[HP] First and last

Understood...Judy" Lyron stood up slowly, she looked down at Fred, flicked her fingers in the air, and a string of green lights floated in front of her eyes, "Seven hours ago—so, seven laps... No, eight circles" She held out her hand in front of Judy, beckoning her to give herself the Polyjuice Potion.

"Have you thought about it? Lailon, you have to be clear... This is not a joke, think again?..."

She looked directly into her friend's eyes, ignoring the worry in her words, "I'm sure, there's no doubt about it, I think you've already guessed it, it's all about me—or my future self. , dangerous and uncertain... Butwhocares?... If it could save Fred, It was't worth of thinking at all—"

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Surrounded by bright and dark lights and shadows, she saw owls sending messages back and forth, people coming and going in the intact corridors, students hurrying forward with their heads bowed, professors holding wands and their bodies tense... Time was running on her. Play it back in front of her eyes, and then the surrounding pictures gradually become clear—she has returned to eight hours ago.

It is still Hogwarts Castle, but Hogwarts is not yet under martial law, because Harry Potter is about to go to Gringotts... The war has not yet spread, and Fred has not died yet...

Lailen put a disillusionment spell on herself, then she took out her pocket watch, hesitated for a long time, and finally drew the first stroke of F——

The flashing golden handwriting was engraved into the dial with magic, and she was a little short of breath. What if she guessed wrong?What if... what if Fred was still dead?

Lailun didn't dare to think about it, she could only stare at the small silver dial in her palm, the golden stars jumped on the edge, the time passed by every minute, the watch in her hand didn't respond, and the cold corners rubbed against her palm , the tingling pain poked her nerves, she almost wailed in pain...it was useless...

Suddenly, her legs went limp and she fell to the window, her eyes fixed on the candlestick of unknown age on the wall, the sunlight passed through her hands, whose outlines could not be seen by the illusion spell, and spun into a beautiful fine piece, and then slowly faded , became shallower... her chest was so painful that it was about to explode, fear and disappointment swept away all her firm beliefs, and she was suddenly not so sure.

But the watch in her hand suddenly became hot, and Lailen stared at her palm subconsciously. The handwriting was familiar, and the tails of the letters were very sharp. She felt relieved and moved her lips to laugh—but she couldn't.

He said, "I am"

Lairen closed her eyes, the warm liquid stuck in her sockets, she let out a short laugh, followed by a hoarse 'Fred...'.

The double-sided mirror was pressed tightly to the side of her face by her. She clutched the pocket watch, the edge of the carved mirror was cold, and tears were mixed with her face, and then she finally spoke.

"I year you."

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"Gio," she called to her house-elf, and with a snap, Gio appeared wrapped in a tea towel.

It bowed deeply to her "little master"

"Take me to Apparate back to Gerrit Manor - I want you to help me find Nymphadora Tonks, daughter of Andromeda Black - find her, and bring her to me. If she resists - disarm her."

The elf couldn't catch the wizard, and couldn't use magic on the wizard, so Gio inevitably froze when he heard her words, his green eyes were full of fear, but in the end, he still bowed his head tremblingly. With a bow, "Yes...of course, little master."

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Judy brushed her nails expressionlessly, and she heard the voice of her cousin Mellow Willis, "I'm serious, Judy...we really have to stand in line now...neutrality is not the best choice",... This Muggle thing called nail polish is not bad, the effect is about the same as the potion...at least without those disgusting toad guts..."Have you ever thought about the result of our inaction if the war breaks out? The future of Slytherin It won't be so smooth..."

"I'm going to change clothes." She interrupted Mello, and threw the brush on the round table casually. The whole room was filled with a warm orange color. Can't see the slightest nervousness.

Neutrality is indeed not the best choice, but how to choose?Order of the Phoenix?There had been no place for Slytherin there since Snape killed Dumbledore...

"Long time no see, Judy."

