When the savior is no longer the savior

I have said everything about meeting Draco by coincidence, "Most of the books have been transfigured by someone. It is not too difficult to do this in school. The time is also the same. Someone is paying attention to me, Draco, waiting for me to return Inform Bridges when you pick up the book in the lounge, Bridges only needs to go to Draco's eyes for a while, and then bring Draco to the lounge."

Under the lens, Dumbledore's blue eyes flickered: "Voldemort attacked Malfoy?"

"It's not too difficult to understand," said Harry, "Malfoy betrayed Voldemort before."

"No no," said Dumbledore, "Harry, you misunderstood, that was not an interrogative sentence—you probably didn't know that Malfoy was taken away by the Ministry of Magic yesterday afternoon, because of large-scale smuggling. thing."

Harry was startled, and then he took it for granted—no matter how arrogant Voldemort was, he couldn't have moved Draco and left Lucius alone, right?but……

"'Mass smuggling of prohibited items'?" Harry repeated under his breath, thinking of something.

Dumbledore said: "Thanks to the location you provided in the previous paragraph. Besides, it seems that we have thought of going together,"

"Voldemort is short of money." Harry looked up, looking at the snow-white ceiling in thought, "and he did it on purpose - Malfoy has accumulated a lot... If he fishes Malfoy out of Azkaban or the Ministry of Magic by then Come... Malfoy will have to give up his family property... justified."

Dumbledore smiled approvingly: "Very well, Harry. It seems that we have helped Voldemort, but we are not without gains, are we?"

"Of course," Harry said coldly, "I've reconfirmed that Voldemort is absolutely impossible to succeed - no matter how powerful his magical powers and brains are, it's useless - he simply doesn't have what it takes for someone to do great things." Have a heart."

After finishing speaking, Harry stopped entangled with this, and went on: "Draco and I came to a forest through the disappearing cabinet, and Voldemort appeared afterward, and besides Voldemort, there were more than five Death Eaters there, I had no way of escaping, so I pretended to be controlled by Voldemort's Imperius Curse—thanks to his first curse being the Imperius Curse, not the Killing Curse," Harry smiled self-deprecatingly, "then he took me back to the manor, He was the only one in the manor, I found a chance to confront him, and then used the death curse."

"Death Curse?" Dumbledore interrupted.

This was something Snape didn't know, and he who had been silent all this time looked up at Harry as well.

But Harry only looked at Dumbledore, and he said:

"Yes, the owl from the Ministry of Magic flew over last night."

Dumbledore thought for a moment: "Can you show me what happened, Harry."

"Of course." Harry said, grabbing his wand to his temple and trying to pull out the memories, but remembering that there was no Pensieve here, he put down the wand a little annoyed, "Use Legilimency, Professor, I'll bring up those memories .”

Dumbledore nodded slightly, he raised his wand...

The ward quickly disappeared before Harry's eyes. He saw James and Lily surrounded by the bed, saw Snape's panicked and anxious expression, saw the indifferent expression of the therapist in green robes, and saw the light: pale, bright And cold...

Finally, Voldemort's distorted expression of angry disbelief.

He was concentrated by the green light, he flew up on his back, then fell down again, slowly, slowly...

The white ward appeared before Harry's eyes again.He saw Dumbledore sitting in front of him with his head bowed, gently pointing at his fingertips, as if he was in deep thought.

The sequelae of Legilimency came out: Harry felt a little uncomfortable, dizzy and nauseous, he frowned and shook his head, took another big sip from the water glass on the side, and then regained his composure and regained consciousness.

Just then Dumbledore said: "Voldemort was hit by the Killing Curse, Harry. Why do you think he's not dead yet?"

"Intuition," Harry said simply, "Voldemort couldn't have died so easily, and no news came out, could it? Those noble Death Eaters don't seem to be moving, are they, Professor?"

Dumbledore acquiesced.

