[Deha] World Starlight

, the smell of sweat and blood poured into his mouth and nose, and the greedy hot air sprayed into his throat...

Neville, who was two steps behind, noticed that Snape's back disappeared into the far corner of the corridor. Just as he was about to call Harry, he felt a black figure rush out from the edge of his vision and threw Harry down. He subconsciously With a cry, he raised his wand.

But to the surprise of everyone who saw this scene, Greyback rolled down from Harry like a wounded wolf, and the blood that kept flowing from his lower abdomen stained a piece of Harry's clothes and A small piece of the floor beneath him—perhaps this was something that even Greyback hadn't thought of. Before his teeth could touch the boy's skin, the invisible blade of the wand pointed at his waist and abdomen shot out. His entire belly has been cut open.

Harry got up from the ground, where he landed on an ever-expanding pool of blood.He glanced at Greyback, who was struggling to get up on the floor, and said to Neville, "He's in your hands."

"Huh?" Neville subconsciously said.

"Kill him, or keep him and send him to Azkaban." Harry said indifferently, "or petrify him and leave him here..." He walked quickly across the corridor, looking Ginny panted as Sirius knocked Amycus over in the stranger's face.A little further away, Ron and Professor McGonagall are fighting a Death Eater everywhere.A little farther away, Tonks was fighting a huge blond wizard. The wizard's spell flew around and bounced off the wall, smashing the wall and shattering the windows not far away. Glass……

Gritting his teeth, Harry ran around the corner when a spell exploded above his head in a shower of debris.He galloped down the empty hallway, slipping bloody soles on the marble steps, but before the blood on the soles of his shoes was all on the ground, he would step on fresh blood.

Harry stumbled down the stairs, not thinking too much in his mind, and he didn't know what he was chasing or trying to hinder... Neville was running upstairs and down the marble stairs to eat death The disciples cast several spells, Harry didn't know how many hit them, but the attack caused most of the portraits around the stairs to scream.

Harry heard more and more screaming and shouting as he ran towards the foyer, as if everyone else in the castle had been awakened...but he didn't have time to bother with the others right now who didn't know what was going on, So he ran straight down the marble stairs, past a few people in pajamas looking out of the Hufflepuff lounge.

The oaken gates of the castle were blown open, bloodstained on the flagstones in front of them, and several stunned students huddled against the wall, one or two of them covering their faces with their arms.The huge Gryffindor hourglass was hit by a spell, and the rubies inside were still crackling and falling onto the slate...

"..." Harry frowned, he seemed to hear Neville's voice, but he wasn't sure if it was calling him - but it was the same whether it was or not.Harry galloped across the hall and out into the dark arena.

The sky was very dark, there was no moonlight, and even the stars were extremely dim. The most conspicuous light source in the entire sky was the Dark Mark hanging above the Astronomy Tower.Harry squinted his eyes and stared at the vague figures in front of him, and probably recognized which one Draco was... He changed his hair color for a moment.

The cool night wind was tearing at his lungs and blowing through his golden hair. Although the air was still quite fresh, it was by no means a comfortable night and late exercise... Harry's own panting was heard all over his ears.He ran hard towards a beam of light suddenly shining in the distance.

When Hagrid came out of the cabin, the moonlight escaped the clouds, and Harry saw many spells hitting Hagrid's giant skin like the Iron Armor Charm, which made Bellatrix angry. yelled.At the same time, he also heard something behind him, so he looked back subconsciously—Neville was running behind the Death Eaters not far away, and the three of them blocked each other all the way... The scene was a little chaotic, but in Si After Nep suddenly yelled something, all the Death Eaters ran towards the gate as if they had drunk a stimulant potion. Hagrid chased after him, but Bellatrix pointed back at his house and yelled He said: "The flames are blazing!" With a loud explosion-like noise, a flying orange fireball flew in all directions.Hagrid's cabin was on fire.

"Footh's in there, you fiend—!" Hagrid snarled.

The woman's sharp laughter spread in the cold air.

Harry also ran towards the door with all his might, and for some reason, Snape, who had been running beside Draco, slowed down, but none of the running Death Eaters noticed—finally, a few Death Eaters The gangsters ran out of the gate almost at the same time, and at the same time, Harry was watching their backs as if they were very proud from three steps away.