Judy turned her head, and Lerlen Gritt, whom she hadn't seen for nearly two years, was standing by the window. She turned her head and showed a nostalgic smile.

Judy walked up to her with a smile and exchanged a hug with her.

"What's the matter, Laron? Any good advice for me?"

"Of course—the Death Eater path is fine, don't even think about it... I think you can try to make a difference at Hogwarts tonight, but that's not what I'm here today, Judy, I need you help."

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"What?!—" Tonks angrily broke free from the strange house-elf's hand, but it didn't help, she didn't have a wand, who the hell would have guessed that this damned bold elf would actually dare to disarm her ? !

"Hello, Tonks."

Almost the moment she heard the voice, her movements froze.Lairen looked at the young Auror's uneasiness as he tried his best to suppress it with interest. If she had time, she might tease this nervous witch.

It's a pity that she didn't, Lailun pouted, "You can rest assured, I brought you here to negotiate a deal with you, otherwise—you know, there are only a few methods of Death Eaters, Crucifixion , Cruciatus, and Cruciatus."

After all, he had been tempered by war, and after hearing her threat, Tonks quickly calmed down.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Take this and give it to me when the time is right." She held out her hand in front of her, where the Time-Turner lay quietly in her palm.

"...you'd better speak clearly, Gerrit."

"Hogsmeade will be under martial law tonight. Because the boy is going to Hogwarts to find something... The Dark Lord is angry, there will be a battle at Hogwarts, it's war... Tonks, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​the best Be prepared, and I can tell you how soon the Death Eaters will be there, and all I ask is this—"

The sun shone on the small instrument in her palm, emitting layers of charming halos.

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"Teresa Bonn?"

The Imperius Curse she cast in the third grade has such a usefulness now... Lailon thought she should smile, after all, she is so far-sighted, and she planted such a foreshadowing for herself early.

It's not like she hasn't killed people, whether it's been ordered by Voldemort to torture Muggles, or forced to shoot down Aurors on broomsticks - what's the difference between that and murder?She killed someone before, but why did she still hesitate?

If Fred knew, would he allow it?

Of course he won't allow it...Leren thought, and subconsciously smiled.

With a wave of his wand, the Patronus disappeared in a whoosh.

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Aberforth turned to look at her, frowning tightly.

"It's not allowed, Gerrit—"

Having let Harry Potter enter the tunnel just now, he no longer has to worry about whether he is the savior for the curfew spell that was triggered outside, Aberforth took a sip of the flame whiskey, and turned to look at the other party's robe that was hastily cleaned with a cleaning spell." Changing the past with a time-turner is simply not allowed."

"This is not the past...it's what I've been through, I've seen myself and I know exactly what I'm doing...Aberforth, please let me wait here for him...I want to see him, I need to see him ..."

So what if it resulted in Trisha Bourne's death? ...Fred would be clean, her red-haired boy, the boy who would smile at her so brightly, who would hold her hand in front of so many Death Eaters and keep her from those deadly spells , She did such a little bit for him... let him live, what's wrong?

He will be fine.Like that line on Blake's family tree...Toujourspure...

Lairen was thinking in a trance, her brain spinning slowly, waiting, waiting, waiting, she was almost driven crazy, and more than once wanted to take out the double-sided mirror and call Fred's name to make sure he was safe, and ask again by the way ask where he is...

She sat stiffly on the stairs, the blood in her body seemed to be getting cold, making it difficult to breathe.

The next moment, a slight cracking sound rang in the ears.

Lyron looked up in surprise, a wand pointed at her eyes.

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The light was very dim, and the outlines looked like a man and a woman—not Fred. This recognition made her irritable, and the feeling of hope turning into disappointment was not good. She sighed and lowered her head, unwilling to look at these two people again. I'm afraid I can't help but cast a few Unforgivable Curses on them.

