[Deha] World Starlight

Replying to Harry's words: "Are you doing something wrong, brother?"

"I like that description, and I like cheating like this," Fred said, "although we are quiet and reserved."

"cheers!"

Harry laughed as he watched them drain the rippling golden liquid in the vial.

As midnight approached, Hogwarts was firmly protected by powerful protection spells. Stone piers and armors guarded the gate of the castle. All kinds of magic plants left the flower pots and spread their branches wantonly on the playground.Gropp stood guard in front of the castle. He was probably the only giant who stood on Hogwarts' side, although there were far more neutral giants than those who helped Voldemort.

Hagrid looked at him with a look of relief, Fang barking at his feet.

The last combatants arrived at Hogwarts 2 minutes ago—Mrs. Longbottom, who was wearing a neat dark robe, didn't take the dissuasion of the previous members of the Order of the Phoenix seriously: "I'm here to fight, little ones." So saying, the lady gave Neville a firm hug and said proudly, "I'm so proud of you, my boy."

Neville nodded emphatically, then quietly wiped away his tears.

Remus and Snape stood in the corner not knowing what to say.Harry leaned over and said to Snape just now: "You don't need me to tell you, Professor? Just don't pay attention to that dying old man Voldemort."

He got a hard stare as a result.

Thankfully Remus was there.

Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald and Aberforth Dumbledore stood together, but the three ignored each other.Harry knew that they had met and chatted long ago, but now he didn't know why they were still like this-it looked like they were about to fight.

They had made all the preparations, and everyone waited with bated breath, waiting for the moment when the minute hit twelve—a few bright lights shot out from the distant Forbidden Forest, and then there was another strange, mournful cry Screaming... Harry gripped his wand tightly.

It's midnight.

Everyone gripped their wands.

"Bless me." Harry looked at Draco with an air of no hesitation, "I also bless you, a blessing that is more sincere and effective than Felix Elixir..."

Draco kissed him fiercely on the lips.

"May Merlin bless us," he whispered.

Harry pecked lightly at the corner of his lips again: "Luck favors the brave." He laughed without fear.

In the dark forbidden forest, the tree shadows swayed, and the rustling sound changed from a smile to a clear one, and then it seemed to be in their ears—as if there were many legs crawling over the slightly damp soil and leaves, Ron realized What did this sound come from? She shivered suddenly: "Isn't it?!"

But just like that, Hermione screamed—a giant spider the size of a car crawled towards Hogwarts, followed by countless dense spiders—the descendants of Aragog not only participated in the battle, but also Played the vanguard.

The Death Eaters' spells kept bombing the protective spell above Hogwarts... Finally, after 3 minutes or 5 minutes, the protective spell was finally overwhelmed, the little spider crawled over the fence and the iron gate, and the huge spider smashed open the iron gate , the spiders swarmed first, followed by the Death Eaters.

"Oh..." Hagrid let out a whimper, as if he couldn't bear everything in front of him.

Ron said to him, "It can't be helped. They broke the peace treaty first. We can't blame us for that." He said it very relaxedly, but beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

Everyone raised their wands, ready to fight... and Harry?Harry also raised his wand, but he pressed the wand to his throat, and the voice amplified countless times by the spell echoed clearly in the deep night.

It was a Parseltongue.

"Basilik." Harry called out the name of the basilisk loudly, "Hogwarts needs your help."

The night gradually engulfed his voice and the aftermath of his voice, the spiders crawled quickly, and nothing seemed to change because of the name "Basilik" - but the black lake gradually swayed in circles that no one noticed Ripples, the ripples are getting bigger and bigger, and the fluctuations on the water surface have become more intense.

The spiders stopped abruptly, then turned and ran back—it has to be said that they were forced to run much faster than they were forced to.The Death Eaters behind the spider were caught off guard and almost taken away by the rushing tide of spiders.

The basilisk straightened its huge body by the black lake, its golden pupils shining brightly in the dark night, and it swam straight to the location of the castle.

"Someone is attacking Hogwarts," Harry said to it. "We very much need you to stand together against the common enemy."

"Tom Riddle?" The basilisk spit out a scarlet letter, and Ron gulped down a mouthful of saliva.

Harry looked at the Forbidden Forest in the distance in the darkness. "It's him," he said.

