Harriet Potter

When I arrived in the kitchen a few hours later, there was already a pile of presents waiting for me on the table.Before I went downstairs, Ron gave me a copy of "Twelve Ways to Win Rogues and Heartbreakers". I couldn't laugh or cry, and Hermione rolled her eyes so much that she could probably shoot down the birds above the Burrow.At the top of the gift pile was a watch from Mrs. Weasley, which had once belonged to her brother Fabian, whom Moody had introduced to me, one of the original Order of the Phoenix who had died in the line of duty.I unwrapped the looking glass from Hermione, and the instant hair dye from Bill and Fleur ("Your hair will be bright and smooth," Madame Delacour assured me, "but be sure to mix it well , otherwise you'll find the hair color a little too rich..."), chocolates from the Delacours and a big box of the latest Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes from the twins.Ron and Hermione and I carried the presents upstairs before the kitchen got too crowded, there wasn't much room after the two camp beds in the attic, so we put the presents in Ron's room.He used to live with the twins, but George and Fred lived more in the shop, so the two beds became Hermione's makeshift bookshelf.She's been picking out books for the trip these days, and Ron once joked that we're going to be tracking Voldemort in the traveling library.

After arriving at the Burrow, it wasn't that I didn't think twice about trying to persuade Hermione and Ron to let me go alone, but the words became harder to say after knowing what they had done: Ron disguised the ghoul as a loose Pox himself to protect his family from Ministry of Magic officials; Hermione altered the memories of her parents and watched them board the plane and emigrate to Australia.In addition, they packed up their luggage and got compound soup, dill essence and other medicines that we might use on the way under Mrs. Weasley's eyes.I thought I'd have a while after arriving at the Burrow to convince Ron and Hermione to get back together and go back to Hogwarts, or to Apparate away at some unnoticed moment after the wedding, but Hermione and Ron They have shown me with their actions that they are fully aware of the consequences of following me and are prepared for it.They always remind me what kind of friendship between these two is a gift from fate when I start to take it for granted. I don't think I am qualified to accept such a gift, but I always accept it in the end.

The next day was Bill and Fleur's wedding, and we'd been so busy with the meals, the decorations, the registration of people, I wanted to let the birthday go, but Mrs Weasley insisted that there must be at least one party.She invited Lupine and Tonks—I was surprised but delighted to learn that they were married, and they, together with the Weasleys, Hagrid at the Burrow, and the Delacours, were the guests of the birthday party. The scale is really not small.

Rufus Scrimgeour appeared as Mrs. Weasley directed a snitch-shaped cake the size of a water balloon to fly directly over the dining table.The Minister of Magic, who came alone, called me, Ron, and Hermione away under everyone's surprised eyes, scribbled a long life to me, and then got to the point.

Can't say I'm surprised that Dumbledore left me things or that the Ministry kept them for a month, but I have mixed feelings that Dumbledore also left things for Ron and Hermione, he totally Clearly I don't want to involve Ron and Hermione in the quest he left behind.

"Under the Just Forfeiture Act, the Ministry of Magic has the power to confiscate things covered by wills—"

"That law was made to stop wizards from diverting items of the Dark Arts," said Hermione, and I was taken aback by her outburst of anger, "the Ministry of Magic should have conclusive evidence that the dead's things were illegal before they could confiscate them! Are you saying you think Dumbledore wants to leave us with something evil?"

"Are you planning a career in magical law in the future, Miss Granger?" Scrimgeour asked.

"No," retorted Hermione, "I want to do something good in the world!"

Ron laughed out loud.Scrimgeour glanced at him and looked away, and I joined the conversation.

"Now how come you've decided to let us get our stuff again? No excuse to keep them?"

"No, it's because the 31-day period is up," said Hermione immediately. "They can't keep things longer than that unless they can prove they're dangerous. Right?"

I don't know how many times, I admire Hermione's knowledge. She may be the first student at school to refute the Minister of Magic to the face by citing the law.Scrimgeour turned his finger on Ron, trying to use him as a breakthrough to ask what secrets were hidden in the inheritance that Dumbledore left to the three of us alone. It is possible to succeed.

The more questions I asked, the more he reminded me of Fudge, the former Minister for Magic, the man who spent almost a year after Voldemort's return discrediting me and fighting Dumbledore - despite the latter's sympathy for His position is of no interest.Scrimgeour finally pissed me off when he refused to give the Gryffindor sword to me in accordance with Dumbledore's will on the grounds that it was a historical relic.

"Has anyone tried to stab Voldemort with a sword? Maybe the Ministry of Magic should send someone to do it instead of wasting all day dismantling Deluminators and blocking news of Azkaban's escape. So you're in Do this, Minister, shut yourself in an office, racking your brains to open a snitch? Dead people everywhere - I almost died too - Voldemort chased me through three counties and he killed Mad-Eye Han, but the Ministry of Magic doesn't say a word about these things, does it? You expect us to cooperate with you?"