Harry closed his eyes and thought for a while: "Voldemort may have been knocked out, or he may have been seriously injured-this is probably the best outcome-but no matter what, he will never swallow this breath, let alone Impossible to have his wand inspected by someone from the Ministry of Magic."

"Check his wand?" Dumbledore said, grabbing the point.

Harry smiled. "Of course, I've got the Imperius Curse, haven't I? St. Mungo's examination can prove it."

"Voldemort is very powerful in the Ministry of Magic," said Dumbledore.

"But he can't control all the people." Harry continued.

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asked.

"Use public opinion. We must act first. Only in this way can we force the Ministry of Magic to put pressure on Voldemort, and also allow the arrogant and arrogant Voldemort to rise early--Voldemort cannot tolerate disrespect for him--before his wings are truly full-fledged time," said Harry.

Dumbledore was thinking: "This will make your situation more delicate, Harry."

But Harry replied: "It's far from that time, Professor. This is just the beginning—" He paused, feeling the gaze from the side, but he didn't turn his head away in the end, just continued firmly: "And I'm ready to go to the end."

It was broad daylight, and the open window illuminated a small area in front of the bed with golden light.

Both Dumbledore and Snape were back at Hogwarts, and they still had a lot to do, including teaching.Harry was alone in the ward, tired but unable to sleep.Simply lie on the bed and count the leaves on the branch that sticks out of the window.The patient who shared his room with him seemed to have no intention of appearing, and has not been seen until now.

The clock on the wall ticked forward.

Harry had a headache. He stood up and took a sip of water, then lay down and continued counting leaves.

The clock on the wall was still ticking forward.

Harry felt dizzy from the noise. He closed his eyes for a while, then opened them again, and looked at the window sill again.But the window sill had a double image in his eyes.

"Damn..." Harry murmured, struggling to get up, planning to ring the calling bell beside the bed.But at this time, a hesitant voice came from the door: "Hi, are you new here? You don't look well, do you want me to call the therapist?"

Everything became a double image in Harry's eyes. Harry couldn't see what the person standing at the door looked like, but he seemed to be in the same ward as he heard the other person talking. He struggled to say "Thank you" ", and went to ring the call bell again - but the next moment, the thing exploded into pieces before his eyes.

Is it a magic riot?how so?Before Harry had time to think about it, several green-robed therapists crowded into the room when they heard the noise. They muttered loudly and pressed Harry's hands and feet on the bed.

"It's a magic riot, very powerful!"

"Patient doesn't look well!"

"hurry up!"

"Send his relatives here, the patient is in danger—"

Harry's hand snapped around the arm of one of the therapists, and he said through his teeth: "Don't inform him—they—"

Lively rooms have brief moments of silence.

But then, Harry felt that someone was trying to open his hand, and the ward became more lively, and the buzzing sound was coming in and out of his ears, and after countless overlaps, it formed a huge roar.

Feeling the strength drain from his body, Harry concentrated all his last strength on the palm of his hand, gripped the arm firmly, and said staccato but firmly, "Don't—don't Inform them...I'll be fine...don't inform him—he just lost...the baby—"

His mouth was opened, and a cold, bitter liquid slid down his throat.

Strength drained faster.

His hands let go.

Deep drowsiness welled up.

He fell into darkness.

……

Harry felt like he'd been here a long time.

He casually flipped through the "Wizard Weekly" in his hand. On the cover was the moment when he led Puddlemere United to catch the Golden Snitch and win the league championship.

This is a moment to be proud of.But Harry just looked numb - maybe it was because he already had too many such honors?

Harry dropped the magazine, sat up from the wicker chair on the balcony, yawned lazily in the golden sunset, and walked downstairs to the potions workshop.

Snape must have been brewing the potion in it at this time.

And every time he saw Snape brewing potions, he always calmed down—the other party's dedication to potions had turned this boring knowledge into a pleasing art.

The potion workshop located in the corner of the first floor had no windows. Although it was brightly lit, there was still a chill caused by the lack of sunlight.

