Hogwarts time travel

"This is the current state outside the Earth." A male voice came from the black cat's mouth, making Harry tremble involuntarily.

Long-term memories were dug out, and he remembered Tom Riddle who appeared from the Horcrux in the notebook in the second grade, and his voice was like this.

Young and confident, people unconsciously believe his words.

Harry first glanced at Lily, and found that she didn't notice this, and looked curiously at the picture in the Mirror of Erised.

"She couldn't hear our conversation," said the black cat, "I transformed the Mirror of Erised into a self-seeking mirror, which can reflect itself inside the earth, and that's how you see the scene you see now."

"Really, so the purpose of your coming back is to kidnap my daughter and force me to see this?" Harry couldn't help questioning.

"Isn't that enough?" The black cat had a strange expression on its face, "Don't you wonder who the owner of this big net is?"

"I'm only curious about your purpose now." Harry said stubbornly.

"That's all." Black Cat said firmly.

"Then it's over now, I'm going to take Lily and leave." Harry pulled Lily and said, at this moment, he kept staring at the black cat, always on guard against the possible lightning strike it might launch.

But Harry miscalculated, the black cat stayed in place quietly from the beginning to the end, watching him from a distance with a strange look, until Harry disappeared into the hole of the shed.

"Hehe~" the black cat suddenly laughed, "If you have never seen it, of course you can return to your original peaceful life, but if you have seen some things, you will always be affected..."

……

After 1 minute, a large number of Aurors surrounded the Shrieking Shack, but the inside was already empty, leaving only the Mirror of Erised.

Harry returned the magic mirror to Hogwarts, and life was back on track again, but Harry began to draft a plan for "fighting against the remnants of Death Eaters". He didn't tell anyone about Voldemort's return, It's just that it was a dark wizard who went crazy, and he ran away after defeating him.

Harry intends to deal with this matter silently by himself. The current wizarding world is fairly stable, and the return of Voldemort cannot be allowed to disturb the order.

Harry suddenly began to understand the former Minister of Magic Fudge.

Sometimes the truth has to be concealed for the sake of stability.

He even lied to Hermione, who was his boss and close friend, and didn't tell the minister the whole story, but just issued a wanted warrant and settled the matter hastily.

As the days went by, everything seemed to be back on track, the shocking scene was gradually forgotten, and Voldemort lost all news, as if he had never come back.

Harry wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he was sick.

The disease is not physical, but spiritual.

Harry didn't intend to accept the treatment of those nagging fortune tellers, he was more inclined to accept the help of Muggle psychotherapists.

Hermione's connections as the Minister of Magic are really strong. Now the cooperation between the wizarding world and Muggles is getting closer. She even often drinks tea with the Muggle Prime Minister. A few days ago, she even met the long-lived Her Majesty the Queen. Finding a reliable therapist is naturally easy.

Soon, Harry met with a psychotherapist under Hermione's arrangement.

It is worth mentioning that, apart from Hermione, Harry did not tell anyone else about his medical visits. As an Auror, he is used to keeping his family members secret, some working and some not working.

After all, they can't help much, they can only worry about you.

Harry came to the room one step earlier. The decoration in the room is very warm, making people feel very comfortable in it, and unconsciously let go of their guards.

But that was for ordinary people, and none of this had much effect on Harry.

Because of the nature of Auror's work, he is always in a state of mental tension, which can only be relieved at home. Recently, he can hardly relax even at home.

Harry sat on a sofa in the middle of the room. The sofa was very soft, but Harry's back was straight, and his eyes kept scanning everything around him, very anxious.

"This guest is nervous."

In the monitoring room, this time the psychotherapist looked at the monitoring and shook his head unconsciously.

"This information is full of mistakes and omissions, and it is fake at first glance. However, I have worked for so many years and have seen many people who could not come up with real information because their identities were confidential. This is not a big deal."

"But I'm curious, what is his identity? A soldier? No, he doesn't look like he has been trained in the army, a mercenary? Not like, those guys have some bad habits, but he didn't touch him after entering the house. The cigars on the table did not touch those special magazines. Could it be that he was drugged? No, he doesn’t smell like those poisonous insects, so he is the bodyguard of a special person? Not to mention, I think that guy can knock him down with a single punch he."

"But it seems that his condition really has the symptoms of ptsd, but it is different. Is it really not occupational anxiety?"

The therapist's fingers knocked on the table unconsciously, but touched a file bag on the table.

Her fingers flicked away like an electric shock, but she slowly put them back and opened it with a paper knife.

Inside was a drafted divorce agreement, sent by his husband.

The high-spirited psychotherapist in front of her has a hopeless marriage.

However, there was no pain and loss of divorce on her face, but a hint of secret joy, as if watching a delicate trophy. She carefully looked at the words on the divorce agreement, because it was her husband who cheated and cheated. Due to guilt and the majesty of the law, he will leave the house and leave all his property to himself.

Even better, they don't have children, so all these properties can be counted in her name, without children, she can switch to the arms of others without psychological pressure, and start a new life again.

In fact, she had already found this other person early on. The long married life made this psychologically sensitive psychotherapist tired of their boring marriage. She cheated first, just when she was wondering whether she should divorce her husband , but her husband confessed to her first.

The luck that fell from the sky allowed her to dissolve this marriage confidently. Now she only thinks that she is the luckiest person in the world.

So now, it's time to work.

The psychotherapist pushed open the door, sat down on the seat with a smile, and spread his hands helplessly, "Sorry, Mr. Porter, I was busy with some things just now, and the work of a psychotherapist may be quite leisurely in the eyes of most people, but in fact There are still a lot of chores to do.”

With deep eyes, Harry paused for a moment on the psychotherapist, and then spoke abruptly.

"you are happy?"