Soul shaping

, the two brothers sat in the living room and chatted for several hours. When Regulus told him all the experiences of the past few years, Sirius was silent for a long time, and finally patted him on the shoulder.

"I misunderstood you, Regulus. It's been really difficult for you these years."

At that moment, his eye circles were instantly red, and he didn't respond.

However, the two had differences in their attitudes towards Harry. Sirius was still brooding over Lupine's death, while Regulus kept saying good things for him from another angle. In the end, Sirius couldn't stand him. Persuasion, had to reluctantly agree to re-admit him.

Regulus put the teacup on the table and blew out the candle.He walked up the stairs slowly, came to the innermost room, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Professor, I'm coming in." He whispered and opened the door.

The room was full of moonlight, the wind was blowing in from the wide open window, the quilt was thrown back, and there was no one on the bed.

"Professor Dumbledore?!"

roof.Due to years of disrepair, the tiles were damaged and covered with dust, and the shadow part covered by the upper roof tiles accumulated last night's rainwater, which was full of parasites.The shadows of the trees were vague, and two people, one black and one white, stood facing each other on the eaves without saying a word.

Dumbledore wore a white robe, and the night wind blew his silver hair and white beard up and down, reflecting on the empty street like a burning flame.Voldemort, who was standing opposite him, was wearing a black cloak, and the two red lights shining through the gap were gloomy and indifferent.

"We meet again, Dumbledore. It seems that the lessons I taught you at the Ministry of Magic last time are not enough." Voldemort spoke first, and his voice became sharper and harsher in the cold wind, like an elongated violin sound.

"I don't want to do it again, Riddle. My old bones can't stand your torture." Dumbledore replied calmly.

"I'm afraid that won't do what you want, Dumbledore. Now the entire wizarding world is under my control, and your Order of the Phoenix cannot escape my grasp. The situation is over, Dumbledore, struggling is useless." He sneered , the laughter was sharp and high-pitched, and a few birds in the distance took off, singing and flying away.

"Yes, the general situation is over. But... the phoenix is ​​reborn from the ashes, each time becoming more prosperous. We have a steady stream of power, Riddle, but you don't." His tone was still so flat, but those blue eyes were So sharp it seems like it won't go out no matter what.

"Continuous power? Dumbledore, you are getting old and confused. It is obvious that I am stronger and have more servants. Your Order of the Phoenix is ​​just surviving in the cracks!"

"No, you are only one person. From beginning to end, you are only one person."

They stopped talking, and the red, blue, and green rays of light collided fiercely in the air, like colorful meteors streaking across the dark sky.There was a storm in the eyes, and it quickly swept into a disaster. It roared and rushed to the sky, the depths that the soul could not touch, and then fell heavily back to the ground, sweeping across the town covered in the cool night like water, like It's the cold icy fallout from the tail of a comet.

Dumbledore stared at the figure melting into the darkness, his wand unleashing a long bright blue flame.His old injury was still aching, and the pain like a needle prick was like thunder and lightning, paralyzing him.Suddenly, Dumbledore's arm trembled, unable to react in time, and Voldemort took this opportunity to fire three magic beams in succession, one of which penetrated his white robe, leaving a trail of blood on his waist.

The bone-eating chill instantly submerged into his body, and Dumbledore still confronted him calmly.He knew that Voldemort was planning to keep him here - at least to injure him so badly that he couldn't interfere with his next move.But he also has plans of his own.

The dense green light and red light collided together, and a magnificent firework suddenly burst out in the night sky.The traces of wind and cloud quickly passed around the two of them, and the fight only took a moment.Dumbledore suddenly turned sideways and narrowed the distance, a red light inadvertently leaked out under the cover of the wide sleeves, but it was still flashed by the sharp-eyed Voldemort.He appeared behind Dumbledore in an instant, and a cloud of black light enveloped him, like a lost traveler caught in a deep quagmire.

Dumbledore struggled vigorously, and there were continuous beams of light flying from the black light ball, but they were all easily avoided by Voldemort.