In the workshop, Snape was busy with his head down. The potion brewing in the cauldron in front of him had reached the final stage.

Harry looked at the materials on the workbench, and then at the long list of experimental reports written by Snape, but he didn't understand what the other party was doing - but it didn't matter, Harry accepted it a long time ago There was a gap in potion talent between himself and Snape.

Snape, busy, glanced at Harry.

Harry returned a bright smile with eight teeth: "Professor, how about we go on a trip?"

Snape didn't look up: "Your season is about to start again."

"I can ask for leave," Harry said.

"I'm going to class," Snape said again.

"You can ask for leave," Harry continued.

Snape extinguished the flame under the cauldron: "Where are you going?"

Harry thought about it seriously for a while: "A place without people?"

Snape didn't answer, he was busy bottling the potion.

Harry stared at Snape, and slowly the smile faded from his lips and the light in his eyes dimmed.He whispered, "There are people everywhere, aren't they?"

"I shouldn't have escaped..."

"I can't escape."

"Professor, at the last moment that night, I kept thinking, if one day, I had to make a choice between Voldemort and you, what should I do..."

"I do not know."

"If possible, I am willing to bear anything for you, even if it is an invitation from the god of death."

"But it's not just me. It's the whole wizarding world, and many innocent people."

"I'm addicted to it, Professor. The peace, the tranquility, the warmth, the feeling of home...I run away without realizing it, and I hardly have the courage to face Voldemort again."

Harry leaned back in his chair.

Snape in front of him was still busy, and he didn't seem to hear anything clearly.

Harry didn't care, he went on to Snape, and to himself, "It's my responsibility..." He laughed, "Well, if it's not mine. But someone has to do it, somebody has to do it. Someone stood up against him, for the wizarding world, for the innocents in the wizarding world, and for us - for you and me, isn't it?"

His eyes are a little moist.

"Will you forgive me, Professor." Forgive me for choosing the former between the magic world and you.

"Will you wait for me, Professor." Wait until the war is over, wait until Voldemort is destroyed——

Then we are together.

We will definitely be together.

— Severus.

Harry opened his eyes.Bright light fell on his face from the window, and another day passed, this was his third at St. Mungo's.He sat up, angrily shooing away a beetle that had landed on his glass.Then he picked up various newspapers and periodicals on the bedside table, including the "Daily Prophet" and "Wizard Weekly", and flipped through them.

The first page of the "Daily Prophet" is about him. The battle between him and Voldemort at Gaunt's old house has been heated up. Voldemort has not said anything yet, but more and more people are writing to the Ministry of Magic. , strongly demand to know the truth of the matter—thanks to the "Most Charming Smile" award and the "Most Noble Wizard" award, there are not one or two Voldemort fans, and these fans are the most backbone of this letter writing operation. After all, there is no Who likes to be fooled.

Harry turned the newspaper to the second page, which contained the news of Malfoy's arrest and Fudge's speech.

"We will find out the criminal who used the Imperius Curse on Hogwarts students. This is undoubtedly an extremely heinous thing. It is the worst thing I have encountered since I became the Minister of Magic." The current Minister of Magic, Fudge emphasize.

"But if you want to say that Tom Riddle - our special commissioner to the Ministry of Magic, the head of the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts, and the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts - is the criminal, that's a Very nonsense, as we all know Mr Riddle is a noble and sentimental old aristocrat," said Fudge.

"Finally, I have a little doubt," he said, "that the student who claimed to have been cast with the Imperius Curse should have appeared as a victim long ago, but he has never been seen, and there are still a lot of people on my desk to this day." Another important case is that the Zongsi placed in the underage wizard's wand detected that a student used the Killing Curse in the Unforgivable Curses..."

"We all know that to use the Unforgivable Curse successfully requires an enormous amount of determination—a determination to torture people," said Fudge. The students are the same person, I don't want to guess anything, because it's too scary, but I think we should concentrate all our energy to investigate and understand the truth behind this matter, which is extremely necessary..."

