[SSHP] End of life

While Mrs. Weasley was cooking dinner, Harry persuaded the adult wizards to go to Diagon Alley with Hermione and Ron on the grounds of buying school supplies.When it comes to studying, Hermione is his most powerful ally. Every holiday, she will vacate the new book section of Lihen Bookstore.

Dinner and all the time after dinner was spent debating which team would win and playing with wand protectors.Harry had ordered a few wand protectors for his friends to keep the wand on his arm - which was the real purpose of his trip to Diagon Alley.Ron spent the night experimenting with the new thing's capabilities, sitting on the edge of the bed, letting the wand slide into his hand and back into the case, much like the Deluminator he'd tortured back then.He woke Harry up at 01:30am and excitedly told his friend: "I can now slip my wand into my hand in a second!"

Harry was covering his head on his bed, refusing to say a word.In Diagon Alley, he told Ron that every powerful wizard had such a wand cover, so that his wand, which weighed more than his life, would not be easily damaged or lost.In a duel, the speed with which a wand is drawn can mean the difference between life and death for a wizard.He only wanted Ron to be quiet for a while, so that he could get his homework out at the last time, but he didn't expect that it would lead to lack of sleep in the end.Of course, he couldn't finish his homework, so he decisively decided to give up on them.

He quickly fell asleep again, and it felt like he had been asleep for less than ten seconds when a bright light pierced his eyelids, and he almost thought Mrs. Weasley had summoned a sun in the room.He blocked his eyes with his hands, and through his fingers, he vaguely saw two irregular black figures emerging from under the messy blanket at the foot of the bed.

"What, it's time already?" Fred asked sleepily.George gave him a groan of pain back.Ron rolled and fell face down on the edge of the bed with a thud.

Half a minute later, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, put on their clothes in silence, and were too sleepy to say a single word.Then the four of them went downstairs into the kitchen, yawning and moaning.After a while, Hermione and Ginny also walked over from the side. Both of them were pale and silent, apparently not waking up.

At daybreak, a group of people finally stood on the top of Ferret Mountain.As they scattered to find the Portkey, Harry sneaked the twins the bag containing their Tongue Taffy.Before the two tall red-haired brothers could speak, a shout pierced the dimly lit sky.

"Here, Arthur! Come here, we've found it!"

On the other side of the summit, two tall figures stood against the starry night sky.Harry staggered over, and as he walked over, his right foot sank into the rabbit hole again, and it took a long time to pull it out.

"Let me introduce you. This is Amos Diggory," said Mr. Weasley. "He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. This is his son Cedric, I suppose you all know him? "

"Hi, hello," said Cedric, looking back at everyone.Everyone said "Hi".

Harry's chest was clenched, and he wanted to see Cedric's face, but couldn't.In the long guilt, he refused to think about it, and almost forgot what Cedric looked like.Cedric is only 17 years old, tall, handsome, and a dynamic teenager.Harry could hardly recall his pale face at the moment when the shadow of death loomed over him.The twins patted Harry on the shoulder, taking his slightly trembling body aside.Last year's Quidditch match at Hogwarts had a stunning turnaround, with Cedric beating the Gryffindor team in a Quidditch match.The twins probably thought Harry hadn't quite gotten over it yet.

At [-]:[-], Harry came to the desolate, misty swamp again.In front of them, stood two tired and sullen wizards, the same two familiar faces.One of them held a large gold watch, the other a roll of thick parchment and a quill.Both of them were very adept at dressing up like Muggles.This time Harry didn't spend too much time looking around, he was exhausted from sleepiness.Besides, there is nothing worth looking at here. There is no river in this barren land, and the few days they stay here are the most hungry period of time for them.

After a while, they set up the tent, Harry helped out with his own experience, and the speed of erecting the tent was a little faster than last time.The sun was slowly rising as he, Ron, and Hermione crossed the camp with the saucepan and kettle.The mist gradually dissipated, revealing tents in all directions that could not be seen at a glance, and the smoke from the fire began to permeate.The whole area comes alive.

They passed a field of green tents and came to an area covered with Krum. "He looks too gloomy." Hermione frowned and looked at Krum's ocean, and finally made the same assessment.

"'Too gloomy'?" Ron rolled his eyes upwards. "Who cares what he looks like? He's stunning! And he's very young, just left and right. He's a genius, as you'll see tonight. "

Harry was holding the kettle, looking at Krum's portrait.Hermione and Ron were bickering, and he didn't need to remind him.In less than half a year, Ron would start going completely against his idol.