"You're going too far!" Scrimgeour shouted and stood up, and I jumped up too.He limped up to me and poked my wand in the shoulder and neck so hard it burned a hole in my collar like a lit cigarette.If after the first two encounters he thought it was going to scare me, I should have laughed in his face.

"Hey!" Ron yelled, jumping up and raising his wand, and I waved him one arm. "No! Do you want him to have an excuse to arrest us?"

"You remembered that you weren't at school, did you?" Scrimgeour's face was downcast condescendingly, his wand was still poking at my neck, and he breathed heavily on my face, "Remembering that I'm not Dumbledore, You're not going to forgive your disrespect and presumptuousness, are you? You can wear that scar like a crown, Potter, but it's not up to a 17-year-old kid to tell me how to do my job! You should learn to respect people! "

"You should learn to earn the respect of others!"

The noise we made alarmed those outside, who rushed in and interrupted my confrontation with Scrimgeour.The latter stepped back, glanced at the little hole he had burned in my collar, and seemed to regret his gaffe.

"I regret your attitude." He stared at me again and said, "You seem to think that the Ministry's wishes are different from your - Dumbledore's - wishes. We should work together."

"I never liked your ways, Minister," I said.

With Scrimgeour gone and everyone back at the garden table, Dumbledore's Deluminator, The Tales of Beedle the Bard, and the Snitch were passed around by many hands, but there was no question why he left them for None of us can tell why.It was already very late when the party officially started, everyone ate in a hurry, and then sang a birthday song hastily, ate the cake in two bites, and then parted ways.Before returning to the tent, Hagrid gave me a donkey skin bag that only the owner could open, and I considered asking Hermione if I could also put the Untraceable Stretching Charm on it, so that I could store more important things.

Ron and Hermione avoid each other these days and are polite when they have to see each other, and Mrs Weasley's splitting us up to prevent us from discussing our plans has helped them avoid embarrassment. .But there were things we obviously needed to get together to discuss, so I took advantage of Mrs Weasley's departure to see off the guests and gave Ron a wink to come up to the loft after everyone had gone to bed.Next, I planned to go back to the attic with Hermione and pretend to sleep and wait for Ron, but Ginny called me away when I went up to the second floor, and I followed her into the room in confusion.

This was my first time in Ginny's room.There was a large poster of the Weird Sisters singing group on one wall, a photo of Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harpies, on the other, and a desk facing the large open window. It must have been pretty cool during the day. bright.Outside the window is the orchard, where a huge milky white tent is now pitched. The golden flag on the top of the tent is just flush with the window, reflecting the light of the room.

"So you still don't have a clue about Dumbledore's legacy, do you?" Ginny said, drawing the curtains.

"Yeah," I said, closing the door and scanning the room uncomfortably, "tell Ron to turn off the lights, Hermione to read the fairy tale book, and hand me the first snitch I caught? Not to remind me Remember the rewards of perseverance and skill."

"I have some guesses about this." Ginny turned to me, something flickering in the depths of her brown eyes. "Remember, your first game? How did you get it?"

"I..." I tried to remember for a while, and suddenly I was shocked, "I almost swallowed it!"

"Fred and George loved acting out that scene back then. I thought you might try it," Ginny gave a slightly mischievous smile. "Well, give it a kiss."

"Good idea." I almost rushed upstairs, but Ginny walked towards me, and I remembered why I was here, "You asked me to come...?"

"I've been thinking about what to give you for your birthday," Ginny said. "Probably years. I don't know what would work for you. It shouldn't be too big or you won't be able to carry it with you."

"Well...you don't have to..."

"You know, I used to like you."

I stared at Ginny with my mouth gaping, choking on the half of my breath I hadn't uttered.

"God, I feel hurt just looking at you." Ginny shook her head amusedly. "Don't worry, I didn't intend to make a cliché confession. It's a birthday present."

I was embarrassed and bewildered by her seeming intention of gifting me the most embarrassing part of our awkward time together. "Thank you? Uh..."

"I never got very close to you until last semester, and after spending months watching you blame, deny, and isolate yourself, I finally decided to give you this as a gift. I want you to always remember You are the nicest person I have ever met, and you deserve a lot more than you can blame yourself for."

Her eyes were so hot and determined that I almost flinched from it.

"I'm way past that stage of dreaming of marrying my hero. Now I feel like I'll probably never marry anyone because I'm comparing every boy I've ever met to you and they don't One equal to you."

The author has something to say: Ginny: Expressed that she didn't want to date you and sent you a giant nice person card.