There was a sudden noise in the corridor.

As soon as Harry raised his head from the newspaper, he saw Il rushing in from the outside and closing the door heavily, and directly resisted with his body, stammering: "The Ministry of Magic is here! They are aggressive, James stopped outside, Harry—”

He couldn't speak. At that moment, the person leaning on the bed sat up straight, his eyes brightened: "It's really started, Il."

His eyes flicked across the newspaper:

"All—all."

The author has something to say: Voldemort didn't die that easily. Many people asked in the last chapter and the next chapter, but in order to avoid spoilers, I didn't reply... Doesn't it mean that if he died now, it would be unfinished? ?The Death Eaters are useless at all =. =

And Dora's surrogacy...Orz is impossible, this is really a bit of a miracle.

The reason why Xiaoha said to break up with Snape is just like what is said in the article, he is afraid that one day he will face the proposition of "Voldemort or Snape", and he also feels that he has become cowardly in happiness ==＋Little Hangleton The world is always changing beyond recognition when we don't know it.

It was the first day after the incident, and Snape had completed the formalities at St. Mungo's and returned to Hogwarts, where nine students blew up their own cauldrons.

Harry receives treatment at St. Mungo's, and a magical riot occurs.

It was the third day after the incident, Snape had chosen the grave and location, and when he returned to Hogwarts for class, the number of students who blew up the cauldron broke through double digits.

Harry left St. Mungo's, and the Ministry of Magic scoured for him.

It was ten days after what had happened, and Snape and Harry met again. They came up the mountain, put the little skeleton in the plain coffin, and then, they were relatively silent.

Harry left first.He couldn't comfort the other party, nor could he comfort himself, and was searched by the Ministry of Magic.

Snape did what Harry wanted to do but couldn't: he stayed alone in front of the tomb, staring at the stele for a long time...the stele was empty, and he hadn't even got a name yet.

The red sunset set over the mountains, and the sky turned dark. When the last golden-red light also faded in the gray-blue sky, Snape received a letter.

Is it from Dora?Invitation from Augustus.

PM7:00

Back at Hogwarts, Snape called the Slytherin prefects and canceled all labor services for the evening.

PM7:30

Snape changed his dress.

PM8:00

Snape came to Little Hangleton through Apparition, and after asking about the location, he came to the mountain and knocked on the door of a magnificent house.

It was Dora who opened the door.She was wearing a long mid-century dress that was so conservative that it didn't show a single arm.The middle-aged lady looked tired, and let out a long breath after seeing Snape appearing at the door.

"I thought you weren't coming," she said. "You don't look like..." She didn't go on.

Snape didn't make much guesses, he didn't bother to guess whether the other party meant "it doesn't seem to care about it" or "it doesn't seem to believe it".

"I need to see the child you mentioned in the letter, ma'am." He said coldly, "I have at least three methods to prove the truth of the matter. If you fool me at this time, I swear to Merlin," he said His voice lowered and became vicious, "——you don't want to know the consequences."

"I'm not fooling anyone." There was a slight displeasure in Dora's voice, and she turned sideways to let Snape in.

Snape walked in, looked at the spacious and deserted living room and said, "You stole a child."

The displeasure in Dora's voice became obvious, and she said firmly, "I saved a child." She led Snape to the second floor.

Snape sneered. "Well, is it for the child? No, you're only for yourself, ma'am."

Dora, who was leading the way, pursed her lips. She quickly walked up to the second floor and walked along the stairs to the innermost room. Then she pushed open the oak door decorated with runes—

Snape walked into the room.

This room looked like a study room, with tall bookcases erected on three walls except the window, filled with all kinds of books.The place next to the window in the study is a large mahogany desk, the desk is clean, it seems that it has not been used for a long time.In the middle of the study, in front of the desk, there was a circular carpet, which looked expensive, but at this moment, the circular carpet was thrown aside indiscriminately, revealing the engraved words on the floor underneath. The magic circle... and the light cocoon on the magic circle.