In fact, everything seems to be said very slowly, but in fact it only happened in a split second-a few Death Eaters ran to the door and prepared to Apparate, but just as they were about to Apparate, Harry snapped Draco fell to the ground, and they rolled several times on the ground outside the gate, while the Death Eaters could only watch helplessly as the two blond hair rolled together, and then Disapparated the next moment.

No one saw Snape's eyes, and then the eyes disappeared into the Disapparation.

Lying on the tamped, grassless ground under a starry night sky, Harry felt a dull ache all over his body and a burning throat.And Draco was lying next to Harry, listening to Harry's breathing as fast as his own, not wanting to think about those things in his head, nor feeling what was going on in his heart.

That's fine... even if it's just a few seconds...

But as long as they are not dead, it is impossible to lie here forever... No, it is impossible to lie here forever no matter they are dead.So the next second when Neville's footsteps were approaching and somehow walking away, Harry said to Draco, "Don't worry."

"I'm not worried, Harry," said Draco, who had sat up from the ground and was looking sideways at Harry as he spoke, although the constant panting made it sound like there was not much strength in his voice, But that trust isn't something that simply equates to power: "I'm with you."

"As long as you know what to do."

"Thank goodness." Harry lay on his back and looked at the starry sky, and said, "Fortunately, I'm quite clear."

Then he got up and said, "Let's go, help Hagrid put out the fire first..."

If time goes back a little bit, it would be good to turn the night back to the day, and it doesn't have to be too early, as long as after lunch, if someone walks through the underground corridor at that time, they can see a black-haired boy ringing the front Potions class The door to Professor Snape's office.

Of course he was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts now, but that didn't matter.

Of course it was Harry who knocked on the door of Snape's office. Before he really made up his mind to knock on the door, he didn't know what kind of decision he had made, but when he knocked on the door, He already felt that deciding whether it was right or not was meaningless.

Just like when Snape told Voldemort the half of the prophecy, he didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong, but he chose to spend the rest of his life silently bearing everything brought about by this decision.Harry felt that he should also bear the consequences of too many decisions - fortunately most of his decisions so far have not resulted in bad or too bad results, unfortunately he has no way of predicting what will happen after what he wants to do What will be the consequences.

Or, lead to too many consequences.

When Snape opened the door, he showed a slightly surprised expression. He and Harry just looked at each other for a while through the not-so-large gap in the door, then he twitched the corners of his mouth and opened the door.

Harry thanked him, walked into the gloomy Potions professor's office, took out his wand and said to the door, "Close your ears and listen."

Snape raised an eyebrow at him.

"Professor Dumbledore said he told you... something." Harry said in a word: "So, Professor, I'm here to ask you... an unfeeling favor."

Snape looked at Harry, his expression slowly becoming playful: "It's about Draco," he said.

"Yes." Harry admitted frankly.

Snape made a "please speak" gesture.

Harry took a deep breath: "I don't know how many uninvited guests will come tonight, but I hope they can't take Draco away."

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Snape looked at Harry as if he were looking at something... something that couldn't be said.

"I couldn't be more clear, Professor." Harry looked into Snape's eyes: "I promised him that I would not let that mark be engraved on his arm and become a brand that he would bear for the rest of his life... Did you take my words seriously, but when you said this, every word was serious."

Harry looked at Snape, whose eyes were full of thought.And he just waited quietly... until: "You promise you'll take care of everything? Leave him at Hogwarts and you don't think anyone will accuse him."

"I'm sorry I can't promise," Harry smiled, but his tone was not joking, he said: "But if he is accused, I will stand up and be accused with him."

"Oh." Snape laughed, "It seems that you really don't know what you're talking about." He sneered, "Young and frivolous, arrogant...you are as self-righteous as your father, even more so than him." I can't figure out the gains and losses..."

Harry interrupted Snape, "Sorry, Professor," he said, with a hint of resignation and apology in his smile, "Of course I resemble him, I'm his child after all...and of course Lily Evans' child. "

Snape frowned and said nothing.

"There is also the question of gains and losses... Well, I think maybe family and friends are the most important to that Potter? Of course this Potter..." Harry pointed to himself, "I think so too."

"Draco is my family..." Harry looked at Snape, wondering if he should say the next thing...but he finally said it: "You are my family too...of course There's Professor Dumbledore and...and some people...maybe I've lost the meaning of the word 'family'..." Harry blinked and sniffed, trying to say something but was suddenly swarmed took a hug.

"..." So Harry boldly raised his arms and hugged Snape after a short period of sluggishness.

"I don't know what to say..."

"Then don't say it," Snape said coldly.

