Platinum warm sun

【The final chapter】

"Fox." At the end of the long aisle, the blond girl looked slightly tired, and said the slogan to the half-turned guardian armor in front of the principal's office.

The armor seemed sluggish, but eventually moved away from the doorway before Anastasia could draw her wand and use violence.

Standing on the slowly ascending stairs, Anastasia maintained a calm face and unclear eyes, then raised her head slightly, and walked into the offices of previous Hogwarts principals.

"Are you back, child..." An old but hale and hearty voice came from the mural on the wall facing the desk.

"En." Anastasia just responded lightly.

"Thea?" Dumbledore's eyes flickered behind the lens, "Did you encounter something?"

She chuckled and looked up, "Hasn't Albus Dumbledore's great information network communicated to you what happened? Oh, I almost forgot, there are no such psychic murals in the Quidditch pitch and the Forbidden Forest."

Anastasia clearly saw that the old man with silver beard and Snape in black in the mural next to him were frowning.

She gradually suppressed her smile, finally squeezed the magic wand in her sleeve, and then put it on the table, while she sat down with a clear tired posture.

"Albus, Sev, I was just barely—a moment ago, casting the Avada Kedavra. There was no hesitation, I was just preempted."

"Just now, everyone knew that I am the new president of the Order of the Phoenix."

"Just now, I watched my only relative die in front of me."

The tone of the narrative is plain, and the time sequence is disordered, but it reveals endless sadness.

She suddenly raised her head sharply, and looked directly at the old man in the painting with a look of unbearable expression, "Albus, my brother, Albert is still alive—or, he was alive just now. He... told me Something interesting."

For the first time, Dumbledore showed a slightly helpless expression like a child, "Thea, my child, you...you know."

Anastasia stretched out her left hand and rubbed her sore temple, her voice was a little more hoarse and tired than usual, "Tell me, Albus, you had nothing to do with the fire at Hill's house—at least, tell me that Not your handwriting."

The old man shook his head, "Although I did not do the taboo fire, I'm still sorry, Thea. If it wasn't for my actions, Voldemort might not have noticed your existence..."

Anastasia breathed a sigh of relief.

She could veto his speculation without hesitation in front of Albert, but she still had hesitation in her heart.

Fortunately.

"So," Anastasia looked up, "only my blood and yours can complete the summoning spell on the phoenix?" The blood of the Hill family.

Dumbledore shook his head again, "Actually, that's only possible with your blood. You can summon any phoenix you want. But for me, it's just for Fawkes. Fawkes is my phoenix in Albania. found in the forest, and I - though I hate to say it - is the owner of Fawkes. So summoning Fawkes is the only thing I can do with this spell."

Dumbledore paused, "I'm sorry, Thea, good boy. When I first approached you, I did have a purpose."

Anastasia lightly raised the corner of her mouth, mockingly, and whispered softly: "It doesn't matter anymore."

She turned around, walked out the door, and stopped in front of the big bookshelf again.On top of the bookshelf, the old, dusty Sorting Hat had its mouth open.

She looked at the sorting hat for a long time, and said coldly, "You are also wrong sometimes. I am not a qualified Gryffindor, I am a Slytherin, and have always been."

The tip of the Sorting Hat bent, "No, you do have the characteristics of Slytherin, but at the bottom of your heart, you are Gryffindor. Once again, I will still make that choice."

Anastasia tilted her head, "You won't." Then she walked out of the office.

She might have had Gryffindor traits, but after today, she could only be Slytherin.People are subject to change.

The decision made by the Sorting Hat at that point in time might be correct, but at least now, she can clearly feel the flame in her heart go out little by little, making her a Slytherin completely.

There's nothing wrong with Slytherin, is there?

At least, you won't be burdened by so many feelings... Just protect what you cherish, right?

**

"Thank you." The camera switched to the Ministry of Magic's interrogation room, where Anastasia, who was wearing a black robe, was facing Skadi who was sitting alone on a chair with her wand removed.