All Snape's attention was attracted by the light cocoon. He hurried to the front of the magic circle, looked inside through the blue translucent light cocoon, and saw a small one, no bigger than two palms. The child curled up quietly inside, not moving for a long time.

"You can try to touch the magic shield." Dora's voice came from behind.

Snape ignored it, and continued to observe the baby in the hood. After seeing the baby's hand curled up in front of his chest move very, very slightly, he stretched out his hand and tentatively touched the light cocoon.

The magic power in his body resonated, and the feeling of flesh and blood connection clearly emerged in his heart.

The dim light cocoon becomes bright.

The magic power in the body drained from the palm that touched the light cocoon.

The baby in the light cocoon comes alive.

Snape calculated that when the magic power in his body was lost by more than one-third, he silently cut off the magic connection with the light cocoon, and withdrew his hand.

"Is Mr. Snape sure?" Dora, who was standing beside him, said.

"Yes, I'm sure," Snape said.

"Then we can make a deal." Dora motioned Snape to sit on the sofa next to him.

Snape raised an eyebrow and made no objection.

Dora was sitting opposite Snape, she poured hot black tea for them, and after drinking two cups, she said: "I don't think Professor Snape has seen or heard of this magic ring. ?”

"I've heard of it." Snape said coldly, "The Secret of Life was published in 1983, and the author was Gray Augustus. After the book was published, the mainstream view was that it was a lunatic's fantasy... Now look at it Come, your husband is right."

"Unexpected." Dora murmured, "I never thought you'd read this book... In fact, many of the ideas in that book are really immature, but for some special reason... or By accident, my husband successfully created a magic circle that realized his vision, which is the one in front of you. This is a unique existence in the entire magic world." Dora emphasized.

Snape's eyes wandered over the light cocoon.

Dora continued: "But after actually activating the magic circle, I found a shortcoming..."

"This magic circle accepts only magic from the same source," said Snape, "because your husband designed it only to save your own children."

Dora's face was flushed, and she said coldly: "Yes, that's it. But it's none of your business, Mr. Snape. Now you have a choice: save him or not save him. But let me remind you You," she said, "that's your child."

"Yes, he's my child," said Snape softly, "I know what you mean: you ask me to provide the magic, bring him back to life, and then he becomes yours... or later you will let him Choose your own parents? Between the ones you see every day and the ones you don’t see once every ten days and a half months—”

Dora took a deep breath, and she pretended to be cold: "You only have this choice."

"That's the only choice I have," Snape repeated oddly, and then he said, "You really shouldn't have asked for me, ma'am."

"what?"

"If it had been Harry—if it had been my idiot mate—he would have said yes." Snape's eyes gleamed maliciously, and the corners of his lips twisted to reveal yellow teeth, "and my answer is no." ,Miss."

Dora stood up suddenly, and she raised her voice in disbelief: "He is your child!"

"Yes, so what?" Snape said indifferently, "Thanks for the hospitality, but I should go."

"Etc., etc--"

Snape turned his back on Dora and walked out.His fingers curled slightly, touching the wand in his sleeve.

"You'll regret it! Snape!"

Snape walked downstairs, the wand slipping into his palm.

"Snape, do you think I will give in? You don't care if he lives or dies? That's good, I don't care either!"

Snape closed the doorknob, running his sallow fingertips lightly along his wand, ready for the Imperius Curse.

The voice behind disappeared.

Without stopping, Snape opened the door and walked out. Just as he was about to walk out of the garden of the house, Dora's exasperated scream finally came out: "Enough is enough—you won, Damn bastard!"

The hand gripping the wand suddenly loosened.Snape stopped, only to notice that his palms were covered with cold sweat.

They went back to the study.

Dora sat slumped, staring blankly at Guangcocoon without speaking.

Snape lowered his head to study the magic circle, he asked: "Will the magic power it absorbs increase with time?"