The main battlefield at the beginning of the war seems to be on the playground. Countless spells are shot from the sky above Hogwarts to the ground, shot from almost every window, and Peeves flies over the heads of the Death Eaters. , Accompanied by his sharp laughter were the crackling and falling pods of the pimple vine, the Death Eater's head was immediately submerged in many fat caterpillar-like wriggling green pimples, and the devil's net was also entangled by many struggling more and more Fierce Death Eaters.

The stone pier gradually shattered on the lawn, and the armor was scattered all over the ground.

The situation of you coming and going has been maintained for a long time. Although under the blessing of the Felicity Potion, the spells cast on their side will always be a bit biased, but the opposite side is after all experienced and ruthless Death Eaters, and they Hogwarts behind them, Hogwarts is not as lucky as them without the protection of Felicity Potion and Protection Curse—but these damages that are not caused by black magic can be resolved with only a few restorations, so there is no need to worry.

At some point, perhaps Kreacher and Dobby finally persuaded the other elves, and the house-elves joined the war—Harry saw Kreacher and guessed that Regulus and Lucius had probably passed away from the Death Eaters. , and as he expected, Sirius joined the fray.

"To tell you the truth," Sirius' spell stunned the blond Death Eater, "I think all of you who come masked are cowards."

This battle lasted for a long time, and the Death Eaters came one after another. They were gradually covered in dust and scars, but there were not too many casualties.Harry happened to catch a glimpse of the extremely brave Moody and Kingsley, and sighed in his heart that the fighting power of the Order of the Phoenix should not be underestimated.

Then he saw the Hogwarts professors who were swaying magic freely...except that Trelawney, who was smashing the crystal ball from the window on the second floor, might have a different way.

The giants that Harry was worried about never showed up. Later, he heard that under the dual policies of Grinwald and Dumbledore, the few giants who were obsessed with it had already turned their backs, and decided not to get involved in the wizarding world. thing.

At first, the sky was illuminated by the coming and going of various spells, and then, a ray of innocence in the distance shimmered, and it was at this time that Voldemort's voice resounded in the surrounding air again: "It's really amazing! I am amazed and appreciative of your brave resistance." For some reason, Harry heard a little exasperation in the voice.

"But let's stop here, I'll let the Death Eaters stop, and I think you're tired of this time-wasting pointless protection." Voldemort's voice made all wands pause, "I'll come to Hogwarts Liz, a simple duel with Neville Longbottom."

"He should thank you for your life-and-death protection."

"For half an hour, I will give him time to regroup and give you time to build up your mental strength."

The jubilant people returned to the auditorium, and the hardworking elves actually quickly prepared simple sandwiches and pumpkin juice.

The Hogwarts students who had just experienced the first battle in their lives couldn't hide their excitement. They shared their brave achievements with the people around them, but at the same time, their eyes turned to the small door on the wall from time to time—Na Way, Harry, Dumbledore and Grindelwald have an important conversation in it.

"His words affected you? Did it?" Harry said to Neville. "You don't have to wonder if a lot of people would die without Felix. Even if a lot of people did die because of it, it's not because of you."

"I..." Neville wanted to say something excitedly.

"Don't get excited." Harry said flatly, "You have to understand that the reason why countless people are willing to take risks, put their lives on the line, and even risk their lives to fabricate lies at Voldemort's feet isn't it for Neville Longbottom? Or What other personal titles and interests?" Lucius and Narcissa sat at the long Slytherin table, Narcissa was busy asking Draco about this and that, and Sirius followed Regulus to sit at the Slytherin table. The Leithering table, and Remus and Snape.Lily and James were talking to them.

"No, no one is fighting for you." Harry said what he had been thinking for a long time. "Neville, no one is fighting for the Boy Who Lived."

"It's you, and us," Harry nodded at him, Dumbledore, and himself, "we are fighting for this world, so that our descendants will not live in the dire straits we once lived in."

"Of course our awe-inspiring righteousness inevitably has some personal pursuits and desires, which are unavoidable." Harry finally said frankly, "And the decisive battle between you and Voldemort is exactly the same."

"Only by fighting him can you become a complete Neville Longbottom." Dumbledore said to Neville, "Do as I say, boy."

After Neville went out, Grindelwald asked Dumbledore and Harry what was going on between Neville and Voldemort.To be honest, Harry really didn't know that Dumbledore hadn't told Grindelwald this... although this series of things is indeed a bit troublesome to say.

"I'm not really sure that the conjecture about the consequences of Voldemort taking Neville's blood is true," said Dumbledore, "but I believe Harry."