"Who are you?" the woman said, sounding like a student. Lellen let her thoughts run amok, and her anxiety was driving her crazy. She knew that Fred was not dead, but who could guarantee that the Time-Turner would never go wrong?Time is too difficult to control, too dangerous... Slytherins never let themselves fall into uncontrollable danger...

"I'm Luna Lovegood, who are you?"

She had a little impression that last time the savior boy's trouble at Malfoy Manor was fruitful, Malfoy's former house elf helped outsiders come to cast spells on the master, it sounded absurd, "It's none of your business, girl. "Lai Lun turned her head, she was a little tired of the girl's endless questioning.

"Hey, she's just asking for your name." The boy next to Lovegood said, another scene of a hero saving the beauty, Gryffindor who is too boring, Layron thought a little meanly, she turned to the boy "But I don't want to talk to you guys, put your wands away and point them at me... I'll teach you what regret is - leave me alone, Fuckoff"

A bright light flashed and exploded a second before it hit the woman at the top of the stairs. The woman who was too beautiful and too rude looked at them through the dusty air with a sharp smile on her mouth.

"Oh... are you going to fight? Is this the meaning of inviting me to a duel?" The woman stood up suddenly, with a smile that collapsed in the corner of her eyes. She waved her wand, and Dean subconsciously clenched the thin fist in his hand. The wooden stick was in pain in the next second, and the pain of the flesh being cut by the sharp blade was burning. He didn't care to look at it. Just as he was about to cast a curse on her, another light and shadow flashed across, and a curse hit his shoulder. It felt like a leather whip, and the wand flew out. Dean looked down at his empty palm, and Luna had already cast an Iron Armor Charm in front of him.

"Grit! I told you not to do anything in my shop!" A roar came from upstairs, and the dim light cast a narrow shadow. The woman named Gerrit put away her wand after hearing the words , she looked up, with a helpless smile on the corner of her lips, as if she was about to say something.However, as soon as she raised her head, her expression became stiff.

The expressionless face looked indifferent, and Dean and Luna exchanged a look "Do you know who she is?"

"Daddy said the Gerrits had joined the Death Eaters... I think she's Lerlen Gritt," Luna whispered, and they watched as the woman in front of them suddenly ran up the stairs.

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"Lairon?"

An uncertain male voice came from the darkness.

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She should have smiled, but she seemed to have forgotten how to smile, her facial muscles were so stiff that she couldn't move the corners of her mouth, and it was a little difficult to even say hello to him, and she could only watch Fred Weasley appear in the dark , getting closer and closer, getting closer to her.

Alive, Weasley.

Everything seems to have found a reason.

All results from Weasley. (All results from Weasley)

Lyron wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and smiled at him, "Hi, Fred."

She wanted to walk over slowly, and calm down by the way, but he had already ran over quickly, and reached her side in two steps. Before she knew it, the boy's legs had grown so long.

Fred's arms were warm, and he hugged her as if to block the darkness behind her.

But she was already in the dark.

"I miss you, Lailen." He put his arms around her waist, his eyes filled with affection that didn't match the silence of a gentleman.

Her Gryffindor boy, reckless and gentle, didn't care about her current status, her bloody hands and her mess.

He's so open to tell her his heart, his heart is so simple, easieronhe (simpler to him)

That much more difficult for her to make he see her. (It's too hard for her to let him see her love)

She already has a husband.

Lailun withdrew from his embrace, and she did not allow herself to sink any further, lest she commit unmanageable consequences.She just laughed and said "Take me to Hogwarts, Fred."

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"I have to tell you young people - I'm going to sleep, and my bar is not a train station."

"Of course, Aberforth," said Fred, who was entering the tunnel at Laleron. "I think we should be the last ones."

"The last batch before the war." Lailon grunted. Fred didn't hear it, but Ginny did. A moment of silence.

"Mum won't interfere with your girlfriend, Fred, even a Slytherin," Ginny said, "but I don't think she'd be happy with her son finding a Gerrit—I mean—she Joined the Death Eaters, and so...notorious" "Don't say that word!" Fred suddenly growled—again, at his sister, and Lyron tugged at his arm awkwardly. "Fred, What your sister said is not wrong."