"It's over, Dumbledore." He watched coldly as the movement in the black light became smaller and smaller, until there was no last ripple.So he laughed, so cold and full of self-satisfaction, and the black shadow fell straight down, into the courtyard of Black's ancestral house, and disappeared with a tragic thud.

Voldemort stared at the old house that looked nothing special for a long time, then turned around and unfolded his black robe, flying away like a big bat.His laughter still rang out over the town, for a long time.

And in a corner he couldn't see, a pair of bright blue eyes opened in a pitch-black haze.He stared at the figure that merged with the night, and a black light suddenly rose and flew straight towards him.

It sank into darkness.

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☆, die without regret

Harry had imagined countless times what the big war would be like.However, no matter how many imaginings and descriptions, it is far less than the real shock—in fact, everything is the same, the sun still rises from the horizon, casting cold sunlight on the woods and the castle; the cafeteria is full of noisy boys and girls, There are people talking loudly in the corridor; birds are flying in the sky, and the field is completely empty; the boy he loves is sitting beside him, accompanying him in a daze.There was no difference, only his heart was burning silently.

"They're coming," said Harry suddenly.

"Yes. Look at the sky over there." Riddle raised his head to face the sun, the clear light outlined his outline so clearly and transparently, as if coated with a layer of ice, it was too beautiful to dare touch.

Harry followed his gaze, and there was a cloud of mist slowly moving here, like a continuous flock of crows.Harry stood up involuntarily.

"They've come," he whispered.

All the students gathered in the Great Hall, and since the dismissal of those Death Eaters, they had resumed the regular configuration of the four colleges.And the teachers are all sitting on the teacher's bench, ready to fight.

Mag stood in the center of the auditorium, she looked around solemnly, her sharp eyes swept over everyone's faces.She cleared her throat and said loudly: "The devil and his Death Eaters have come, and they are coming to take Hogwarts, the last piece of fertile ground in Britain. We cannot surrender, we cannot yield, even if we bite Gritting our teeth and persevering... For our family, our friends, our beliefs, our future, and where we are going, we will go forward without fear of difficulties."

She paused, looked at the silent crowd, and continued: "But each of you has your own choice, and I can't stop you from making your own choice. Adult students can choose to stay and fight, or You can choose to leave, underage students follow their dean to evacuate the school, start now!"

The students stood up one after another, their eyes full of dignity.Crabbe stood up too, and he glanced in Draco's direction, only to find that there was no one there.He hurriedly looked at the Gryffindor seats again, Hermione and Ron's seats were also empty.Realizing something, he narrowed his eyes.

Professor McGonagall raised her wand, she raised her head, and the tip of the wand gathered a faint blue light beam. The light beam connected to each node of the castle, overlapped in the air, and formed countless shuttles of blue light bridges, like a giant spherical net Protect Hogwarts.

The black mist finally descended, and Death Eaters, Dementors, Giants, and Werewolves descended from the clouds one after another, surrounding the ancient magic school.They bumped against the solid protective shield, while the black man who led them watched all this silently, stretching out pale spider-like five fingers, and the black nails were shrouded in light.

"Go." He whispered, and the black light pierced through the clouds, landed on the protective shield, and ignited a spark.

"Come on—!"

Shouts, the sound of magic shuttles, and the sound of masonry splashing instantly enveloped the surroundings. Teachers and students fighting Death Eaters, the black mist formed by the gathering of dementors, and giants who snatched fleeing students from the high-rise corridors could be seen everywhere.

Ron, Hermione, and Draco ran carefully along the secret path. They avoided the spells that were being fired in all directions. When passing through a corridor, Draco suddenly pulled Hermione back, and the ceiling above his head suddenly broke It became a few petals and fell down, smashing to pieces on the ground.

"I said, what Harry said was, let's find some people to rescue him, not let us go ourselves!" Ron was out of breath from running, and he rested against the wall for a while, while the two Running forward as if tireless, so he could only grit his teeth and catch up.