"I trust my experience?" Harry asked himself, "Yeah, my experience, because I didn't die." Harry said quietly, "So he won't die either."

"Professor... Well, there are some things I think are appropriate to say now," Harry looked at Dumbledore, hesitated and finally said, "I always think that Voldemort chooses who will be the 'Boy Who Lived', And Dumbledore cultivated the savior...it doesn't really matter who this person is, it doesn't matter, what matters is how to shape such a person."

"He is such a righteous victim." Grindelwald said sarcastically.

"He did...I can't deny it," said Harry, "in all his original plans 'Harry Potter' was to be sacrificed, though he had speculated about blood."

"But it doesn't matter, I've already figured it out from the time I saw those in Professor Snape's memory-someone has to do these things, it's not Harry Potter or someone else, so why just It can't be Harry Potter." Harry said with a smile, "although it's Neville Longbottom now."

"Maybe...sometimes I feel that if I were in Dumbledore's shoes, I would choose to do that too. There is no best of both worlds in this world, and there is no war without sacrifice - he has tried his best Minimal sacrifice." Harry laughed again, and said, "Besides, I'm not as good as him when it comes to dying generously."

"Great people are great," Harry sighed.

Dumbledore stood in front of Harry, silent.

And Harry looked into his vicissitudes of life, and said seriously: "Perhaps now I have some qualifications to say this...Professor, from the perspective of the world, I may understand you better."

"Besides," Harry finally said, "I can always feel your love for me, including his struggles and helplessness... You are the one who raised me and understands me best, but in another sense , why am I not?"

Grindelwald stared at Harry slightly dissatisfied.

Half an hour later, when Neville was facing Voldemort with the heavy gaze of almost the whole of Hogwarts behind his back, Voldemort was staring directly at Malfoy, Black and Severus.

"Very good." Voldemort pulled out his wand, "After you die, I will properly deal with the people behind you."

Neville gripped his wand tightly in a defensive stance.

Under many factors, he persisted for a long time. The phoenix tail feather holly wood wand that experienced the flashback curse and the elm dragon nerve wand that can be said to have experienced many battles faced each other, and they refused to admit defeat-but in the end, perhaps because of the age of the wand holder However, the Avada Kedavra curse cast by Voldemort's wand still hit Neville, and when he fell, Voldemort fell to the ground suddenly.

Harry quickly raised his wand to hit the opposite side, and the battle started again, but this battle ended quickly.

When Basilik bit Nagini, Neville who was lying on the ground opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes were still wet with tears, and in that trance but real dream, he saw him The person he wanted to see the most—the curse was flying back and forth in front of his eyes, a death eater who had been knocked unconscious fell at his feet, and Neville watched Mrs. Potter defeat Bellatrix in a daze... War Seems intense, he thought, and then he saw Voldemort flickering in the crowd.

Did anyone destroy the last Horcrux?Neville thought, raising his wand.

"Except your weapons."

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☆, World Star III

After the war, Hogwarts was repaired faster than the previous wars—oh, it’s normal to think about it, after all, there are many very powerful wizards and wizards here, and they will return to their original state after eating and drinking. The ability of the spell seems to be stronger than usual.

All the students are happy to be back in class so soon (perhaps the worried parents are even happier).

real.Especially those students who stayed and participated in the battle.

Of course, George and Fred Weasley, who are not graduating, are included.

The professors were also very happy, but the family members of Professor Snape, who had always been moody and angry, seemed to be happier.

So, on September [-]nd, Harry started his seventh and final year of study at Hogwarts without any risk.

Seventh grade, pitifully few new courses.This means that they have more and more time - reviewing what they have learned in the past seven years, and trying to get a score in the NEWTs that will allow them to get the desired position.

"Winning the battle won't help me get the NEWTs qualification certificate!" Pansy broke down and threw Harry's thick notebook on the table, looking unwilling to be persecuted again.

Draco turned a page of the book indifferently: "Are you expecting to cancel the NEWTs exam because of that battle? It seems that you are good enough, even the first grade did not say that you want to cancel the final exam."

"You—" Pansy glared at him angrily, but she was attracted by the brightly colored book in his hand, and forgot about being satirized.She stretched her head to see what Draco was looking at, "Hey, Blaise, do we have such fancy textbooks?" She waved and patted Blaise beside her twice.