There is nothing wrong with it, she is not ashamed to be a Death Eater, she has done everything she can for the family, if you want to say guilt, maybe it was inevitable when she just tortured people, but it’s just like that when she is numb .

Besides... she had no intention of being with Fred.

In other words, it was impossible for them to be together a long time ago. From the moment she accepted the brand, began to kill people and perform missions, and then married Edward Lennok, the distance was like a moat, and the separation was so clear.

Lerlen Gritt's life was full of compromises, and the only time he resisted was because of Fred Weasley.

She loves him so much.

Love him so much, love him so much.

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*There was another movement behind him, and Harry turned around to see that his heart seemed to have stopped: Ginny was crawling in through the hole in the wall, followed by George, Lee Jordan and Fred, and... Leren Gritt in torn Death Eater robes.

She seemed to see him too, and everyone else saw her as Harry did.

Gerrit slowly raised his head, twisting a haughty smile.

"Harry Potter... nice to meet you."

Neville let out a roar, and he raised his wand. Harry remembered that his parents were both driven mad by the Death Eater's Cruciatus Curse, which was not incomprehensible, but Fred stood in front of the woman, and he looked at Neville Way shook his head, "Neville, she's not Bellatrix."

"What's the difference between the Death Eaters? They're all the same disgusting." Neville spat, but he put away his wand, Gerrit ignored the tense atmosphere, she held her head up and hummed softly There was a sound, like a sneer, but she didn't open his mouth to provoke him. Slytherin's assessment of the situation made her understand that the best choice now was to keep her mouth shut.

She looked at Harry and smiled, "Savior, he's coming for you. Whatever you want to do, as soon as possible..."

☆、After 1997

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Harry didn't speak, neither did anyone else, but she knew he heard.

It seemed that because of her being here, they could only glance at her and then quickly turn away, but no one spoke.

Lairen didn't intend to participate in their conversation. Her status was not qualified, and she couldn't afford an equal price to exchange for this trust, whether it was true or not. "I'm going out first, Fred." She looked up at the man beside her. "I have something to do, can you come to me later? After I notify you?"

He looked at her with a look in his eyes that was so heavy that it made her panic, and Fred didn't ask, didn't struggle, didn't even hesitate—he said "yes"

And she pinched his hair, stepped forward step by step, getting farther and farther away from him.

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"Gio"

"When I call your name later... take me to Apparate to the Slytherin common room."

The candle was flickering and giving off a dim light. Lailun was standing by the window, the moonlight was shining softly on the surface of the Black Lake. The dark Forbidden Forest was extremely quiet, and even the usual long howling of animals was completely covered by the silence. When I woke up, it looked like a normal night.

After a deafening 'snap' rang in his ear, Lailon let out a long breath of relief.

It wasn't over, the woman hadn't come, and not having everything arranged made her a little anxious, even though she kept reassuring herself: This is fine, nothing will go wrong, everything will be fine.But - who can guarantee that all Gryffindors will keep their promises?Who can guarantee that Gryffindor will keep its promise to everyone?If Tonks hadn't given her the Time-Turner, what would have happened to her... what would have happened to Fred?

She didn't want to think about it, but it was obviously not the time for her to escape. Lailun lowered her head and grabbed her hair tightly with both hands, as if she wanted to use this slight pain to remind her how careless she was-she forgot to talk to Don. Max made an unbreakable oath.

"Oh damn...Merlin..." She moaned softly, her lungs seemed to be tightly clenched by a big hand again, she felt suffocated, and the unspeakable fear kept accumulating in her chest, after seeing Frey After that, it became more and more violent, and now everything is like a dream, the war has not yet started, the castle is still as she is familiar with, Fred is still alive... everything looks good.