It was exactly the same as last time, and it was almost noon when the meal was tossed out.They also participated in Ludo Bagman's small gamble by the way. Harry had already withdrawn one-third of the gold coins in Gringotts, and was determined to make a small fortune here, at least for all of them. A man's money for a panoramic telescope—he wouldn't let Ludo Bagman fool him with leprechaun gold.He also told Hermione and Ron to bet their entire pocket money, but Ron would only bet half of it.These little episodes of repeated experiences failed to relieve his anxiety. The camp was filled with laughter and laughter, but he couldn't eat.

He sat by the campfire, stroking his wand protector as he waited for night.As time passed, bit by bit, he felt his stomach sink to the bottom of his stomach, and the excitement that gradually spread around him didn't affect him at all.He sat restlessly outside the tent, getting up and pacing every now and then, and kept buttoning the protective case to keep his wand from falling out of the case.

In the afternoon, the children were herded into tents for a nap.When Harry woke up, he found that the night had shrouded a large campsite like a curtain, with colorful fireworks flying in the sky, and the last trace of camouflage had disappeared.Every few steps, apparated peddlers descend from the sky, carrying trays and pushing carts full of quirky little items.Harry bought a flying Firebolt|Arrow miniature and bought a statue.What he likes is that these figurines can walk around in the palm of his hand.

He wanted to pull out his wand to see if the figurine could transform, and remembered with dismay that he was not yet seventeen and not allowed to use a wand outside of school.He stared at the statue walking on his palm, with a gentle expression on everything, and at Krum, who was frowning at the green badge above his head in Ron's palm, and slid his wand back on. Wand case.Ron and Hermione were still looking around, and he walked up to a small cart piled high with what looked like binoculars, covered with all sorts of odd knobs and dials.

"Buy ten," Harry said to the wizard without hesitation.He took the binoculars and slipped one to Ron and Hermione.

"It's got to be expensive, I can't take it -" said Ron.Harry had inherited something, was much richer than he was, and he'd always cared about that.

Harry shrugged and said nonchalantly, "If I had won the bet just now, I would have had a hundred of these telescopes. Share your luck with me."

"A little bit of luck? That's not enough," said Hermione. "I'll get everyone a copy of the game, and look, there it is—" She trotted forward.Ron blushed, and Harry bumped him with the shoulder.He took the binoculars and said to himself, "I'll have to pay for it with Christmas presents—"

After a while, they returned to their tent.Harry handed out a telescope to each of the Weasleys.Somewhere in the distance of the woods came the sound of a low-pitched gong, and in an instant, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the way to the arena.

"Time's up!" said Mr. Weasley, looking as excited as everyone else. "Come on, let's go."

Harry followed the crowd, jostling to the field.There were noises all around, many of which were in languages ​​he could not understand.He followed Mr. Weasley all the way up. The seats in the first class were much smaller and more spacious than those in the lower class.Harry settled himself on the seat, holding a large bag of snacks he just bought, everyone's mouths were stuffed except for Percy and Mr. Weasley who had to stand up and shake hands with some great wizards frequently .He tried to offer Winky some treats, but the stubborn elf refused.

Not long after, Ludo Bagman gave a booming voice to his throat and began introducing the Bulgarian team mascot.Harry quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, he was afraid that he would choke to death in a trance.A hundred veela slid into the air in the middle of the field, and he heard the crowd around him seething, shouting so loudly that he was surprised that he hadn't heard anything last time.

Hermione straightened her body, and watched in surprise as Ron stood up slowly as if being manipulated, twisted into a strange posture, and finally pouted his buttocks and fixed himself in the middle of the seat, looking like he was going to dive.Harry also watched the whole process of Ron's gaffe.He looked at the veela, these mascots were dancing, the dance was elegant, and the movements were getting faster and faster.But he wasn't fazed at all.

The veela dance is over.People around made loud complaints.Hermione was pulling Ron back when she whispered, "What a disgrace."

"What's there to be ashamed of? Veela can confuse men." Ron's face flushed.He still hasn't recovered from the veela's confusion, and his left hand is trying to tear off the clover on his chest.Mr. Weasley stopped him with a smile.

"But your dad is not deluded," said Hermione, clearly disbelieving Ron's words.

"These things are not in the books! You finally have something you don't know!" Ron laughed, obviously getting some poor sense of superiority from Hermione's lack of common sense, "Vela can't help but fall in love with Someone's man's! They can't charm my father, which shows that my father loves my mother!"

"But they didn't charm Harry either!"

"No, I didn't—" Harry was taken aback, "I mean, I just froze—I didn't want them to stop—"

"Look!" Ron pointed to the other side, "Everyone's reaction is different, look at Fred, he was doing a hula dance just now!"