"I know, but who else can do this besides us? The professors have to fight the Death Eaters, and we don't trust the other students..."

"But how do we get him out?"

"I'll carry him." Draco said suddenly.A long split ditch appeared in front of them, with a width of two meters, and burnt black and red traces remained on the edge.Ron threw a stone in, and the stone burned to ash before it hit the bottom of the ditch.

They looked at each other, and Draco said that he could try a run-up long jump, jumping two meters should be no problem, and then he could find a way to pull them over.Ron naturally not to be outdone said that he could do it without his help.

Hermione watched in horror as the two started running from ten meters away, and she suddenly became frightened, what if they didn't stop and slid directly into the deep ditch?She was about to express her concerns, but she saw a huge foot descending from the sky, stomping hard on the ground, shaking them far away.

The giant bent down and stared at them from the gap between the floors with eyes as big as copper bells. He folded his hands together and severed the corridor, took another step closer, and stretched out his hands to grab them in the air, trying to catch them all.

Ron and the others retreated to the wall and dodged in a hurry. There were large broken bricks all around, blocking the front and rear corridors tightly.The giant got closer and closer, and half of the floor was demolished by him. Ron and Draco blocked Hermione behind them. They pierced through all the flying stones and gritted their teeth to support them.

"Come here!" A voice suddenly sounded from behind a huge group of rubble, and they looked back, and it turned out to be Crabbe.He was standing next to a big stone, and behind him was a narrow path covered by the stone, and it was dark and he didn't know where it led.

They looked at each other, wondering if they should believe him.Both Hermione and Ron looked at Draco, waiting for him to make a decision.Draco looked at Crabbe, the air was smoggy and the smell of stone chips and dust was unpleasant.Their gazes collided across the air, traveling through the entire distance of youth.

"It's fine if you don't believe it!" Seeing his hesitation, Crabbe stomped his feet bitterly, "Let you be trampled to death by giants, I don't care!"

"Wait, Crabbe, when did you start following us?" Draco asked hastily.

"I've been following you since the beginning, why are you asking this?"

"That's probably the worst decision you've ever made." Draco shrugged.He nodded to them, climbed the rock first, jumped down and landed beside Crabbe, and held out his hands to catch the other two.When Ron and Hermione stood still, Crabbe didn't say anything, and moved the stones piled up at the intersection and led them inside.

The alley was pitch black, and the lighting spell could only light up a small part.They avoided the scattered stones and dead animals on the ground, and endured the unpleasant smell of decay in the stagnant air.

"Hey, what the hell are you going to do?" Crabbe asked.

"Go to the infirmary to save people." Draco replied succinctly.

"Infirmary? Is there anyone else there?"

"As far as we know, there should be." Draco and Hermione glanced at each other, "I don't know if the other students escaped, but Professor Lockhart..."

"Huh? Are you idiots? Why do you care about that idiot's life—" As soon as the words fell, Crabbe knew he was wrong, because the faces of the three people became very ugly, and he quickly waved his hands, "Uh ...you pretend I didn't say anything."

They were silent all the way.After walking through the narrow and narrow alleys, there is the backyard of the teaching building, where many teachers and students are fighting with Death Eaters, and the sound of chanting spells and the swishing sound of flying magic are all in your ears.They ran through the crowd as unobtrusively as possible to the infirmary, only to find that it was surrounded by dementors, blocking the door to keep those inside from getting out and those outside from getting in.

"Let us out!"

"Save us!"

The students who were still in the ward slapped the windows and shouted in horror, panicked.A few girls started crying, and a few boys smashed the glass and wanted to jump out, but they were startled by the dementors surrounding them, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

"Which of you knows the Patronus Charm?" Hermione asked anxiously, and they all shook their heads.She had no choice but to close her eyes, trying to recall her happiest events, but the chill that penetrated her bones only allowed her to see an empty white space. broke her heart.

Silver mist from the tip of the staff spewed and was swallowed, and the dementor turned toward them, opening its hollow, leaking maw.They were backing away, and Hermione was too nervous to hold her wand, when someone took her wand-holding hand.