"If you look at the title of the book carefully, you will find that it is a travel guide." Blaise smiled, very happy that his words detonated the people around him. The explosive news was interrupted by the bloody crowd before it could be uttered.

"Did I hear you right? Travel books?"

"To travel?!"

The people around questioned in disbelief!

"Why?" Draco glanced around and laughed with unknown meaning, "After all, I don't need to rely on flipping through books to deal with the exam, so it's normal to look at the picture book for fun."

"Yes, yes." The onlookers sighed resignedly, "You don't need to look for a job either."

So, it is the seventh grade, and what everyone is most interested in is the latest review materials, transfer items, and various information about future jobs. As soon as jobs are mentioned, someone is immediately curious and asks: "Harry decided to do it after graduation." What's up?"

"Potter's father was an Auror, right?" someone said. "He's going to be an Auror, too?"

"I haven't heard him say that..." Someone replied, "Last time he said what he was going to do..."

Draco threw a bomb, intending to end their speculation about Harry, "Harry will stay and teach at Hogwarts after graduation."

"Merlin's beard!" Everyone exclaimed!

"However, with Potter's level, he should be able to do it." Someone affirmed, and everyone immediately responded.

"That's great." Pansy said enviously, "Hogwarts is one of the best high-paying jobs...but I don't even know if I can pass the exam."

Draco glanced at Pansy, eagerly hoping that someone could end this series of topics and let these people return to a quiet state of reading books... Just as he was thinking about this, he heard the familiar sound of the stone door opening , and then Harry appeared at the door.

"What are you talking about so happily?" Harry came over, and while sitting down next to Draco, he took the heavy travel book on his lap.

"We're talking..." Pansy said enthusiastically, but she soon realized that Harry's words when he entered the room were really just a simple greeting, and at this moment he was already talking to Draco like no one else.

Harry took the atlas and flipped through a few pages casually: "How about it, have you got any results from the research?"

Draco tilted his head to look at Harry, instead of answering his question, he asked, "Is it cold outside? What did Hagrid tell you to do?"

"It's nothing right... Pack up and feed another batch of snails and take care of those immature elementary school boys." Harry looked down at the famous scenic spots everywhere, "You also know that everyone is busy reviewing now, I just have time to help him."

"Taking snails as soon as class starts, huh." Draco sneered, "Hagrid's problem of thinking that the whole world likes those magical animals will never get better."

"The first class was about Sniff, and I helped bury the Irish Leprechaun gold coins for a long time." Harry said, "Have you figured out where to go?"

The curious Pansy leaned over and asked, "This book... when are you two planning to go?"

"Graduation trip." Harry said with a smile, "After all, there may not be any free time to have a good time, so I plan to have a good time after graduation."

Draco disagreed with Harry's statement that the two of them didn't have much time together after graduation: "You don't have summer vacation in the future, and you can also go out for Christmas."

"Yes yes yes." Harry smiled and flipped through the book.

Draco leaned over and turned to a certain page of the book to show Harry: "I plan to let the two of us go here for a couple of days first, and then go to the nearby cities."

Harry carefully looked at the castle building in the photo that was completely different from Hogwarts, and said hesitantly, "Muggle amusement park? Hmm...it's a good idea."

Draco smiled, fist bumping Harry.

In the early morning of July 1998, 7, Harry, who successfully passed the NEWTs exam with honors, not only received the certificate, but also received a letter of employment from the world's best school of magic - Hogwarts.And Harry, who was on a honeymoon trip at the time, gave the cute barn owl a little specialty, then took the hotel pen handed over by Draco, and smoothly wrote it at the end of the two parchments [Principal: Severer Snape] and signed his name.

"Great birthday present." Harry clasped his pen and folded a piece of parchment into an envelope for the barn owl to take away.

As for Draco, he took the employment letter belonging to Harry and read it carefully, and then said flatly: "The salary is average, but considering the summer vacation... it's barely enough."

Harry laughed: "Professor Snape will deduct points from you Draco if he hears you say that - but then we only have one month left of our vacation."

Draco narrowed his eyes. He looked at Harry's loose nightgown tie and the large area of ​​​​exposed skin, and said meaningfully, "Sounds like a pity to you?"

Harry blinked. "What do you think? My dear."

