HP-Turn out right

After 3 months of restoration, the castle is not yet open for classes. Most of the students came back to help. Professor Mai accepted Merlin’s first-class medal in a temporary stand. The background is the dilapidated campus and the sky is gray. Yes, it seems that it will rain, but it will not hurt everyone's excitement.Snape, the real owner of the medal, stood aside coldly, scaring away anyone who wanted to talk to him with a stern expression.

Before the new Minister of Magic took the stage to give his speech, Harry quietly left the noisy crowd.The dark-haired boy stood in front of the entrance to the Room of Requirement, muttering something.

Harry stood barefoot on the warm floor of Malfoy's bedroom for a while, then took a shirt from the closet with a guilty face, and brought it to the tip of his nose, it didn't smell like he wanted.

Harry was lying in a large shape on the white sheet, and the shirt was used to cover his face. It may be an illusion. Harry pressed the soft fabric to the tip of his nose, but he felt that he could smell a little residue, which belonged to Malfoy himself. smell.

The palm caresses the slightly convex lower abdomen.He almost killed it.

//13 hours ago//

"Looks like a girl, darling, you look so radiant!" 』Harry frowned at the sentence in the mirror. He couldn't button up his trousers. These were already the loosest trousers. Harry pulled up his top, revealing his round belly. He inhaled, but the lower edge of his belly was still convex.

It's good that the wizard has the ability to give birth to the next generation, but it shouldn't be him.

Gender unknown, with self-detecting spells but Harry didn't want to know, it, was a good word, a gender-neutral word, not him or her.

He defined it as a physical anomaly, one that cannot be escaped by binge drinking, starvation, or intentionally bumping a Borg into one's body while flying.

The potion of abortion will produce a rotten, inseparable smell on the body, which lasts for a week, pedantic side effects, loudly proclaiming that someone has murdered life, the crime is serious, he can go to a certain street in Guli to escape the storm, this week Solve it as soon as possible, and the medicine will not be effective any later.

Harry spread out the heist's map, looking for the fastest way.At 9:[-] p.m., Harry stepped out the door, stepping lightly on the spiral staircase to avoid creaking.

Earlier in the common room, Hermione had sorted out all of Beadbag's books in preparation for the super-work*newts, while her boyfriend was dozing off at the Advanced Potions textbook.

A thick plant illustrated book was placed on the table on Ron En's right hand with a bang. The red-haired boy raised his head in fright and turned to look left and right, with salivation remaining in the corner of his mouth.

Hermione quickly flipped through the pages of the book, pretending to concentrate on her research. Her boyfriend said that he wanted to be an Auror, but now he looked more like a bear who wanted to hibernate. Obviously he couldn't read the textbook, but fell asleep.

The boy stretched his limbs, watching the girl's movements from the corners of his eyes, Hermione stuck the quill behind his ears, without looking at him with brown eyes, and muttered words in his mouth, even if he was fishing for schoolwork, Ron would Pretty sure that tome wasn't on the designated reading list.

"There are still more than 5 months before the exam, woman! I'm sure you can still graduate No.1 as long as you prepare a week ago. Come and fly outside with me? The moonlight is beautiful at night, it's a pity to stay here."

Hermione raised her head from the pile of books, showing her eyes, "To be precise, there are less than 4 months left... I know that except Defense Against the Dark Arts, the rest of your subjects and trolls are super good friends—" She was cold Said, switching to another book, one hand began to quickly calculate the lengthy formula on the parchment, "It's still quite a long way from the Auror's threshold, Ron Wesley, I really don't understand how you Can be so careless, just want to go outside and play with a broom all day."

"To be honest, Aurors don't attract me very much anymore." Ron said dryly, "Can't we relax for a while? Forget about the post-graduation question for now..."

Hermione squinted at him and said nothing, only the crisp sound of pages being turned.

"I don't want to be like Nido, all the credits are taken away, and I don't even have a badge. It's like the bureaucracy you said, what the hell is bureaucracy." Ron grumbled.

"I thought it was a gender factor, not an ability. Shaker is a fair minister." It was sexism, the girl said disapprovingly, letting the quill automatically transcribe the notes.

"The class struggle in the magic world has never ended, otherwise, my father would have given birth to a high-ranking official." Ron En bowed his head, casually flipping through the pages of the Potions book, looking at the bible-like narrative in disgust. Books without pictures are hard to come by. Instead, he took out where is the thinnest magical beast and began to study it seriously, and the two fell into silence for a while.