The hand was warm and firm, pressing down on her jaw from below, Hermione looked up, and Draco was looking at her, nodding at her.At that moment, she felt as if she had returned to the Triwizard Tournament. They ran under the scorching sun, ran through blood and tears and parting together, without hesitation or fear.

Hermione turned her head and looked resolutely at the dementors that were gathering towards them. She raised her wand and shouted loudly: "Call God for protection!"

A beautiful silver otter leaped from the tip of the staff and charged at the group of dementors, swimming gracefully, driving the darkness away.A smile appeared on Hermione's pale face, she beckoned them to run into the infirmary, and Ron suddenly noticed that the shadow under his feet was gradually expanding. burning boulder.

"No...no-no-no! Come out!"

"Boom!" A rock the size of a house fell from the sky and fell heavily, smashing through the entire infirmary.For a while, dust was flying, stones were splashing, and broken glass was splashing everywhere like light rain. They lay on the ground and hugged their heads, resisting the waves of air, and their mouths were full of stone chips.

When the dust settled, Hermione stood up staggeringly, staring blankly at the hill-like black rock, her chest was so hot and painful that she almost wanted to vomit.

"Crabbe!" A boy's scream brought her back from her trance, she looked down, Draco was squatting on the edge of the rock, pulling Crabbe's hand hard - half of his body was pressed against the stone Down there, the pain was unbearable.

"Shattered to pieces!" Ron yelled, raising his wand, but the spell hit the rocks only to set off a burst of flame that nearly singed their hair.

There are rumbling footsteps and cries in my ears, and the wind blows on their dirty faces with the smell of sand and blood. Everyone is fighting for their different beliefs.Countless people shed blood and died here, and the rising and setting of the sun has nothing to do with them.

Draco was still trying in vain to drag Crabbe out, his eyes red and his jaw clenched, while the latter shook his head and wrenched himself free.

"It's no use, Malfoy. Run away—run away."

"No, I can't leave you alone!"

"Come on, be sober, you can't save everyone! You can't save everyone in the infirmary, this is life! Run away... Don't you always know how to choose!" Crabbe said at the end. Choked up, he felt that this was probably the most exciting thing he had ever said in his life, but unfortunately there were only a few listeners.

I don’t know if my parents will be sad when they know that he didn’t evacuate Hogwarts, but died here... He thought vaguely, they must be sad, after all, they love him so much, and he also loves Hogwarts. them.

It was crumbling before my eyes, and gravel was constantly pouring down with fire, like a purgatory on earth.Huge footsteps vibrated in his ears, and he saw Hermione and Ron tearing Draco back as they wept, their dusty faces leaving two dimples.Draco struggled, but was forcibly taken away by them. He watched them gradually disappear at the junction of the smoke and pillars, and finally closed his eyes in peace.

no regrets.I've done everything I can.

Also, I'm sorry, Dad, Mom.

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☆, miracle

Harry stood on the observatory wrapped in the Invisibility Cloak.Looking down from a high altitude, he could see the fierce battle going on almost everywhere, with sparks flying everywhere, making one's heartstrings tense.The whole of Hogwarts is like a huge brass pipe, and the passionate battle songs, desperate shallow singing, and sad elegy are all hovering and echoing, lonely and hesitant.

He quietly watched his comrades fight bloody battles without saying a word.

"Why hasn't he shown up yet?" Harry asked in a low voice, as if talking to himself, "Didn't he come to kill me?"

"He's here to kill both of us." A voice sounded in his mind, and Harry was startled, as if he had grasped something, but couldn't remember it.

"Last night, there was an emergency communication from No. 12, Gemory Square. Dumbledore was attacked by him, his condition deteriorated, and he became unconscious." Riddle said slowly, "Based on what I know about Dumbledore—before Plus now—he's unlikely to be badly wounded twice by him. Dumbledore must have left some foreshadowing, we just don't know what."

"Then how should we cooperate with him?" Harry frowned worriedly.