"No," Dora said dryly, "but at most three days, you have to provide magic power once. It was delayed to ten days before because you haven't delivered magic power yet, and I used all the methods to maintain it. his life."

"He can only stay here with you." Snape looked thoughtfully at the magic circle carved on the floor.

"You can take the floorboards off and take them home," said Dora sarcastically.

Snape pressed his finger to his upper lip: "...No, he can be placed here with you. But before that I have to understand some things. As far as I know, Mr. Augustus has been dead for several years, right?"

"So what?" Dora's voice became cold.

"You went to St Mungo's for a check-up - no offense, but do you have a regular relationship?" Snape asked.

"No," said Dora firmly.Then she said in a bad tone, "I'm trying to conceive my husband's child. Gray is a Muggle fan. He participated in an experiment with Muggles to preserve something called sperm."

"What?" Snape asked, frowning.

"Sperm," said Dora, "this thing is said to make me pregnant, but I've tried again and again... Muggle ways, wizard ways... damn Muggle lunatics!" she swore , "Okay, what do you want to say?"

"We can make a deal, ma'am." Snape said, "This deal will get you..." His eyes turned to the child in the light cocoon: "...Maybe, the position of the child's godmother?"

The author has something to say: Originally there was a plot about Xiaoha, but think about it and forget it, let’s do this first.

The following is something to answer Xiaoha's personality question.

①. Many book friends in the past two days said that the Holy Mother of the Little Ha is because they are rushing to fight against Voldemort?

I have always felt that there is no need to explain more about this. Even if Xiaoha is not a virgin and doesn’t care about the wizarding world, and just hides with the professor and flirts with me, will Voldemort, who has previous memories, let Xiaoha go?Now that Xiaoha has killed Voldemort again and again from the Horcrux to the main soul?

There is also Xiao Hu's past, yes, that's right, James and Lily are here now, there are Sirius and Dumbledore, but does this mean that everything about Xiao Hu's last life is just a cloud?His parents died protecting him, he was fostered by relatives who hated him, his elders died in the battle, and he himself escaped death... All these can be regarded as a dream, and it doesn’t matter if you wake up ?

At least Xiaoha in my article can't do it.

Xiao Hu's point of view is the same as that of Voldemort: they are sworn enemies.

There is also Xiaoha's child, although Xiaoha himself faced a choice-but let's put it this way, at that time, Xiaoha chose the child instead of Voldemort. When he turned his back on Voldemort, would Voldemort really let him go?Can he really escape safely?

②, Xiaoha followed Draco and thought he was right.

Xiao Ha is not a child, he has grown to 24 years old, he can't go to the professor for everything.

But it's true that he doesn't care enough about himself, and it's true that he doesn't care enough about his children.He is the father, and he is not as delicate as his mother.He didn't want the baby in the first place, he just decided to keep the baby...he didn't turn that fast.

③ Xiaoha and the professor broke up.

Being a savior is a hard job, and being a savior's relatives is a hard job that no longer exists.

Xiaoha knew, so he said to separate.

You can call him self-righteous, but he really likes another person as much as he can, and with all his heart.

④. I don’t like to watch heavy wars...

It’s not that I don’t know, and it’s not that I don’t know how to write other things, but how to put it, this article may be Su or Lei in the eyes of some people, but I have been writing it as well as possible since the beginning.

The war that has developed to the present is an extension of the logic in the book. Based on my responsibility to myself and the readers, I will write it well, even though some readers don’t like this kind of plot...I can understand it, because in fact I don’t either. like war.

War is not pleasant.

Potter's meeting

It's Saturday night.

Harry stayed at the Potters' house to read the latest newspaper.When he saw his name appear in the "Daily Prophet" and was offered a reward of 6000 Gold Galleons for casting the Killing Curse as a minor, he just smiled amusedly.

At this time, the concealed door was pushed open, and Il poked his head in: "It's time to eat, Harry."

Harry folded up the photo in the newspaper with a big smile: "When did you come back?"