"To be honest, I'm surprised that Principal Snape would help Nido get a teaching position." Hermione said again, sparking the interest of the conversation.

"My good undercover friend, Snotty has brought Nido into trouble. She criticized the Chadley Cannonball Team for being mean."

Hermione didn't seem to hear Ron's words. She sighed, resting her chin on her hands, "Love and loyalty, Slag's face was full of tears, Patronus doe that lasted for hours. One can love another So long, unswerving until death, how romantic."

Ron snorted disdainfully, and released Harry's snitch from his pocket, "Maybe Snape is on the bright side, but why would he imply that ferrets have that kind of thought for Harry? It doesn't make sense at all."

Ron En's words made the person in the invisibility cloak freeze in the corner, momentarily forgetting that the exit was only 5 steps away.

"In the past, real birds were used. The golden lightning bird is a metaphor for happiness in the wizarding world. Wizards and Muggles yearn for happiness as much. Malfoy knows this story. He said that Harry is his golden spy. 』

Hermione relayed a passage in Dumbledore's memory. His meeting with Malfoy confirmed that Malfoy and his son finally changed their positions, but the old Malfoy was still sentenced to house arrest at home for murder and other crimes, while the young Malfoy voluntarily accompanied his father.

"I've never heard of such a legend about the Golden Snitch. Malfoy's way of showing love is really unique." For six years, he has been letting everyone know how much he hates Harry!Ron said sarcastically, completely forgetting that Dumbledore played a major role in his so-called "Snape Conspiracy", "I think Snape is playing tricks, in order to humiliate Harry, he even tampered with the former headmaster's memory. "

"Memory can't be tampered with, you can only be erased." Hermione said impatiently, moving her hand in the air like a cat, and she quickly grabbed the golden sphere. "I still think Harry has a right to know all this."

"God damn your brain is stuffed with bookworms! There's nothing he needs to know!" Ron exclaimed, and Harry looked at Hermione curiously, forgetting she couldn't see him.

"Malfoy saved his life, and you should thank him for that!"

"He did something bad to Harry, and you still want Harry to get close to the person who hurt him?"

"The blood pact successfully negates the Killing Curse, and he's alive more than anything. Whatever happens to Harry, it's not real harm."

She sounded exactly like Dumbledore, and Ron glared at his girlfriend, "I dare say Malfoy calculated that there are more benefits to turning to the bright side, and sacrificing others is certainly nothing."

"What did the Patronus say, Nido said it was exactly the same as Harry's."

"She might be wrong."

Of course the girl didn't agree with his words, but suspected that the emotion was two-way. Harry once said that he was not used to Malfoy's sudden indifference in the fifth grade. The two cooperated for the first time in Slug's class. Hermione swore that Malfoy was Smile because of his words.

"He'll be watching Malfoy's every move." "Harry should be with Ginny," they said at the same time.

Harry in the topic almost tore off his cloak because he got up too suddenly.

"Put down your prejudice against Slytherin," said Hermione letting the Snitch fly freely in the air, "and besides, your sister told me that she kissed Harry the moment he woke up, and he didn't kiss back, I think Didn't know Ginny was dating Thomas either."

Ron grimaced, recalling the scene of his sister and classmates kissing at the breakfast table today, "Frankly speaking, I also thought it was strange that Harry used the robbery map to track down Malfoy. The relationship between the black king and the white king should be Is it confrontational, friendly drinking tea and chatting? Or, further behavior...Damn." Ron En said the final words with a panicked expression as if he had seriously violated the sacred principles of nature.

"If you care about someone, you will be willing to do anything for him. Even if the road ahead is long and difficult, you will persevere. At least, in this war, I know that I am for my dear ones, not ordinary classmates." Hermione began After packing up the books, Ron En's eyes lit up.

"I guess things don't go the way people think, but you really believe Malfoy to Harry... God damn Merlin." Hermione patted his arm, and the boy embraced her, and the girl found her in her boyfriend's arms He took a comfortable position and sighed, "It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. We all know Harry. He is not easy to trust others, but he expects a miracle of happiness. He has worked so hard for so long. We should grasp the moment. Everyone's past dies that day, and everyone has a second chance to experience a new future. Isn't it?"

