Harry Potter Morning Light

There is a piano at 12 Grimmauld Place, but no one usually plays it. Hermione occasionally plays it, and teaches James to play the piano by the way.

But today the little guy's attention was attracted by the little animal that Uncle Ron caught. It was a Golden Snidget. It had just hatched from the egg, and it couldn't fly yet. Dying, almost eaten by a crow.

After the meal, Ginny was responsible for clearing the table, while Harry and Ron returned to the study, the two closed the door to chat, and each poured a glass of Flame Whiskey.

"I've seen every zombie on Zombie Trail, and visited every wizard who's ever been on a horror trip, but I haven't found Pete Pedillo." After taking a sip of whiskey, Ron said, "Later I found a clue, have you heard of Death Swamp?"

"Where did you get the clue?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"You know, coincidence." Ron said with a strange look, "sometimes the clues pop out by themselves."

"Okay, then what?"

"There I met a female ghost, and she told me that in the castle outside the swamp, someone lived there for a while. It was a fortification built by Muggles four hundred years ago, but it was very unnecessary. , because it is not on a traffic artery, and it has no value of occupation, except that the location is very good, easy to defend and difficult to attack, so I went in and searched."

Ron put a large stack of photos on the table.

"The living can't live in it, but I heard Pete Pedilou turned into a zombie, he doesn't need to eat or sleep, right?"

Looking at the photos, Harry realized that this was indeed an uninhabitable environment, dark, damp and cold inside, reminding him of the cave where the Horcruxes were stored.

There are usually five-poster beds in Gryffindor's bedroom, but Sirius, James, Lupine, and Peter Pettigrew have four people in one bedroom, as if one person is missing.

"Peter made a lot of mistakes, but he didn't end up like this." Harry said sympathetically.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Find him and burn him, and bury his ashes." Harry put the pictures down.

"Using the Fierce Fire Curse is the best." Ron looked at the flaming whiskey in front of him. "Not only can it cremate him, but it can also destroy the Horcrux he is carrying."

"That means we're going to learn the Dark Arts."

"I don't think there is any problem with learning black magic." Ron put the cup on the table and sank himself into the chair, "although the sharp edge cut off George's ear invisible."

"It was an accident."

"George doesn't think so. Snape is really annoying, but I don't think he can compare to Calvin."

"Because of the investigation he initiated into the Misuse of Magic Office?" Harry asked.

"He wants to kill my father." Ron said indifferently, "I heard that he gave a wonderful speech at the conference today."

"You've changed, Ron."

"What change?"

"You become less resistant to the Dark Arts."

Ron laughed.

"Kingsley taught us to look at things from an 'in-between' perspective. Now I think there is nothing wrong with black magic itself, but the people who use the power. We used to only learn Defense Against the Dark Arts in school. Now we are not discussing how With black magic?"

Harry sighed silently, and drank the whiskey under the quilt in one gulp.

"I know it'll upset you to ask, do you regret not killing Pete Pedillo at the Shrieking Shack, Harry."

"I know you still ask?"

"If you were given a chance, would you?" Ron said bewitchingly, "Go back to the moment he turned into a mouse and kill him so he can't go back to his master."

"Stop it," said Harry sharply.

"Without him, the Dark Lord would not be resurrected, Fred would not die, Sirius would not have to die, and many others would not have to die."

"We should focus on the werewolf problem, Ron."

"What else do you want to do? Kill them, of course, or do you think it's over by locking them in Azkaban? If there were still dementors as guards before, it was indeed a living hell, but Kingsley changed the guards Now that you're an Auror, it's like a sanatorium, at least you don't have to worry about where your next meal will be and where you'll be staying."

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Kingsley asked me to take part in this operation, so what am I?" Ron poured himself another glass of whiskey "I'm not like you, Harry, a King Galleon with a vault and a big house in London .”

"You want to come back and be an Auror?"

"I don't know, maybe I could go to the Wand Registration Board, they're recalling second-hand wands before they're bought by non-humans and there's a goblin riot like Chipping Crombly." Ron drank his wine in one gulp." The mysterious person died not long ago, and everything is rebelling."