"You don't need to deliberately think about what he left behind. Follow the established track, and we will definitely know what he wants to say to us." He appeared beside him and pulled off his invisibility cloak .They held hands and looked at the scorching sun in the sky. Surrounded by ancient castles, woods and magic, it represented some kind of eternal eternity, guiding them forward in the dark.

"Tom, do you think he is preparing a magic circle to swallow you?" Harry suddenly thought of something and asked.

"Huh?... There is a possibility. But preparing a magic circle is a very time-consuming thing. The magic circle in Malfoy Manor - I heard you say it is as big as fifty square meters, and it takes a lot of time to draw it." One month, not to mention preparing materials."

"But if not, then what is he waiting for?"

"Whatever he's waiting for, we shouldn't let him take the initiative. Let him come here, Harry—we can never give him the chance to decide where the battle will take place," he said, his voice majestic and cold, as if The emperor who reigns over the world, stands on the top of all people and looks down on all beings.

Harry nodded solemnly, solemnly rolled up his wide left sleeve, and pressed hard on the dark Dark Mark.His arm suddenly became hot and burning, and the pain from the scorching skin made him calmer and more excited. His green pupils became brighter and brighter, but his eyes became clearer and brighter. All the confusion, doubts and anxiety were dispelled. At this time There is only one belief in his heart——

win.

And they will win.

The sun appears and disappears in the clouds, and the light shining into the observatory is also bright and dark, like the rotation of a wheel cutting the field of vision into countless slices.They stand above the suffering and noise, listening to the inner symphony in the silence, light and heavy.They are ready to go, determined to face the most terrifying darkness.

Harry opened his eyes, and he saw a black figure standing out of nowhere, the black robe fluttering.He was like a dark nightmare, devouring all the light.Harry looked at him intently, without a hint of fear in his eyes.

He has been waiting for a long time.

"I think you must have been waiting for a long time." They were silent for a long time, and Voldemort spoke first, "But all this will end soon, much sooner than you think."

"I hope so. We've suffered long enough," said Harry flatly, drawing his wand.

"You should learn to enjoy it, Potter. I think you've adjusted well in the Ministry of Magic, why did you run away?" Voldemort curled his mouth viciously, his eyes full of sneer, "Learn to adapt to the dark, enjoy the dark, control Power, that's what I want you to understand. You've learned faster than I could have imagined, and I know you'll love it all... come back to me, Potter. You'll get what you want Everything, I can assure you."

"Oh, shut up. Do you think it's useful to say this now?" Riddle wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, kissed Harry's scar as if swearing, and looked up at him provocatively, "You His sworn enemy, and I am not. You will die, and I will be with him, forever and ever...! You are only one, until death!"

"Really?" The red light in the two gaps became more intense, like a fire burning in the world, he raised the yew wand, and Harry also picked up the wand at the same time, two rays of light sprayed from the wand indiscriminately out, colliding together in the air.Harry had expected them to cancel each other out into a cloud of light, as he had done before - but they didn't.

The two beams of light formed a bridge of light in the air, and the bridge of light connected the two wands. Harry and Voldemort, who were holding wands, both rose up. They looked at this scene in amazement, and they didn't know what happened.

Beads of light began to appear drop by drop on the light bridge, and they kept shaking, moving left and right for a while, swaying erratically.Harry put all his strength into the wand, causing the light beads to move in the direction of Voldemort, but Riddle suddenly rushed out of the rooftop and rushed towards Voldemort.He spread his arms, and his body was floating in the air; his right hand stretched forward, and his wand was aimed at him.

But Voldemort was already prepared, he moved forward suddenly, as if sending himself in front of him, grabbed his hand firmly, and pulled him down.Riddle hurriedly switched his body to incorporeal mode, only to find that he was being held even tighter instead. That hand seemed to be able to directly burn his soul, almost tearing his hand apart.

"You can continue to use the incorporeal mode, so that you can burn yourself to ashes without me! Hahahahahahaha!" He laughed cruelly, as if he had never encountered such a happy thing, "Enjoy the great gift I prepared for you, the other me... You are the one who will die, and I am the one who will rule the world. You are the loser who will not be remembered!"