The amount of information tonight is really too much, Harry rubbed his throbbing head, walked towards the exit, his steps were sloppy, hoping that someone could hit him with a Borg a few times, and wake him up from the most absurd dream.The Fat Lady felt someone push her away. "Come back soon, boy," she said into the seemingly empty air.

Because of abortion potions, Harry had to go to St. Mungo's Hospital via the infirmary fireplace.

Choosing the place closest to the door, Harry sat on the wooden chair and dozed off, waiting for the potion he specified to be completed.

Heavy footsteps came from the marble tiles, "She has a bad heart and can't conceive at all." A female voice angrily said, "I know! I've been paying attention..." An annoyed male voice replied.

The two figures backed away, and a pale, unusually thin woman was lying on a floating stretcher with her belly bulging."I'm going to be a mother," she told him expectantly as she passed Harry, but even the boy could see the threat of death looming over her.

They entered Bed No. 11, which was a corner away from Harry, and closed the heavy curtains. Half an hour later, the female medical doctor walked into Bed No. 12 with an object wrapped in white flannel in her arms, and came out empty-handed, with a frustrated face on her face.

The partition of bed No. 11 was opened by a small corner, and the woman was half-sitting on the bed. The faint smell of blood wafted into the air, her face was buried in her hands, and she let out a low sobbing sound. Silk, said blankly, "Wait, there are no signs of life? This is, what does this mean...".

There were 2 children playing quietly in front of the No. 8 hospital bed opposite, about 3 years old, both girls, she looked at them for a while, turned around, and just met his four eyes, the brown eyes were full of not pain, but more like It's war*.

Harry stared at the freshly prepared potion in his hand, with only one sentence on the label: drink within 4 hours.

Every time he walked to the fireplace connected to the outside, Harry couldn't make up his mind. The pronunciation of No. 12, a certain street in Guli, would automatically silence when it reached the edge of his tongue.After the third return, Harry mustered up the courage to wait for the maternity checkup. He sat next to a large group of expectant parents. They talked and laughed, and the feeling of loneliness made him very uncomfortable.

*PatriotsDay/2016/Movie Dialogue

One hour later, the newborn, who had died due to hypoplasia of the lungs, was still moving, making small crying sounds, and was ruddy in color.Medics were running down the aisle, drawing everyone's attention.

"Mom, do you want to be rescued!" the female therapist asked.

When the woman heard this, she burst into tears, "Please, give her a second chance to live."

Harry asked for a second potion with a different purpose.

It has been an hour since Harry came back from St. Mungo's, sitting cross-legged on his bed, the red visor hung tightly closed, and the two potions were purple with a little pink gradient and a colorless potion bottle with a glass bottom. The tip of the tip is floating on the sheet.

The voice of arguing about the days to come is getting smaller and smaller, replaced by the pulsation of the heartbeat, a girl with a very loud heartbeat.

Cautiously, Harry gently unscrewed the cap of the transparent and colorless potion bottle, raised his head, and drank it in one gulp. The discomfort in his abdomen for many days suddenly eased. and whispered "I'm sorry."

At 10 o'clock in the morning, Harry stood in front of the Room of All Requirements with great anticipation. Malfoy's room collapsed because the outside of the castle was damaged by giants, and the boy randomly used the Restoration Charm.

His magic strength is very high, and he is one of the few students who can directly repair buildings covered with layers of magic. Floating from the ground, it automatically assembled into the original form, and dozens of books returned to their place.

At this moment, the sun just broke through the clouds, and the darkness and pain have gone away.

Home is a treasure to own, to own, and friends are good, but when you are sick, only family can stay with you all night, and family is what he wants more than anything else.

How do you feel when someone can give you what you want most, but it comes from an unexpected person?

Harm is for the greatest benefit, harm is for life, my life, to defeat evil, justice alone is not enough.

When he thought of that person, his heart ached, oh, stupid hormones!

Harry picked up the pillow and pressed it to his face. It's not very funny that the vulgar plot in the story happened in reality.With a wave of his wand, he summoned more clothing to cover himself.

The author has something to say: 1.22/3/19 change

2. I try to use the dialogue between Hermione and Ron as Harry’s possible inner struggle. Ron thinks more shallowly and directly, while Hermione thinks more deeply, with issues about love, sacrifice and the development of a new life .