On September 1998, 9, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts ushered in the youngest professor since the school was founded, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was officially renamed as Basic Understanding of Dark Arts and Defense Against the Dark Arts.Well, although the final acronym is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The youngest Professor Potter ever said: "After all, no matter whether the school teaches or not, wizards who study black magic study black magic. This is not as good as the professors in our system, helping students reduce the possibility of encountering black magic after leaving school. harm caused."

But he added: "Anyway, as long as the professor isn't some other dangerous creature, and the students get decent grades on their Wizarding Ranks, parents don't really care whether they're studying Defense Against the Dark Arts or Knowledge and Defense Against the Dark Arts at school."

Oh yes, in the same year, herbalism also ushered in the youngest and most prestigious new professor - Neville Longbottom.As Professor Sprout's most proud student, Professor Longbottom successfully turned this unpopular course into the favorite course of Hogwarts students.

Of course, the main reason is that the person who gave the lecture was the famous savior who survived the catastrophe.

One of the first things Harry did when he came to work early at the end of August was to light the fireplace in the office and add a commuting route to Malfoy Manor.Of course, Draco's activities in the Ministry of Magic and Principal Snape's extrajudicial favor were indeed indispensable for this route to be approved.

Then he began to tidy up the office without complaint.

Professor Porter posted a list of new items from the Weasley Brothers Joke Store on the bulletin board (with detailed introductions) during the break time between teaching knowledge, and posted a note below: Students who need to buy, please go to Submit the order form, payment and the name of the college to Professor Porter before the weekend. Ps: Dangerous and prohibited items that are not on the form are not allowed. Violators will lose their order qualifications.

On the same day, he received a yelling letter from George and Fred: Harry, there are no dangerous goods in our house!

Harry wrote back: Thank you for opening a branch in Hogsmeade, which has reduced my orders a lot, but a lot of senior students have started to provide free purchasing services, guaranteeing that they can buy all products.This annoys Filch, and he's complained to me no less than ten times this week - any more and he'll probably cry to Headmaster Snape.

Of course, business still needs to be done.So you can signal to all buyers not to make trouble with the administrator!Stop throwing weird, explosive, smelly, sticky things into his office.

good for everyone.

Harry.

Oh, I have to say that Harry and Neville's teaching career is going well, after all, they are really capable and fresh people in the courses they teach.However, the mischievous and curious students sometimes give them some problems—of course, no one is not interested in these two professors, after all, they are young, gentle and talkative professors who faced the war directly!

Yes, the point is to be young, gentle and talkative.

Presumably these students will especially love Harry and Neville's gentle style in Potions and Transfiguration.

... and perhaps a history of magic?

Harry, who has taken up the position of teaching and educating people, actually seldom sees Neville at school except during meals. After all, Neville stays in several greenhouses for a whole day.

——Well, in fact, the main reason is that Harry lives at home at night and comes back in the morning. If the one at home who is busy with work has nothing to do at noon, he won't eat lunch at school.

One day, Harry and Neville met in the hallway, and they walked together and talked for a while.

Of course, the two young and handsome professors attracted the attention of the crowd in the corridor.Of course, the students didn't dare to be too blatant, they just secretly pretended to look at the scenery by the window and peeked at them. Only a few little girls in the first grade screamed softly: "Look, look, savior!"

Harry laughed and teased Neville: "I heard that your class is full of people. One day I should go to observe and learn from teaching experience, huh?"

Neville blushed in embarrassment, but stopped, turned around and said seriously: "Students, I hope you will stop calling me 'Savior'."

The corridor was instantly silent.

Neville clenched his fists and said solemnly: "Because every wizard who fought at Hogwarts that day, every wizard who stood up for justice, fought for it, and even lost his life in that era, is a is the savior."

"It was everyone who changed the entire wizarding world."

Harry heard a boy not far from him say to a group of yearning first years around him, "Those two, Longbottom and Potter, are my seniors."

Harry sighed softly, then smiled.He was the first to applaud.

Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Snape, who were talking about things at the corner, also applauded.Neville obviously didn't expect that these words would be heard by them, and his face turned red all of a sudden.But immediately, the students also applauded.

Applause echoed down the long corridor.

It took a long time to stop slowly.

"I have a message for you, all of you." Harry patted Neville on the shoulder, and continued, "Those who are studying at Hogwarts at this moment, and those of you who will be studying at Hogwarts in the future brothers and sisters."

More and more people gathered around them, and every painting was full of people.

"We," Harry looked at the immature faces around him, looked into their clear eyes, "did some interesting things in our time, some great things that will be written down in history."

