Chapter 1201

"Everything will be all right, trust me! Maybe you don't know, in fact, I can safely use the Gryffindor Duobao sword... Well, although I'm surprised by this fact, because Gryffindor clearly said that I didn't achieve the expected results."

"Gryffindor? You mean Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts?"

At night, although Maka let everyone sleep as much as possible before going out to patrol the vigil.

But even if the big guys lay down, they couldn't sleep at all, so they finally turned over from the mattress and sat up, talking one after another.

At first, everyone just explained the current situation for Harry in one word.

But after saying that they only knew a little about themselves, Harry's experience in the room when asked naturally became the most curious thing.

"Yes," Harry nodded immediately when Hermione asked, "although it should be just a magic left by Gryffindor in his sword, it is Gryffindor himself - I have talked to him a lot!"

"Oh, that's really..."

Hermione didn't know how to describe the feeling - was she surprised that Harry could see the ancients thousands of years ago? Or do you feel sorry that you didn't see it?

No, isn't there an ancient man in the world more "ancient" than Gryffindor who is afraid of making trouble everywhere?

She thought for a while and could not help shaking her head, but the feeling of Indescribability faded a lot.

"Harry, did you just say that Gryffindor said you didn't meet your expectations?"

"Ah, that's right!" Harry nodded. "If you want to control Gryffindor's sword, you need the purest courage... And my courage seems to be far from pure enough."

"At that time, I saw another self in the responsive room - I think it should be a self condensed by my inner weaknesses and negative emotions."

"Gryffindor said that only when I overcome my worst side can I get a pure courage to control the sword."

Hearing the speech, Hermione immediately said:

"So you... Failed?"

"That's right," said Harry. "Although I can't remember clearly, I just remember that I was annoyed by the other self. Later, when I woke up, Gryffindor told me about my failure."

"Oh, my worst side?" Ron whispered aside. "That sounds terrible."

"It's really terrible," Harry felt a little numb at the thought of some fragments left in his memory. "That's the first time I know so clearly that I still have such a negative and selfish side... And more importantly, it's really me! Because I've had those thoughts, but I don't want to think about them."

"For example?" said Ron strangely.

However, before Harry could respond, Hermione immediately glared at him.

"Harry, you don't have to answer this question..." she said. "I think that the other 'you' may be true, but it's obviously not all of you. And in my opinion, it should only be the appearance of some of your negative emotions amplified."

"Thank you, I'm fine." Harry shook his head for Hermione's consideration. "It seems that I failed because I ran away. Therefore, I don't want to run away from my weakness..."

After a brief meal, he said:

"In fact, at that time, I said a lot about the other one - he said that no matter how hard I tried, it was impossible to save my parents; he also said that even for Ginny, I shouldn't take great risks to play any game to challenge myself."

"It must be said that I was almost convinced by him, because those ideas were actually in my own mind."

"So it is?" Ron thought for a moment and patted Harry on the shoulder. "In fact, you should learn from me - in fact, I scold myself every day. I scold myself in the morning and before going to bed at night. I think it can always alert myself. You say... Is this also a way to challenge myself?"

"Really?"

Harry blinked as if he couldn't accept it:

"What about the effect? Have you overcome yourself?"

Ron gave a subtle shrug when he heard it.

"Well... I think the effect is still there," he said. "At least now if 'another me' says I'm a waste, I won't be angry... Yes, that's it!"

"That's just because you've succeeded in persuading yourself." Hermione glared angrily again, then turned her head and said, "Harry, don't listen to his bad idea!"

"Maybe... In fact, it still has some effect?"

Harry smiled and supported his good friend, and then turned to say:

"Anyway, I should have failed. And according to Mr. Gryffindor, if I hadn't had Marca and... Er, he said Professor Dumbledore - they both helped me."

"Without them, I might never wake up... And after I really came back to reality, I still thought that all the risks I took might have been in vain."

At this point, Harry spread his hands, wondering:

"It was not until I ran around the school with my sword for a long time that I noticed that even if I held it all day, I would no longer lose my mind as before. And more than that - I went back to the training ground in the demand room to try. My physical fitness actually became much better than before, and I even didn't look like a 'wizard'!"

"Physical fitness?" Hermione listened and began to look up and down at Harry's body. "What's a good way?"

"Oh, it's troublesome. You can see it directly!"

Harry said, suddenly holding the mattress under him with one hand, and then turned upside down from the cross legged sitting position with the power of only one hand.

"You see, it's like doing a long time of fitness training!" he stood upside down and continued to speak in the stunned eyes, "I've tried. I'm much stronger than before in terms of running speed, sword wielding, boxing and kicking. What's more strange is that my physique is the same as before - you know, I'm not thin."

"Oh!"

As Harry finally turned over and sat back on the mattress, Ron couldn't help coming up and pinching his arm.

"Really, my muscles are not as strong as mine... Where has it become different?"

"Bang -"

"Cough... Ron, what are you doing!"

As he spoke, Ron punched Harry in the chest, causing him to cover his chest and cough for a while.

"Oh, I just want to see if you're more resistant," Ron said with an embarrassed smile and patted him on the back. "But obviously, you're still not as resistant to beating as before... Be careful later. Don't jump too high and fall yourself!"

"Cough... That's for you!" Harry rolled his eyes. "I've fallen several times in the responsive room! Once I hit my head against the ceiling and my tears were coming out!"

"But I have to say that it will make you more flexible in battle."

Not far away, Fred and George are obviously optimistic about Harry's current state. Especially when they think that if they want to stay here next, they will encounter more battles, and Harry will obviously become an indispensable combat force among them.

After all, in addition to this unexpected good body, Harry is also one of the few people with high level of duel among them.

But just then, Harry seemed to have another view of himself now.

"It's not just more flexible," he said. "In fact, I think the key is still the Gryffindor sword - remember? I used it to kill the fire dragon... You think, if I fought with faster speed, greater strength and longer endurance?"

"On this point, I think you'd better think it over and talk about it later!"

Suddenly, Maka's voice came from the door, which made everyone subconsciously turn around and look over there.

"What are you thinking about?" said Harry. "I'll stay, too, I will!"

However, she saw Maka come in gently and sighed helplessly:

"Of course, whether you want to stay or not is also something you need to consider carefully, but that's not what I just mean... Harry, have you ever thought about what it would be like to fight people with such a sharp sword?"

"Uh... What do you mean?"

"Think about the practice you did with those dueling dolls in the demand room!" Maka said. "If you were a real person... I don't think you could breathe in the debris on the ground like that."

"Uh, um --"

Just a little imagination following Marca's words, Harry felt a fit of nausea, which made him silent alone.

After pointing out this point, Maka looked around at everyone else and said:

"Why don't you sleep? If you just lose sleep, I don't think you should stay. I don't want to see any of you have an accident because of lack of sleep."

After that, he didn't continue to speak, as if he really just came to see if everyone had a good sleep, and then turned and left.

But in fact, he is the one who doesn't want to sleep. Because many pressures pile up in his heart again and again, maybe even if he doesn't need a vigil, he can't settle down to sleep normally.

It was a long night.