"Just now, I came back from Quidditch training." Il leaned against the door and scratched his sweaty hair, holding a bitten piece of pie in one hand.

Harry cautiously cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself before walking downstairs with Il to the living room.

The person in front of him suddenly became invisible, and Il shook his head uncomfortably, and it took him a long time to find Harry's position again.He complained: "Do you need to be so careful? I don't think anyone will come here now."

"Be prepared," said Harry, glancing towards the window as he descended the stairs.

In the brightly lit living room, James was helping Lily set the table, and Harry also stepped forward to help. Il looked around and saw that he had nothing else to do, so he ate half of the pie in his hand with peace of mind.Lily just came out of the kitchen with fruit and barbecue, and when she saw Il, she said half jokingly and half seriously, "To be honest, Il, I almost thought Hogwarts wasn't a boarding school anymore."

As a loyal dog husband, James wagged his tail and agreed with Lily: "Yes, yes, if you can't get along in school-son, I can teach you a few tricks in private, me and your godfather, and Lyme Si was a man of the school back then!"

"I'm fine." El said angrily.Everyone had already sat down to eat, and he cut himself a large piece of roast meat, "As for the Hogwarts boarding system—well, I think there is no doubt about it, but James, you didn't follow all the rules back then, did you? For example It said that night tours are not allowed after eleven o'clock..."

Lily cast dissatisfied eyes on James.

James said calmly, "So I'm teaching you not to go my way, Il."

Lily turned her dissatisfied gaze back to Il.

Il pulled the shield shamelessly: "Harry didn't even go to class."

Lily shifted her dissatisfied gaze to Harry... well, she almost missed Harry.

Harry, who was eating properly, said that he was shot while lying down: "I didn't...well, well," he admitted, "I'm a bad example, Il, but you can't follow me."

"Just this one," El mumbled.

Everyone ate in silence for a while.

When Harry let his eyes wander past the darkened window for the third time, James finally couldn't take it any longer, and said conferringly, "Maybe we don't have to be so nervous?"

Lily remained silent, not even the slight sound of a knife and fork cutting food.

"My thoughts are exactly the opposite of yours, Dad." Harry rarely used this title, expressing that he didn't mean to sing against the other party, "I think we should be more cautious."

"Why?" James frowned and smiled. "Well, there have been some discordant voices in the Ministry of Magic recently, but this is normal, isn't it? You should know that the 'can't name' person is doing something —Honestly, what are you worried about? Someone broke into our house and arrested people? Come on, Harry, I'm an Auror, there's no way someone—”

He stopped suddenly because he heard a loud bang outside—just outside the yard, it seemed.

It was a very, very familiar sound.

as familiar as...

"Apparate," said Harry softly.He wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, then picked up his wand and walked towards the door.

"Wait!" James shouted hastily. He turned to look at Lily and Il, at a loss for a while, not knowing what to do.

Lily forced herself to be calm: "Il, you should go back to Hogwarts now!"

"I--"

"El, go up to the second floor. I have a fireplace in my room," said Harry, as he walked forward. "If you hear a familiar voice shouting from below - don't stop, go at once."

This plan is undoubtedly much better than Lily's. Yi Er didn't say anything more, turned around and ran to the second floor, and looked back frequently during the process.

James asked Lily to stay behind, and he came to Harry's side: "Could it be a guest?"

Harry had already drawn down the curtains, and he raised a corner to look out: "I don't think it's possible."

James was silent for a moment: "You go up first. They will knock on the door later..."

"Knock?" Harry murmured, "I'm afraid I won't have the chance..."

"What?" James had just asked a question, when he heard a loud bang—the wooden, white-painted gate was torn apart in front of his eyes!

Several wizards wrapped in black robes rushed in, and the first one shouted "Catch Harry Ravens—" James, who woke up from the shock, flew into a rage, shouting and using the Stunning Curse Knock him out!

The remaining four people did not cooperate very well. Two rushed towards James, and one rushed towards Lily.