"Damn it!..." The panic gradually intensified, and Laeren raised her head and stared at the window in a state of collapse. She thought she was looking at the Forbidden Forest, but it took a while to realize that what she was looking at was not the outside of the lattice window, but the face of Trisha Bonn. — reflected in the glass — she was standing right behind her.

"Hi, Teresa" She put away her untimely surprise, turned to look into his blank eyes, tired of asking her how to get into the castle, so she just squeezed her hands tightly, and then she made a decision, "Follow me. "

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The stone beast outside the headmaster looked down at them, "Password?"

"dumbledore"

The stone beast slid aside, revealing the spiral staircase behind.

...It seems that Snape has not changed his password...After those Gryffindors recklessly came to the headmaster's room to steal the Gryffindor sword...Lyron thought in a daze, she walked up the stairs step by step, walked Entering the circular office, there are portraits of male and female principals hanging on the wall. They all seem to be in a light sleep, so that the moment her shoe tip fell on the carpet, one of the portraits made an unpleasant curse.

She ignored it, as if the Carrows had just shoved the Gryffindors out of here, after they were walking around in a panic, asking her and Snape uncontrollably what they should do...

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore" She nodded to the portrait hanging behind the Headmaster's chair - of course the seat was empty, Snape wasn't in the Headmaster's office, he wouldn't bother or even stop her... Who cares if he's there where?

She walked to the cabinet—very well, the Pensieve was still in the cabinet as usual, and then waved her wand and put on some earplugs to listen,... I don't know what Snape's idea was to let him into the principal's room The method became so simple that he didn't even cast a jinx on the cabinet where the Pensieve was placed, as if waiting for someone to come and open it...

There was a sudden pause when Lailun opened the cabinet—waiting for someone else?

However, her actions soon continued, and whoever...had nothing to do with her, so what if Voldemort won or lost?She was so tired of this life--a life full of nightmares, potions, Unforgivable Curses, palliatives, and name-calling, she didn't think she needed it to remind her how stupid she really was when she chose to be a Death Eater. that moment……

She moved the large stone basin engraved with runic symbols on the basin mouth to the table, and drew a strand of silver thread against her forehead with her magic wand. She threw it in, then motioned for Tereza to come over, pointing to the memory spinning in the basin to make her go in.

Teresa buried her head in the chaos, the Imperius Curse making her movements crisp and sloppy, and Lyron stood beside her, imagining everyone's surprise.

Someone might guess that it was a conspiracy, she thought, but who would be foolish enough to pursue it? ——Except for the girl's family, the Ministry of Magic has long been severely damaged. After the war, there are only two candidates for power. The Death Eaters don't care about the death of a person who is insignificant to them. The time for the court session has been delayed again and again, after all, Weasley is the savior's favorite surname...

Some portraits were talking, and she saw their lips opening and closing, maybe to her, maybe to someone else... Maybe she was guessing what they were doing, or maybe she felt familiar? ——Gerritt, the self-willed depraved...wearing Death Eater robes, boldly came to Hogwarts, broke into the headmaster's room and used the Pensieve without permission...

Lailun withdrew her thoughts, looked at the snuff bottle spinning on the table, and laughed in a trance.

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"Remember everything I showed you," she said, looking up at the tall man. "Before you died, you were Fred Weasley—"

The empty glass bottle was forgotten at the foot, and the golden yellow viscous liquid remained in the bottle mouth.

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*Statues and armor throughout the corridors jumped from their supports, and there was a booming crash upstairs and downstairs, as if their companions throughout the castle were doing the same.

Lairen took off her robe, leaving only a Muggle shirt and jeans. It would be foolish to wear anything with the Death Eater mark on her now. She leaned against the corner, listening to the sound of collision Shouts and shouts, crowds of students, most in traveling cloaks over their pajamas, poured into the corridor, with teachers and prefects walking among them, escorting them to the Great Hall.

She took out an old pocket watch, it didn't look good anymore, she didn't put any protective spells on it, it's bound to get bumped, it's just a cheap one, it was Fred's summer vacation in the second grade for her.