"Yes, Professor."

"..."

"I'll take it as if you promised me?" Harry said anxiously and cheerfully.

"..."

"Thank you Professor! And... take care of yourself." Harry sniffed again.

"..." Snape patted him lightly on the back.

The author has something to say: There are a lot of things at the end of the recent period, and I feel that the thinking is not very clear——

☆、Fall IV

A moist smell of smoke and fire erupted in the air and slowly covered up the smell of burnt wood and dog hair. More and more lights in the castle lit up, and the crescent moon emitted a soft radiance in the sky, illuminating the night Gloomy clouds.

Harry was looking at Neville in such an unclear light, he didn't know if his expression was as gloomy as the other's, like a cloud illuminated by moonlight.The wind was blowing, and the clouds in the night sky were moving, making the stars appear and disappear.

"It's not too bad," Hagrid said hopefully, looking at the smoking ruins after observing the house, "There's nothing Dumbledore can't handle..."

Neville looked at Harry and his lips twitched.

"Hagrid..."

Hagrid didn't hear Neville's voice, and said to himself, "I was bandaging a Bowtruckle's wounded leg when I heard the Death Eaters coming - what happened? I saw them coming from the castle. Running down, and Snape - is he after them?"

Draco held Harry's hand, standing over him watching as Neville struggled to tell Hagrid what had happened.Neville kept staring at Harry, as if he was waiting for Harry to say something or questioning him, and Harry was also looking at him... Draco didn't know if the two of them were communicating silently, but he Trust Harry.

"Cough." Harry cleared his throat, and glanced back at the Astronomy Tower not far away and the increasingly lit castle, "Now I can't explain everything in too much detail...whether it's about Draco Behavior, or Snape killing Dumbledore, you will all get satisfactory answers after this turmoil subsides a little."

Hagrid looked at Harry with dark eyes, and the small piece of face exposed between the hairs was dazed and puzzled, obviously unable to understand what he just said: "What do you say about Snape... what about Dumbledore?" gone?"

"He's dead," Harry said bluntly, "or death in general, Albus Dumbledore is about to become former headmaster of Hogwarts and the late greatest Wizard...Of course he has other titles, but in a small area he is still alive, and even better." Harry smiled and ended the topic, "Of course I think this matter Should he come forward to explain, or there will be a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix?"

From Hagrid's expression, it could be seen that he didn't understand what Harry was saying, but he had grasped the key word "he is still alive".And Hagrid felt that this might be the idea of ​​those smart guys, Dumbledore and Snape...Of course, Dumbledore believed in Snape, if there is such a plan, it will undoubtedly only make Snape Nepe made a move, and he couldn't reveal his identity, so he followed the Death Eaters away.

"But it doesn't matter right now," said Harry, "what matters...or what matters to me is what Draco did in this matter and..." He looked at Hagrid and Neville, using "So I want to ask you guys to do me a favor," said the pleading voice.

"Harry, tell me," Hagrid said immediately.

Harry looked at Neville, and Neville looked at him, then at Draco... He pursed his lips in thought before nodding.

"Thank you very much." Harry's voice was extremely sincere.He paused for two seconds before he got down to business, trying to make everything clear as quickly as possible, "The thing is like this..."

Harry followed Hagrid and Neville towards the brightly lit castle.

Getting closer and closer, Harry raised his head and looked at the castle beyond Hagrid's tall figure. There were figures flashing by in front of many windows from time to time, and some people were looking at the windows. Dead Apostles broke into the castle, the Dark Mark was shining above the Astronomy Tower, someone must have been killed...

Of course Neville heard those voices, his eyes were fixed on the open space under the astronomy tower uncontrollably, and slowly, it seemed that someone had discovered something, and the crowd gathered in front of the door also began to move there.

Draco stood beside Harry, letting the men walk past him and behind him.He was standing right in front of the castle gates, the oak gates were open in front of him, and the Gryffindor rubies were scattered all over the floor, reflecting light that almost hurt his eyes.

He couldn't hear what the crowd was saying in the distance, the voices of those people mixed together and turned into a noisy roar, and he couldn't tell which people said which useful words... Dumbledore came from the wall of the Astronomy Tower The image of falling was right in front of his eyes, so real, as if he could step out of all these complicated things with just one step...

Draco didn't know what he was thinking, he seemed to be lured to take a step forward...