"What are you trying to say?" Harry asked cautiously.

"We thought that life would get better after the mysterious man died, but in fact there are still countless bad things happening, why Harry?" Ron asked with some pain, "Why did the two little white faces of the Malfoy family who joined the Death Eaters Get away with it while my dad is under investigation?"

"Mr. Weasley is all right."

"But he's suspended, why would the Burrow have a Floo connection to Borginbock?"

"Your father said he was following Dumbledore's orders."

"Dumbledore is dead, so there is no proof of death, do you think he is lying to us?"

"I don't know, Ron," said Harry deadpan, "but I know he's a good father and a responsible man."

"That's right, that's his strength, but he's not that successful in his career."

"Are you worried about money?"

"Worse, because I'm starting to understand why Patsy was so eager to distance himself from the family." Ron said dully. "He's got too many enemies in the Ministry."

"Are you feeling pressured by the action?" Harry asked.

"What if I screw up?" Ron trembled. "What if the wizarding world gets exposed because of my poor performance?"

"Don't worry, Ron, there's another way."

"What else can I do?" Ron asked.

Harry opened his mouth, but didn't say what he had said to Hermione in the kitchen.

"Look, you're lying, too." Ron tugged at his red hair in pain. "If I screw up, if I screw up..."

"Remember the Quidditch match in sixth grade? Luna cheered us on with a hat the size of a real lion."

"Yes, I remember, you added Felicia to my pumpkin juice."

"I didn't," said Harry. "You thought I did, but I didn't. I traded that tube of Felicia for Slughorn's confession."

"I know, why are you bringing this up?"

"Do you still need Felicia, Ron? I have some here."

"How did you get it?"

"No matter what I say, I am the director of the Law Enforcement Department, and I still have a lot of gold coins."

"Okay, please give it to me!"

Harry stood up and walked to the side lounge, which had been converted into his workshop, and there were some things in it that were not suitable for James to touch. Then he took a bottle from the medicine cabinet and put it in the blue crystal Liquid in the bottle.

"Drink him, and you'll be lucky, Ron." Harry went back to the study and added two drops to Ron's wine, and Ron immediately drank it without hesitation.

"how do you feel?"

"Fantastic," said Ron dreamily, before collapsing to the floor laughing.

"What's going on?" Hearing movement in the study, Hermione opened the door and looked inside.

"He's asleep." Harry put the bottle of potion in his pocket. "The next few days will be very difficult. After the full moon, there will be no broadcasts of events until next month. Let Ron rest well today." .”

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Ron let out a thunderous snore.

"He didn't even take a shower!" said Hermione angrily. "Do you have any other guest rooms?"

"Of course, Mr. Weasley and Molly's room was empty before."

"I'm so sorry Harry..."

"Don't worry, this is your home." Harry interrupted Hermione, "Just treat this as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix."

"Are you all right, Harry?" Hermione asked worriedly.

Harry thought for a moment, then nodded.

"I never asked, what are you going to do with Sirius and Regulus' room?"

"Let's talk about it later, Hermione, everyone is tired today, do you need my help?"

"No." Hermione pointed her wand at Ron and sent him flying with Zombie Drift.

"Good night, Harry," she said, staring at Harry, then turned and led her husband out of the study.

After they left, Ginny appeared at the door of the study without making a sound.

"Shall I get you the bathwater?" Ginny asked, "Or do you want to bathe with James?"

"Not today," Harry said wearily.

"So, do you want to take a shower with me?" Ginny leaned her head against the door frame and asked lazily, "I bought new shower gel today."

"Who is taking James to bed today?"

"He has a new friend, the Golden Snidget brought to him by Uncle Ron, and he doesn't need us right now." Ginny held out her hand to Harry, "Come here."

Harry hesitated for a moment, Ginny took the initiative to walk over to hold his hand, and led him out of the study.

Before leaving, they turned off the lights, and the photos on the table glowed green.

One of the photos has a pair of wings drawn with fluorescent liquid on the wall, and the word "revenge" is written underneath, making it difficult to understand the meaning it expresses.