"But the future belongs to you." Harry opened his hands, gesturing to everyone around him.

"You will eventually become the shining stars in this world, and the brilliance will illuminate yourself and light up the world."

"I look forward to that day."

-THAN-

The author has something to say: let us solve tomorrow's matter tomorrow - the senior cat with a lot of debts said to himself.

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☆、Those untraceable times

Half of the short but beautiful summer and summer vacation have passed, and Harry has finally finished all his homework intermittently, so he can relax and think about some things that must be considered.

In the kitchen, the biscuits have been baked with a sweet taste, and the sun is shining all over the house and outside.

The warm but not hot sun brought warmth to everything, and the warm wind blew from the woods in the valley, passed through the fence gate of Godric's Hollow No. Turned around, blowing the emerald green leaves of the dark green vines that were twining and climbing.

Leaning against the door frame, Harry looked at James and Lily who were chatting with the plants in the small garden. The breeze sent a few words of their chat, and he could vaguely distinguish the names of some plants and potions. Occasionally, there were senior officials from the Ministry of Magic. And a few familiar names, nothing more than Padfoot Moonface and those guys who committed crimes that James has been arresting recently.

Harry stood casually, with a relaxed expression. He listened to the voices of James and Lily, watched them busy and laughing, and there seemed to be an ancient spring in his staring eyes, and the ripples were full of nostalgia.

It was as if he was looking at the most important thing in the world to him.

And it is.

Two people who are far more important than his life...they give him life and give him the warmest love.

Make everything about him make sense.

Harry, who was leaning against the door, smiled softly, as if he had thought of something fun...

——He thought of his most dangerous escape days, when he was at NO.12 Grimmauld Place with Ron and Hermione.That morning, in Sirius' room, he found fragments of a letter Lily had written.

He read the words on the parchment many times, and saw the similarity between his mother's handwriting and his.He cherished it as if he had acquired some incredible treasure, because it proved that Lily and James had existed--the man who gave him his life and his name had really existed.

And probably wrote countless letters like that in those short days.

— full of love.

Her warm hand had moved over the parchment, pouring ink into these letters, these words, of him, of Harry, of her son.

For the former Harry, everything others said about James and Lily was like the scenery on the other side of the thick fog, always there, never clear, although their existence was traceable, but There is no difference between a moving photo and a non-moving tombstone.

He used to be very attached to Hogwarts, and he also liked the Burrow very much; he liked the Quarantine Square NO.12 displayed in the time window, but in the end, the person who said he would give him a home also disappeared under the curtain of time back.

All of this is dissolved in the history and future of this world, and in the future, his memory will become more and more blurred.

but now……

Harry stood up straight and stretched, the air was warm and sweet with the summer sun pouring down on everything.

He turned and went back to the kitchen, poured the freshly baked biscuits on a plate, and placed them on the small table outside the house along with three cups of fragrant tea.

But now, everything in the past, whether it is relying on others or other people's eyes and discussions, the thrilling Hogwarts study and life at the end of every year, or running on the edge of danger or facing danger... Many things have become like the thinnest in the sky. The clouds are really like a dream, if not everything is still clear.

A dream that no one knows except him.

But even if those are really dreams, so what, as long as this moment is real, as long as this time, these people are real.

Harry tilted his head and thought about some funny things, nothing more than between James and Lily, between Sirius and Regulus, between Remus and... Severus.

And maybe Dumbledore and Grindelwald?Harry recalled that he thought Skeeter was full of nonsense back then, but since he was a child and grew up hearing those stories from Grandma Bathilda over and over again, he couldn't help but believe in the truth of those stories.

—Perhaps now I am better suited to write that book.Harry laughed inwardly.

But instead, his brows and eyes softened, and the smile on his lips became shallow and deep, "A lot of things are unpredictable, Draco..." Harry sighed like this, and couldn't help but Thinking of little Draco who reached out to him back then.

Harry smiled lightly, then took a deep breath, and shouted to James and Lily not far away: "It's tea time."

"Come on baby."

James and Lily responded happily.

The author has something to say: Many things are not as simple as imagined - such as the end_(:з」∠)_

☆、Tooth Potion

Remus's decision to become a chocolatier received strong support from his relatives. James bought all the chocolate products on the market to find out the enemy's situation, and Sirius said he would provide follow-up financial support.

Lily stirred the melted chocolate in the cauldron like a potion, rich and rich