The bridge of light between the wands suddenly broke, and Harry fell hard to the ground. Regardless of the pain, he quickly got up and ran to the window, only to see the two figures falling together.The wind poured into his ears, and he couldn't hear anything, but his throat was cut when he shouted loudly, tears squeezed out from the corners of his eyes, and covered his face coldly.

No... Impossible... Impossible, he will come back... The spirit body can't be too far away from the Horcrux, he can't really fall... Even if he does fall, it won't matter, he is a spirit body...?Harry trembled to comfort himself, but his heart became more and more uneasy. He wiped away his tears in a panic, but found something hitting his chest. Looking down, the locket was shaking up and down violently, as if something was about to struggle from it come out.It shook so hard Harry had trouble grabbing it.Suddenly, it jumped upwards, detached from his neck and flew out, and jumped out of the window.

"No - don't -" Harry cried desperately, reaching out to grab it back, fingers flailing in the air trying to get close to the thin, worn and faded chain.Half of his body has already leaned out of the window, but he still refuses to give up, and still wants to get closer... But the locket still fell without hesitation, into the abyss.

"No-no-no-" His arms hung down weakly, and he collapsed on the window frame, tears pouring out uncontrollably.He wept softly.

Suddenly, something ignited his vision. Harry raised his head, looked at it suspiciously for a while, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"This...this is..."

Sirius, who was fighting Bellatrix, suddenly felt a scorching heat on his back. He quickly squatted down and flashed a magic beam from his cousin, aimed at the timing and fired a stun spell, but it only hit the stone.

The ground suddenly shook, as if a mighty force was about to break free from the dusty shackles and appear in the world. Everyone couldn't stand firm and was forced to end the battle.They were stunned, and the ground was cracked, bright red, dark green, dark blue, and black beams of light hovered from the cracks in the stone. They rose to a height of [-] meters, interweaving into huge ancient lines above people's heads.The rays of light flashed in the runes, as if there were fish and birds sneaking, or dragons going out to sea, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning kept splitting across the mountain, and thunder was rolling.It's like a miracle has come to the world.

"This...what the hell is this..."

Everyone raised their heads, and after the light beams of various colors converged, they began to rotate at high speed. The various small magic circles, large and small, drawn on the ground were projected into the air several hundred meters away, rotating at different angles and frequencies. They shattered sound and light into a chaotic storm of elements.

And those thick beams of light went straight to the sky, illuminating everyone's faces in colorful colors. It was like a temple built in heaven. Add body, face like frost.

"Merlin's socks... I have never seen them in my life..."

"What is it..."

"That's a god...a great sage..."

"God? God doesn't exist in this world!"

Some, however, have worshiped the miracle in the sky, knelt down, wept bitterly, and pleaded for the unreachable light.

This sacrificial atmosphere swept across Hogwarts in an instant. At a glance, people were kneeling and begging everywhere. They seemed to have forgotten the war and made opposite wishes to unknown gods.

May we win the war, drive the cloud away, and be free.

May we win the war, change the world, and claim power.

At this moment, whether it was Hogwarts teachers and students or intruders, Order of the Phoenix or Death Eaters, they all put down their weapons and prayed together.

Perhaps they are the same only in their eagerness to win.

on the observatory.The windows on eight sides were open, and the black gale between the sky and the earth brought raindrops and wrapped the boy who was sitting slumped on the ground.He hugged himself tightly, looking from between his knees at the marble floor, at himself reflected in the marble floor, eyes red and swollen from crying.

Under the dome, all living beings worship miracles, but only he sees through everything.He didn't know how Voldemort did it and when he started planning it, but the fact was that he turned the whole of Hogwarts into a magic circle sacrificial place to devour his lover's soul.