Scarti raised her eyes and glanced at Anastasia, then lowered her eyes again, her voice seemed to be much older, "You don't need to thank me."

Anastasia's bangs drooping over her bright green eyes, "You've been kind to me, haven't you?"

At the Ministry of Magic, she looked at Scarty on the ground again just before apparating, and saw the slight upward arc of her mouth even though she was unconscious.She already knew the outcome of that game, and the winner would only be Anastasia.At the same time, Skadi also made those children make choices in this way, and made her trust clear.

In the Forbidden Forest, Skadi took the lead in casting the Death Curse before she, who was hotheaded at the time.If the people from the Ministry of Magic used the flashback spell to check her wand later, they would not be caught. The innocence of the Order of the Phoenix would be guaranteed, and her identity as the president of the Order of the Phoenix would also be verified.

After issuing the Avada Kedavra, Skadi let the children see the scene where the two of them faced each other with their wands again, and faced the end of being knocked to the ground calmly.

After all, she was just looking for a relief.

Even if it was the so-called betrayal of the Order of the Phoenix, she had never done anything that really harmed the interests of the Order of the Phoenix or her—even though there were two lives between them.

Skadi indulged herself in being arrested, determined her own ending, and controlled herself so that she would never have a chance to hurt Anastasia again.

Granted, Scarty Brown, to Anastasia, was kind indeed.

"Thank you," Anastasia repeated, straightening up. "Goodbye."

After today, her responsibilities will be even greater.

Even though her heart is cold, she has always kept her promises.Since she promised that Albus and Sif would guard Hogwarts, she would do it.

Even though there were so many deceptions and hesitation, those who agreed were finally agreed.

She walked out of the gate of the Ministry of Magic. The sky in Britain was rarely smoggy, and the sun was shining warmly.

She felt a little glaring, she stretched out her hand to cover it, and looked forward.

In the platinum-blond warm sun, her platinum-blond haired boy stood in front of her with a gentle smile and full of tenderness, and then walked towards her.

In any case, she will at least have him by her side in the future.

That's enough.

【End of full text】

The author has something to say:

It's finally over...

It really took more than a year and a month... Of course, I was lazy and didn't update most of the time.

The text of this article ends here.There are no guarantees.

In fact, in this article, what I want to express is just a concept-no one is perfect.

Dumbledore may be great, but he is not always without any flaws, at least he has brought Anastasia a lot of luck or misfortune.

Harry Potter is famous, but his success is also based on the blood and efforts of others.

Draco may be awkward and arrogant, but he is still a worried and scared teenager at heart.

Anastasia has paid a lot. Although she is recognized as a Gryffindor, after going through so many things, she will also start to be afraid that everyone around her will leave her, so she would rather be a Gryffindor. Slytherin doesn't need to be so great, as long as he can protect the people he cares about.

In Scarty's words, there are too many times of justice, and a small hole in her heart expands infinitely to create a darkness, but she can't really treat Stasi with heart, so she would rather give up on herself in the end.

The main thread of this article has not been love, but Anastasia would not be what it is without the love between Draco and Draco.Draco was the only belief that sustained her through those years of loneliness.I can't say that they had love when they were so young, but after they met again, it became a matter of course that their understanding and cherishing each other turned into love and continued to deepen.

That's it.

After this article is finished, I should post a fanart of Golden Strings + Net King that was previously published on Liancheng, but was locked because I couldn’t get on Liancheng when I went abroad. , Take it easy first, maybe I will throw away this article and write it again, maybe when I think of it, I will write a few strokes.In the future, the focus of the article should be put on my only present "Thousands of Faces and Light Fading" (although the click on this article is really weak to speechless), love will still not have big waves.

Just sauce.

When I climbed Jinjiang today, I suddenly found that the click-through rate of this article has increased by more than 1000. I am scared ⊙﹏⊙b sweat