"Where do you want to go?" Harry's voice came from behind, a palpable pull tugging at him.Draco looked down, his eyes falling on the pale backs of Harry's hands and the prominent knuckles.He passively listened to the far away screams of pain and shock, but what echoed in his heart was a strange sense of detachment, as if all the things that tormented him a second ago had become the pain of others .

Hagrid's cries penetrated through the crowd, echoed under the night, and echoed over Hogwarts.

And Harry stared at the mourning crowd a few hundred paces away, trying not to think about the best wizard he'd ever met in two lifetimes, and probably never would, sprawled, limbs broken, and Lying in front of the picture.

Even if it's not true.

More and more people came out of the castle, but no matter whether they were wearing pajamas or robes, they were all equally stunned and confused. Unintelligible words came from all sides, sobbing, shouting and wailing pierced the night sky.In this way, panic and fear continued to spread from the surrounded circle, but Draco pulled Harry back to the castle.

In fact, apart from the eighth floor, there were no traces of fighting inside the castle... Harry looked around, then sighed at the scattered rubies.Many people were in a hurry, and Harry saw several strange faces, all of them were injured without exception.

"Harry!" A familiar voice came from the other side of the marble stairs. Harry looked back and shouted in surprise, "Remus! Why are you here too?"

"There's nothing going on over there." Remus said, beckoning Harry to pass, "Actually, I left after Fenrir Greyback left, and I made a last attempt after he left, but the result is as follows What do you think." Remus shrugged helplessly, and turned his eyes to Draco, "How does it feel?"

"It's okay..." Draco took the chocolate from Remus, slowly tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word.

Remus looked at Harry with questioning eyes.According to common sense, Draco should have left with Snape.

Harry smiled, without explaining, but asked Remus, "Did you see him?"

Remus stood silently on the stairs with no special expression on his face. He said, "We met each other."

"..."

"By the way, I heard from Padfoot just now that you brought Greyback down?" Remus said suddenly, with an obvious smile on his face, and he patted Harry on the shoulder vigorously, "It was a heavy blow. Ah Harry, it might take a while to clean up that blood."

"I thought he was going to bite me," said Harry nonchalantly. "What about Padfoot?"

"He just left, and the Polyjuice Potion is about to wear off..." Remus said, Harry not noticing the serious expression on his face when he heard the word "bite." "Harry," Remus said. Said, "Greyback hit Bill, but fortunately he lost a lot of blood and had no strength, the wound was not serious."

Harry frowned angrily.

"The wound wasn't deep, basically just scratched the surface of the skin - although he didn't turn into a wolf at the time, I don't know if there was any poison in the teeth of Greyback in human form - Bill won't have any serious sequelae , but there will be a little bit..."

"What about the others?" Harry asked. "No one's life is in danger?"

"No big deal," said Remus. "Ron said you gave them a bottle of Felicia? Said they'd all be dead if it weren't for you, and those spells just missed—"

"I got some from Slughorn," said Harry. "And the Death Eaters? Only Greyback?"

"There was one more dead...but Greyback wasn't in that good condition, and when everything was over and he was lifted, he was already in shock from bleeding." Remus said.

"It's fine if you can't save it." Harry said flatly.

Remus looked at Harry, and suddenly remembered: "James and Lily will be here soon, he was assigned a field job today, so he didn't come here before..." He looked at Harry with a relieved expression Then he asked, "What are you and Draco planning to do next? Are you going to the school infirmary?"

Harry looked at Draco who had been silent.

"I want to go back to the cellar..." Draco said, "Maybe it's time for me to pack up."

"I'll accompany him," said Harry immediately.

"Okay," Remus said, looking from Draco to Harry, "see you later."

Harry nodded.

So they left the stairway, walked down the steps through the hall, the underground corridor was dark and long, and besides them, there were groups of people going out.Harry and Draco walked towards the Slytherin lounge against the flow of people, neither of them spoke, the footsteps echoed hollowly, one by one.

But slowly, there seemed to be some voice flowing out of their hearts, or the voice penetrated the Black Lake, penetrated the thick stone bricks of Hogwarts and reached their hearts—somewhere in the darkness outside, The phoenix is ​​singing a moving and mournful elegy, and this elegy seems to be composed of everyone's sorrows to penetrate everything and echo in everyone's heart.

"Harry..." Draco called Harry softly, as if he was afraid that the voice would disturb the singing.

But he knew it wasn't.

"I'm here," Harry said, a smile on his face illuminated by the flickering firelight, making Draco feel warm and reassured.