* "Your efforts are useless," Voldemort's voice roared around her ears, and Lairen was the only one left in the corridor, and the silence oppressed her eardrums. The silence at this moment was so great that it took her heart together clam down.

She took a deep breath, and then she reached out and grabbed the robe of the person next to her tightly. Fortunately, no one passed by here now, Laeren thought, no matter who it is, it will still be a little curious to see a person holding the air more or less —but damn she was unwilling to explain now.

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*"Remus" Kingsley pointed to Lupin, "Arthur," he pointed to Mr Weasley sitting at the Gryffindor table, "and I lead the team into the playground. We need someone to organize Guarding the entrances of all passages into the school—"

"Sounds like our job," exclaimed Fred, pointing to himself and George, and Kingsley nodded in agreement.

"Fred, what are you looking for?" Lee Jordan's voice was mixed with the shouts of "Leader, come up, let's divide the teams!", but Fred heard it, and his eyes were still searching the auditorium , did not find the figure he wanted to see, at that moment he was almost a little impatient to answer Li's question, but after just a moment, Fred caught up with him and George and said, "It's nothing."

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Fred Weasley was not a nostalgic man.At least he doesn't think he is.

But when he stood in front of the empty pedestal of the statue of Gregory the Flatterer on the fifth floor, he still felt the excitement of reuniting after a long absence, like a friend who had not seen him for many years suddenly appeared in front of him-in fact, it was true, His mischievous time is inseparable from these secret passages.

And Laren Gritt.

"Didn't think we'd be back here," George punched him on the shoulder, and Fred shrugged. Come back, I mean, that toad must really want to clean us up."

George smiled and said "Back then we were pretty sure she'd be kicked out by Dumbledore." He seemed to be saying "Come on buddy, let's make those bastards try to come in these places suffer."

Fred punched him with a smile, and then he raised his wand and began to cast the spells he already knew.

Everything around him was so familiar that he thought he was still on a night tour of the castle with Laeren, she would cast a disillusionment spell on them, and he would draw his map with gusto.But in the blink of an eye, he was standing here alone with his wand in hand.

Two years is not a long time, and it is only a small part of the long life of a wizard.Fred couldn't remember a time when he and Layron had been so far apart, perhaps after the Triwizard Tournament, when he saw her leave and she told him she would be back soon so he didn't have to worry.

So he believed her, and she always kept promises, yes, so mean and selfish Slytherin took promises seriously.

But she never came back.

Then came her sudden suspension from school.

Then came the news in The Quibbler that the Gerrits had joined the Death Eaters.

Occasionally, Fred wondered what Lerlen Garritt really thought of him.She's always too sane, she's got a lot to worry about, and he's just looking for a woman whoever she wants - with him - maybe with George and his wife, running Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes That's all.

Attracted by the bright golden writing on the dial, he came back to his senses, and Lailon asked him if he could go to her now.

He called to the twin brother who was setting up barriers next to the stairs: "George - I'll leave for a while?" After getting an affirmative answer, he began to reply to her, where are you?he asks.

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"Fred. I think there is something I have to tell you." At this moment, Laeren and Fred were standing in front of the French windows in the corridor on the second floor of the castle. Perhaps it was because the students had already been sent away or went to the tower to perform magic. The corridor was very empty, only the two of them.

Noticing her serious expression, Fred realized that he would not like to hear these things, a voice in his head told him that his best choice now is to get out of here immediately, but he ignored it, but nodded "I'm listening .”

Layron looked at him with eerie peace—after she saw him and sent the other Fred to George—she realized that this was the last step, whether it was this crazy plan, or Her relationship with Fred.

"First of all, you know, I'm a Death Eater." She pulled up the sleeve of her left hand abruptly, the hideous mark was very abrupt on her overly fair skin, a faint scar stretched from the tiger's mouth to her wrist, on the young and delicate skin , was branded with traces of war.

