door was roughly pulled open.

　　A young girl with large incisors and thick brown curly hair shoved her head in, "Have any of you seen a toad? Neville lost a toad."

　　Harry looked up and over, but didn't say anything.

　　"What are you looking at, you were asked." The young girl's tone was still arrogant.

　　Harry opened his mouth, sincere and puzzled, "Are you a fatherless orphan like me?"

　　The young girl froze.

　　This question ......

　　It was supposed to be a scolding, wasn't it?

　　It definitely was, wasn't it.

　　But what should be the rebuttal, he is scolding himself into it ...... Maybe this person is not able to speak, just simply curious?

　　The young girl struggled for a moment, "Oh no, sorry, I'm not an orphan."

　　Harry raised his hand and pointed towards Ron, "He has seven children in his family and his parents have taught him to knock before entering someone's compartment, so why can't you do it yet?"

　　Ron, his mouth full of pumpkin pie, looked up blankly.

　　He was just an innocent onlooker eating his food, so why did he suddenly have a messy arrow shot into his knee.

　　The meaning he understands.

　　But why ...... does it sound so uncomfortable.

　　The young girl blushed up, "I'm sorry, I was too anxious, but Navi his pet is missing."