[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

The hottest day of summer was finally drawing to a close, and a sleepy silence fell over the big, boxy houses on Privet Drive.The normally verdant grass has become withered and yellow—since the drought began, they are declining at a speed visible to the naked eye.The sun bakes the earth, and even as the sun sets and the moon rises, the temperature is annoyingly hot.No one likes to go out, they hide in a cool house, sit in front of the sofa surrounded by a TV series, and enjoy a cozy ice cream.

Except for one, Harry Potter, the Boy Not Popular in Privet Drive.

He was thin, with glasses over his nose, and his hair sticking up in a mess.The T-shirt on his body was baggy, and a pair of frayed jeans were dirty and torn.Here on Privet Drive, slovenliness is a crime, punishable by law.

The townspeople loathed the bad-boy Potter they passed without seeing him—he was there all day, sleeping soundly, behind a big hydrangea bush under the window.

Yes, Harry was dreaming again.

Behind the long corridor is a circular corridor, thousands of prophecy spheres emit dreamlike light.It used to be a dream caused by Voldemort's influence, but it was no longer there. Harry clearly understood that this was his dream, and it belonged only to him.

When he opened his eyes, there was a pair of surprisingly green eyes under the sleepy eyes.Soon, the owner of the eyes woke up, and there was a flash of sadness.

Dumbledore is dead.

This fact once again occupied Harry's head.

The old principal said: He is old, and the times do not stand still.

"But the times don't belong to me either," Harry said softly.

His black eyelashes trembled, casting a shadow in the light.

The announcer on the evening news was babbling on about the strike in Spain, about budgerigar cooling off from the heat.All that seemed to have nothing to do with him.He closed his eyes, under a field of bright stars.The voice in my ear still hasn't stopped:

——According to the astronomical station, the most spectacular comet Hyakutake in the past 1000 years will be visible to the naked eye in early March next year and last until June.This was discovered by Japanese amateur astronomer Yuji Hyakutake. In the east, comets have always been a symbol of disaster...

Harry crawled out from under the hydrangea ball.The Dursleys were taken aback by this, they stared, but there was nothing they could do with their weird nephew.Poor Dursleys had hardly any sleep at night since Sirius' third-year visit.It seemed that as soon as they opened their eyes, they could see the number one murderer standing on the bedside—don’t expect them to believe that the government revoked the arrest warrant, it must be a mistake!How could such a devil be innocent? !

Have you forgotten the inflated Maggie?Even if the memory was modified, old Maggie was always confused!

Out of fear, the Dursleys ignored Harry.As long as they don't go out of the way, they will let that kid fend for himself!

The two people in the room kept muttering: "What is he doing? Hiding from the window sill? Is he trying to tell his godfather that we are abusing him?"

"I don't think he's out of his head—Dudley—where's Dudley? I'm going to tell Dudley to keep out of his way."

The discussion about Harry continued, but it wasn't long before the Dursleys jumped to their feet at the sound of a flat tire outside.

After three loud, echoing explosions, a small dark green paper crane floated in front of Harry.The paper was spread out in a gorgeous and ostentatious pattern like the owner: Look up, Harry.

Outside the flower garden directly opposite, Draco slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

But then, the smile on Prince Slytherin's mouth froze.He looked critically at his partner, what words should be used to describe it?Refugees, beggars or homeless?Even the house-elves at Malfoy Manor were neater than the Savior himself.

"Harry." With a sigh, Draco, who was suffering from a severe headache, still held back his obsession with cleanliness and hugged him into his arms.He misses him very much, misses his golden boy, misses his cunning and innocent little badger.But the reality is not like this, Dumbledore's death has brought too much self-blame to Harry-although I don't want to admit that the wrinkled old orange peel occupies a lot of Harry's emotions, but it is true that his boy is mourning it .

What happened in the Triwizard Tournament is still vivid in my mind. Voldemort broke through the defense line of Hogwarts and trampled this pure land with the army of Death Eaters.Dumbledore saved everyone, sacrificed his own life but was exhausted.

The banner of light fell, and the man Voldemort feared most died.

For others, Dumbledore is their guardian, a fighter at the forefront.But for Harry, Albus is his friend, his teacher, and his inseparable relative and elder.

This old man is not innocent.For a time, Dumbledore controlled Harry's life.But before death, he always takes one step ahead.

"I never thought that I would hold a person in my palm like this. The more I cherish you, the more filthy I appear."

Dumbledore loved Harry, in a peculiar way.Regardless, he loved Harry.

"I miss him."

"I know."

The boy's tears ran across his face and disappeared, but his longing was kept and buried in his heart.

Seeing this scene, Hermione behind her closed her eyes.She rested her head on Ron's shoulder, silently, without saying a word.

"Let's go."

I don't know who said something to remind others: "Now, it's time for us to set off."

The author has something to say:

It’s another exam and it’s Kawen’s sincerity QAQ

I'm really scumbag, I offer you a short one

ps Regarding being locked, I will post it again after it is finished. . .

Thank you Ray from 31