Harry knew they had lost... completely lost, he couldn't resist the magic circle of the entire castle.That's right, once the magic circle is devoured by the destroyed soul, it cannot continue, but that refers to small and medium magic circles.Anything that reaches the extreme in a certain aspect will produce a qualitative change, and this giant magic circle itself has a powerful magic force field, even if Dumbledore comes, there is nothing he can do.

He always thought that they had done a good enough job, that they had thought through enough... But now Harry knew that this was far inferior to him... If it was to compare the wreck of the boat, Voldemort was probably the best. that one.

You know what, he's going to die, Tom is going to die, he's going to be swallowed by Voldemort... he's going to die, you'll never see him again!The words kept echoing in Harry's mind.Death... speaking of death... wait.He was suddenly enlightened and raised his head abruptly.

That's right...that's right!There is a life and death contract between them!As long as Harry doesn't die, he can't die either. Isn't this contract that saved him from Avada's death!Harry was like a drowning man grasping at the last straw. A man who had been crawling in the dark for a long time saw a faint light, so he clung to it tightly and refused to let go.He cried and laughed, almost out of order, and forced himself to calm down to experience the fluctuation of the soul.

Suddenly, like a brightly lit city without electricity overnight, and a mighty river with no tide in a day, the taut string that carried all the weight entrusted by a heart broke.

He felt empty in the depths of his soul, devastated by the salty wind.

Riddle cut off the contract magic between the two of them.

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☆, final chapter: two years later

Two years later.

Diagon Alley in the summer vacation is as lively as ever. Hogwarts students and parents who come to buy books can be seen everywhere. The Florin’s Cold Drink shop is full of boys and girls queuing up to buy ice cream. The first-year students who chose the owl, and many fans also gathered in front of the window of the Quidditch boutique, pointing excitedly, discussing the Quidditch robes of the Chudley Cannonballs that are on display.

And the busiest place in Diagon Alley is probably the Weasley's Joke Store. You can see from the glass door that it is already full of people. All kinds of colorful gadgets whistling, screaming, and spinning make everyone who passes by Can't help but stop.

A group of girls were giggling around the boxes of magical witches. One girl asked loudly how much it cost, and a young woman came over with a smile and told her the price.

"Oh, I think I can get two more boxes with my pocket money—"

"You don't need that much, Pamela! It only takes a little, a little, to charm Selos! It's written in this manual!"

"Who said I'm going to use it for Cyrus!"

"Then who else do you like, tell me!"

The girls were laughing and joking with each other, and one of the girls turned her head and saw that the young woman was talking intimately with one of the two shopkeepers just now, so she elbowed the friend next to her: "Hey, you said she is Not Mr Weasley's girlfriend?"

"Which Mr. Weasley are you talking about? Oh, I can't tell the two brothers apart, they are so much alike—"

"Don't you know, her name is Angelina Johnson, and she is married to Fred Weasley!" Another girl joined their discussion, gossip seems to be the nature of women, "They are so in love, I I heard that they decided to live their lives privately when they rebelled against the mysterious man!"

"Ah, that sounds so romantic!"

Standing in the corner, Draco rolled his eyes inwardly, thinking that there was nothing romantic about it, it was obviously full of struggle and confusion, but he still remembered the scene where they were surrounded by teachers and students on the court, if he didn't have a little Enlightenment is absolutely impossible.

He looked at his girlfriend standing not far away - of course he is still a girlfriend now, although he thinks it is more accurate to call it a fiancee, but his father still hasn't let go, which makes him feel a little distressed.Hermione was chatting happily with Angelina and Fred, and she had no intention of leaving.

"Oh, Hermione, your clothes are so beautiful today, you must have put a lot of thought into them, right?"

"Mrs. Malfoy helped me choose it, she said it fits my temperament very well." Hermione said with a smile.

"My God, you have already convinced your mother-in-law? Merlin, how did you do it?" Angelina was taken aback.

"Well, she didn't like me very much at first, but——but I helped her with some beauty and plastic surgery later, and then—you know, women are always easy to fall in love with in this respect."

"Beauty shaping? Hermione, since when have you been an expert in this area?"