"Oh," said Hermione, still dubious, but seemed not to pursue it any further.Harry moved to Ron's side and asked, "If the veela can't charm a man, it must be because of who that man is in love with?"

"That's right, that's it." Ron replied, "The more steadfast the love, the less affected a man will be by Veela until it disappears." He glanced proudly at Mr. Weasley, "But he is not affected at all." Almost impossible. Not seeing too obvious effects or recovering faster is enough for him to be rewarded."

"Is it really impossible not to be affected?" Harry interjected.

"It can't be said that it is absolutely..." Ron said hesitantly.When Harry asked, he was suddenly not sure himself.

"Let me explain." Hermione leaned closer, she glanced at Ron, and puffed out her chest provocatively, "In the wizarding world, love between partners brings about a deep connection, and this connection accompanies the soul." The bond. The bond can be strong or weak, and the marriage contract will strengthen this bond. You can find that wizards hardly ever get divorced, and that's because wizards are more sensitive than Muggles, and they are better at resonating with the soul. Their souls will To find a partner who is compatible with you, this kind of mutual attraction of souls is generally not wrong. Because of the partial fusion of souls between witches and wizards who sign contracts, their ability to resist spiritual spells will also be strengthened accordingly——Ron !" she growled.

Harry was taken aback, only to realize that there was a huge clover spinning above their heads, and countless galleons spewed out of it, almost everyone jumped up and grabbed the gold coins with their hands, and some people crawled under the seats.Hermione yelled, "Ron, these are Leprechaun gold coins, and they'll be gone in a few hours!" But Ron was too busy picking up a large handful of gold coins on the seat to hear Hermione's words.

"Forget it, let him be happy for a while." Harry said, "But you see, many students in school change boyfriends and girlfriends as quickly as they change clothes. Can a person's soul match so many partners in a lifetime? ?”

"Souls aren't keys and locks, Harry. They're something more complex, like your qualities—the Sorting Hat told me when it almost put me in Ravenclaw that everyone's qualities wouldn't be A single soul is of course impossible. When we were minors, we might associate with many wizards who had a certain resonance, but you would always find the relatively best among the many wizards in the end, in this world and The partner where your compatibility is maximized - that's how the love potion came into being. In fact, these things are rarely used in the wizarding world, and many of the recipes have been lost. The most famous potion surviving today is called hayarn, it will help you identify what your heart really wants. Magic often allows you to see deeper things that you can hardly see yourself."

She was interrupted as Ron gleefully handed Harry a handful of Galleons, yelling "Now you're going to have to give me another Christmas present".She slapped Ron impatiently.

"There are also some spells that can have the same detection effect. It helps you amplify the fluctuations of your soul. While this spell is still working, the partner you find must be the most suitable for you. But this spell is very Rarely, they are usually not a single detection spell, but something that has other purposes, and is often closer to a forbidden spell. This type of spell also needs some other trigger conditions, and once it fails, the result is almost unbearable. But this I can't be sure whether such spells really existed. It's too long ago, and I only read a few parts in the library. I haven't seen any records of people using this type of spells, not a single one. According to my inference, there are very It may be that the key condition for the success of this type of spell is the compatibility of souls, because highly compatible partners are too rare, and people who use these spells have failed." Hermione paused, and then added, "Ron said Yes, there will be no perfect fit, and the so-called soul mate, which is widely spread in Muggles, does not actually exist. There is only fit, and more fit-like two lines that are infinitely close. But the two lines are close to a certain extent, It can also be regarded as a coincidence. There are too few partners who are compatible to this degree. In such a long history of magic, I dare say no more than five pairs. If what Ron said is true, we assume that Veela cannot love someone It produces a confusing effect on men, so if a person can hardly see the traces of being affected by Veela, it is indeed worth boasting."

"Oh." Harry said dryly.

He couldn't believe it.In the last few months on the run, he could find little solace from Ginny, and opening the Marauder's Map and gazing at the moving name seemed to be a routine.When he saw Ginny in the Room of Requirement before the final battle at Hogwarts, he hadn't felt the soul-piercing touch he'd expected.

Back in time, he did go to Ginny as soon as possible.But he only succeeded in confirming that he didn't feel the roaring lion in his chest when he saw Ginny in the Room of Requirement, and it wasn't because the war and responsibility had suppressed his emotions.He could only see Ginny as his sister.Was he still in love with Ginny and didn't know it?

The author has something to say: Pay homage to Shihe's masterpiece "HeartOverMind".