There was a stabbing pain in his heart, he held her arm, and his index finger gently ran across the scar, "I think you were in pain at that time," he said, his lips fell on her wrist.

Lailan was shocked, and she withdrew her hand abruptly, as if being scalded. She did not ignore the distress and sadness in Fred's eyes. She knew what he didn't say, but she couldn't listen anymore.

She suddenly smiled and waved to him, "Low your head, Fred."

He buried his head as he said, and what greeted him was Lailan's kiss. The tip of her nose brushed his cheek, and her tongue gently traced the outline of his lips. A numbness hit him, and his heart felt hot, and then he clasped his hands She kissed her waist fiercely.

The kiss came too late.Lailen tasted a faint smell of blood, and Fred's kiss was not gentle. She was dazed by the kiss, and her eyes were hot, but she didn't cry after all.

"Secondly, I'm married." She resisted the burning pain in the corners of her eyes, and looked at him calmly as much as possible. There was no surprise on his face. Lailan's heart sank, he should have known it a long time ago.

"I know." He nodded, his eyes burning brightly. "What do you want to say, Lailon?"

She backed away from his arms and turned to face the playground. "The Death Eaters are coming in," she said, and then she looked at Fred and slowly raised the corners of her mouth. "Fred, I'm Mrs. Lennok."

He didn't speak, a red light flashed, and Lailen caught Fred's fallen body and slowly knelt down to the ground.

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"Wake up, Fred, wakeup!——" In the empty Transfiguration classroom, Hermione Granger was kneeling next to a man, and she carefully pushed the sleeping man's shoulder, her tone full of fear and anticipation calling his name.

"Well," the man let out a muffled grunt, then raised his hand and stroked his forehead, as if to cover the too bright sunlight, he cursed in a low voice like every ordinary man after a hangover Noisy, Hermione shook his shoulders harder in surprise, "Fred? What do you think? - Oh, Merlin, this is... incredible"

Fred avoided the force of her hand, his head hurt, as if someone had hit him hard, the woman's voice came from afar, drilling into his chaotic brain, Fred rubbed his forehead , opened his eyes slightly "Hermione?"

"Ron! Ron! He's still alive!" It seemed that his voice made her more excited. The sharp female voice cut through the originally quiet air in the classroom, and he felt his head hurt even more, so he ignored the weirdness in her words, The brain that was originally a mess gradually cleared up and began to rotate slowly.

The door was slammed open, Ron burst in, Harry followed, Fred sat up, and he noticed the big smiles on the three of their faces and the way they looked at him. Filled with the joy of lost and found. ... lost and found?

"This is—transfiguration classroom?" Fred frowned and looked around. "I mean, I should be in the corridor on the second floor...Harry, aren't you looking for something? Where is the mysterious man? Ron, Where are mom and dad?"

"They're all fine," said Ron, and he and Harry each put out a hand and pulled him up.

"Leron—Hermione, did you see a woman when you came in?" Fred looked at the witch standing beside Ron. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, wearing Muggle clothes?" He gestured to his shoulder "She's about this tall."

"No, Fred" Hermione gave him a timid look, "I didn't see anyone."

"The war is over," Harry put his hand on his shoulder. "Voldemort is finished, Fred."

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*Since Harry's last visit, the stone beast that guards the entrance to the headmaster's office has been knocked aside, and he's lying on his side, looking slightly knocked out, and Harry wonders if he can still understand the password.

"Can we go up there?" he asked

"Please," the stone beast hummed.

They climbed over it, up a spiral stone staircase that slowly ascended like an escalator.At the top, Harry pushed the door open.

He had just caught a glimpse of the Pensieve still on the table as he had left it when there was a deafening noise that made him cry out, thinking he was under a spell, or that Voldemort had come back from the dead—

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"Congratulations on your survival, Harry Potter, I think you have time to chat with me now." A female voice suddenly came from the corner, haha