"I know." Draco heard himself whisper.

The author has something to say: Hey guys, I'm back!

The end of the term is really a tiresome little fairy, and I'm about to die on the way home.

I haven't found the status in this chapter... I will adjust it in the past two days.

It’s time to come back again the next day.

☆, falling Ⅴ

When Harry and Draco returned to the cellar, it was a mess, with books scattered all over the floor, and two bottles of ink staining the carpet so dark it looked like someone had just thrown a party here a few minutes before— — but instead of a carnival, the stunned crowd knocked tables and chairs as they ran outside.

Draco silently walked to the desk and looked through it, and finally put the books and unturned homework on the desk, but took away a pen he was used to.Harry went over to put their things in order, and brought the snack box up from under the table.

The few remaining people in the lounge looked at Harry, all of them were first graders or older. They seemed to want to ask him something, but they couldn't ask him.And Harry is not in the mood to care about other people's problems, just Draco and his affairs are enough to worry him... and Dumbledore and Grindelwald who don't know where, and the funeral after that...

"Go upstairs," Draco said.

"Yeah." Harry nodded, placing the roll of parchment he was holding on the table.Coincidentally, just as they were walking towards the stairs, the stone door opened softly, and Blaise and Pansy walked in, followed by Gore Crabbe with a confused face.

"I still can't believe that Dumbledore is really dead, and there is the Dark Mark..." Pansy said in a trembling voice, "If so, then next year..."

"Draco," Blaise didn't respond to Pansy, but stared at Draco and asked, "Do you know what happened just now? I haven't seen you for a long time..."

Draco glanced at Blaise, turned around and continued upstairs without saying anything.

"Draco..." Pansy called him.

"Don't bother me." Draco said without looking back, his voice was a little different from usual, as low as the sky about to rain.

Harry smiled apologetically at the two of them, turned and ran up the stairs as well.

He didn't know if these former friends would contact Draco to make any guesses about this series of events. After all, he usually didn't deliberately hide anything, and those who cared must have discovered some clues—but what can it be? ?At least they won't, or they won't pierce the window paper at this time.

So we must turn passive into active...

The moment Harry closed the door, Fox on the field also stopped singing.

Dumbledore's funeral was scheduled for three days later.In these three days, many students left Hogwarts, and many people came to Hogwarts-Ministry of Magic, high-ranking officials, many elderly wizards walked back and forth in the corridors of Hogwarts , come and go, go and come again.

The entire castle was extremely peaceful, and everyone would subconsciously lower their volume when speaking, all classes were suspended, and all exams were postponed. Perhaps the most important reason for the remaining people to stay here is to say goodbye to Dumbledore , and those wizards who rushed to Hogsmeade when they heard the news, they also felt the same.

There may be people who believe that Hogwarts is still the safest place in the whole wizarding world... There may be people who believe that Hogwarts will not be closed... But the dust has not yet settled, nothing is known, the only All I know is that the students stay in the huge Hogwarts with nothing to do, and they can't get the right answer when they explore anything.

Harry and Draco didn't leave the room at all except for meals these two days, rarely talked to other people, and didn't participate in any discussions-whether it was Dumbledore's funeral or what happened that day?Professor Snape turned out to be a spy of the Death Eaters and all kinds of other problems-Although you can always see some people watching them hesitate to talk, but Harry never pays attention to it, and doesn't worry about it...he can guess To Neville's vagueness to all the professors, but no one would press him, at least not yet.Also knew that he had been avoiding those at the Ministry, just as he had been.

In the evening before the funeral, Mrs. Maxime arrived at Hogwarts in her blue and pink pumpkin carriage. It is worth mentioning that she threw herself into the arms of Hagrid who was waiting there after getting off the carriage. .Meanwhile, a delegation from the Ministry of Magic - which included the Minister himself - was arranged to take up residence at the castle.

On the day of the funeral, the day when all the students were supposed to leave the school, Harry finally saw James and Lily, who were belated.

Remus said that night that they would come tomorrow, but in fact Harry only got a concise letter the next day, which only stated that they would be able to come back in two days, without mentioning the stumbling block at all. Caught their feet, and what is the current situation of the Order of the Phoenix.

The only Sirius who could have veiled any message to Harry, Harry didn't even receive a full stop from him.

On the day of the funeral, Harry and Draco did not go to have breakfast, but wandered aimlessly outside the castle, watching the chairs by the black lake slowly getting more and more familiar or unfamiliar people, Harry imagined that someone Apparating in front of the castle gates, he trudged slowly down the road he used to walk when he went to school, across the lawn, and saw the calm Black Lake.

