[HP] Return late

No one can stay out of it.

HermioneGranger is the best of this year's law school graduates, a well-deserved flower of law.

"Justice must not only be achieved, but also be achieved in a way that people can see." Even in the calmest tone, the words spoken are as firm as the sharp sword on the courtyard emblem.

The confident and proud princess of law raised her chin slightly and thanked the audience with a smile, her eyes swept over the audience like every debate and virtual court practice that is sure to win.

Standing among the crowd in the auditorium, the man with slightly curly red hair was exceptionally conspicuous. He always stood where his eyes could see and never left him.

And the moment the lost memory came back, the cheers and applause around were like an illusion, an unreal delusion.

They had defeated Voldemort, but lost the war, rout at the court of the Wizengamot.

The war made them grow up rapidly, and the overly simple ideals of the year now seem ridiculous and naive.

She could understand Harry's thoughts and actions at the time, but she, who was familiar with history, could not agree.Voldemort's reign, short as it was, had done too much damage to the foundations of the wizarding world, as Demographics Corey's thin copy speaks for itself.At the end of the night, she almost cried all the tears of her life, and then buried the corpses of her companions or enemies in the light of sunrise, along with all her childish impulses and ignorance.

She knew exactly what Harry wanted, but the wizarding world was already crumbling and unable to withstand major political changes before it recovered.

There is no new era without blood. Those Death Eaters who escaped from legal sanctions are certainly hated, but the small population base is what should be paid more attention to.

There is nothing more terrifying than genocide. During the days when she was staying at Princeling Manor, in the last year of Hogwarts, she read too many books and historical materials about pure blood and wizard history. The existence of pure blood is not just The simple and pure antiques, the surnames handed down from the Merlin era, also have other meanings.

A Muggle-born teenage girl who was rejected outside the Wizengamot court by the ancient Wizarding Act became the main force of the doves who hoped for peace.

The unbreakable golden triangle has finally parted ways on political grounds.

After what happened to Sirius, a seemingly broken exile.The savior of the Hawk Faction, the boy who was in power at the time, carried out the task himself.

At that time, she was extremely indignant when facing her friends. In the third grade, it was not that she had never had a fairy tale fantasy of meeting a hero and knowing a perfect ending. It was only as time passed that she felt that the girlish feelings were ridiculous.

The vigorous and unforgettable emotions like Harry and Malfoy have been packaged or smeared by various media, and the fragmented plot has also moved and envied most people. Only as a bystander from the beginning to the end, she knows such extreme opposites. The two of them met too early, and when they didn't understand and couldn't bear the beauty and responsibility of love, they bumped into each other and were dripping with blood.

The heroic and brilliant feelings are not suitable for her. If fate can choose, she would rather be an ordinary woman like her mother.

"He still did it." An exclamation-like declarative sentence.The truth eroded by time is just the best way that the teenager who was frightened by the sudden revenge can think of to protect his friends.

"Hmm." Ron didn't say anything, just agreed with a muffled nasal sound.

Thinking of the quarrel before leaving, in fact, after the night of the decisive battle, everyone around me tacitly never mentioned the name.

"So, did you find him later?" Even standing in his own memory, he would look like an outsider. In just a few years of college career, those quarrels and confrontations in his youth seemed strange. , only the appearance of the pale blond-haired boy in his memory gradually became clearer.

After all, I still remembered that in the last year, those details, all the boys around me began to change in a few days, voice and height, and that guy was frozen on that appearance, as if time had never flowed on him And pass.

That's why she visited the former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in the name of visiting the prison after the war.

"No." Ron seemed to try his best to avoid this topic. As a lover who was still by her side after being exiled, he suddenly became speechless.

Whether it's Merlin or our Father in heaven, you see all these accidents, even if the source is contained, will happen eventually.

They walked out of the auditorium, and the theater club on the square was doing their last farewell performance before graduation.

The high-pitched, impassioned voice of the narrator cuts easily into their silence.

You can predict future fate,

But refuses to speak for reconciliation;

Your silence is his sentence,

His soul repents in vain:

That's Byron's Prometheus.

As she Apparated in a corner where no one noticed, she faintly heard the last line of the poem:

"He is proud that he dared to resist to the end,

Oh, he will turn death into victory. "

The author has something to say:

It feels like the Avengers has gathered all the heroes... finally starting to fight the little monsters. . . . .