James and Lily arrived at Hogwarts about half an hour before the funeral.

"Hey, Mom and Dad," Harry said with a smile, bumping into Draco and gesturing for him to look behind James and Lily - yes, behind them stood the long-lost Hogwarts exchange Professor Grindelwald, the sun shining on his blond hair makes him seem to be favored, but even though he is so handsome and has a unique temperament, he can't hide the young people around him... the auburn hair standing next to him The young man was smiling, his sky blue eyes squinted, and he was even a step ahead of Lily and James to give Harry a big hug.

While embracing, Harry heard young Dumbledore say in a soft voice: "Thank you, Harry."

I have to say that Dumbledore was really handsome and had a nice voice when he was young.

"And you, of course, Draco." Dumbledore said and hugged Draco again. "Is the funeral about to start? I see you are all wearing dress robes..."

"Yes." Harry said, so they walked towards the Black Lake together, and also saw the deans of various colleges walking towards the Black Lake silently with students lined up neatly.

"Oh, you all have nice clothes," said Dumbledore, looking at them, straightening his own bow tie at the same time.

And Harry looked at him, and suddenly felt that this funeral was solemn, solemn, sad, wonderful and absurd. Everyone attended Dumbledore's funeral with unspeakable grief, and Dumbledore himself sat in a chair to attend own funeral...

Of course no one but Grindelwald will ever know how that corpse came to be, and no one but a few knows that the greatest wizard has just shed his name—returned to the best of his long life. that period of time.

Grindelwald and Dumbledore sat in the last row on the left, Harry next to Dumbledore, and Draco next to him.So Harry could hear every word exchanged between the two people next to him, only if they didn't care that he heard them, of course.

So Harry listened quietly and obediently to Grindelwald asking Dumbledore: "Aren't there any old friends of yours here?"

"What older friends do I have besides you?" Dumbledore asked Grindelwald with a smile.And Harry looked ahead at all kinds of people: some were ragged, some were neat and tidy, some were old and some were young.There are members of the Order of the Phoenix that Harry knows well, the Weasleys (Percy sits with the Minister of Magic), some shopkeepers he just knows, Tom the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, and Mrs. Malkin of the Robe Shop in Diagon Alley , and Ern Pulan, the knight bus driver, of course, more people are only familiar with each other or don't know them at all.

Ghosts flicker unreal in the bright air.

"But even if there is, they will only indulge in the mourning atmosphere of the funeral, and will not think of a young Dumbledore sitting here." Dumbledore looked at the marble platform in front of him and said, "Even if they see me, Just thought I was one of Dumbledore's many friends - and of course I was the best."

Grindelwald smiled, a little noncommittal.

"But to be honest, I really wasn't entirely sure when I was in the cave that all of this would happen...to attend my own funeral or many other things..." Dumbledore sighed and asked Harry, "You think so?" ? Harry."

"Magic is always so wonderful." Harry tilted his head and said ambiguously, "But compared to magic, I'm more curious about what you did at this moment, Professor." Harry asked.

But Dumbledore didn't answer, he just smiled and said, "Let that little deception be Dumbledore's last secret."

"Oh, of course," said Harry, "as long as you're not actually drinking the unhealthy drink from the bowl."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course you don't have to worry about that. Although I'm humorous, I'm not always joking."

"So... have you got Regulus' locket?" Harry asked the last question.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, and Harry had to admit once again that he was indeed handsome in his youth: "The little thing should be in Neville's hands by now."

Harry nodded, turning his head away.

"But Harry, maybe you really should confess something to Neville."

"I can also mix small confessions with deception."

The chairs were gradually being filled, and people were silent, or talking in twos and threes.

But to Dumbledore's surprise, it's not true that no one noticed something was wrong with him... And Harry thought it would make sense if it was her, after all, it was Hermione, and he almost searched all the libraries. The jack-of-all-trades book.

The situation at that time was like this. Neville and the others were sitting in front of Harry. At that time, Neville turned his head to say something to Harry, and Hermione turned back too, but the difference from Neville was that she saw him sitting on the chair in a blink of an eye. Dumbledore, even though she didn't know who the man with the beautiful smile was, she just thought it was very familiar - but the rich brain capacity made Hermione go through all the Hogwarts generations in her mind almost instantly. awards, past graduates, and some books