[Deha] World Starlight

Those immature photos printed on it.

She looked at Harry subconsciously, and Harry raised his index finger to Hermione's surprised face, and put it on his lips for a silent gesture.

Hermione stared at him with wide eyes, then at the young Dumbledore beside him who still had a gentle smile on his face, and finally nodded.

—Don't mention it to anyone.

--OK.

Neville was still whispering something to Harry, and Harry was listening carefully.

Draco sat on a chair looking at the sky, silent.

The author has something to say: Speaking of harmonica... I bought a ten-hole harmonica and now I can only play little stars hahahahaha

☆, falling Ⅵ

Amidst the mournful and desperate singing of the mermaid, Hagrid walked slowly along the aisle between the seats, holding the body wrapped in purple velvet studded with gold stars. He walked through the silent crowd and put Dumbledore in front marble table.

Harry's eyes followed Hagrid who was blowing his nose and walked back until he sat down and then moved to Gropp, who was well dressed and lowered his head, looking docile and understanding, watching him pat Hagrid on the head comfortingly twice , directly causing the four legs of the chair to sink into the ground.

"...Pfft, cough." Harry couldn't help laughing.

When the singing of the mermaid stopped, a small wizard stood up. He walked to Dumbledore's body and began to talk. Harry, who was sitting farthest in the warm sunshine and breeze, could only hear the faint A few words... But he thinks this is the best. For him, Dumbledore's life can't be summed up in specific words or language. Whether it is "great" or "noble", it shows One-sidedness full of distance, and "humor" or "amiable" are also suspected of generalizing.

Maybe even people who knew Dumbledore very well couldn't tell what kind of person he really was... But as everyone sitting here thinks, whether it is personally or in the wizarding world, the loss of Dumbledore Bullido is both deplorable and mournful.

At the same time, though, it might be a kind of leisurely liberation for Dumbledore, even if it doesn't change what he thinks or does.

Harry sat on a chair and looked at the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest not far away, quietly listening to the not-so-clear eulogy.Draco looked down at his fingers.The figure of the centaur was half-lit and half-dark by the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and the mermaid who no longer sang came out of the water to listen, but no one listened as seriously as Dumbledore.

While Grindelwald let those monotonous speeches come out of his ears, he turned his head slightly to look at Dumbledore's side face.The sunlight made his side face softer, and the breeze blew his soft reddish-brown hair, suddenly it seemed that the past hundred years had never flowed, and his blue eyes were both like the clear sky and what they were back then.

Finally, the little wizard finished speaking, and Dumbledore finally glanced sideways at Grindelwald: "That's really good." He said, "I almost believed that the person buried was really a great person. "

Grindelwald smiled.

"It should have been," he said.

The funeral also went to the last step - dazzling white flames enveloped Dumbledore's body, while white smoke curled up into the air, as if a phoenix rushed out of it and flew happily into the blue sky.

After the flames died down, a silent white marble tomb appeared there.At the same time, the centaur on the edge of the Forbidden Forest and the mermaid in the Black Lake mourned at the end, and the rain of arrows shooting into the sky made a "swoosh" sound mixed with the sharp voice of the mermaid.But when the sound disappeared and the arrow fell to the ground, the figure of the centaur disappeared by the edge of the forbidden forest, and the mermaid also sank to the bottom of the water.

Under the scorching sun, Draco heard voices getting louder and louder around him, and many people stood up, ready to leave.He raised his eyes and looked into the distance through the faintly shaking figures. The white tomb stood quietly under the blue sky, white clouds, forest and lake, without any abruptness.

Neville stood up and glanced back at Harry.

Harry stood up and patted Draco on the shoulder, and Draco stood up too.Seeing all this, Dumbledore smiled and asked Harry, "Do you have any plans, Harry." But Harry met a pair of determined eyes as soon as he turned his head, so he tilted his head and said nothing .

"Then let's go a little farther and pour some space for you," Grindelwald said.

So it all happened in this chaotic time when everyone was ready to leave but hadn't left yet - at first there was a huge boom in the rear, as if another firework had exploded there.The greeters looked back to the last row, seeing the inconvenient Glop first, before noticing what appeared to be a few students in the last row who were confronting each other.

"Hey, you guys..." Slughorn in emerald green robes shouted from a distance, he recognized both Draco and Harry among the confronting people, and he was now Dean Slytherin.

Rufus Scrimgeour glanced that way, then asked Percy beside him, "Is that Longbottom?"

Professor McGonagall, who was a bit haggard but still resolute, walked over quickly, but just when she was halfway there, Neville, who had his back turned to him, cast a spell, Draco dodged, and the wand boomed. shattered his chair.

Professor McGonagall shouted Neville's name angrily: "Longbottom!"

A surprised Harry rushed into the middle of Neville and Draco and said something, and then Professor McGonagall saw him frowning, and Draco's eyes were red, and the expression on his face couldn't tell if he was dismissive Or pretending not to care.

So under the gaze of many people, the frowning Harry tilted his head and asked Draco behind him what, but he didn't get any good answer from his expression, and then he turned back and asked Neville what—— The whole thing changed from an incident of student discord to something more serious at this moment, and everyone heard Hermione shout: "We thought he was being chased by Death Eaters— "

The crowd of onlookers began to whisper, and several Hufflepuff students also whispered: "That night, we saw Malfoy follow Snape to teach—run out after Snape, some Death Eaters followed Behind them, and later saw Potter and Longbottom chasing after—”

As a result, more and more people echoed: "I was in the hall at the time... Snape let Malfoy go out first after he blew the door..."

"Yes."

"Indeed!"

"Everyone be quiet!" Professor McGonagall said solemnly, "I hope that you can talk about these unfounded wild guesses on another occasion, and leave the playground in an orderly manner now! Remind everyone again, the Hogwarts Express will leave on time in 58 minutes. .”

All the people attending the funeral whispered.

"Follow me Hufflepuffs," Professor Sprout called.

"Neville -" Professor McGonagall called back.

Neville turned around—

What happened next was beyond everyone's expectations. The moment Neville turned his head, Draco shot a full petrified shot, and Neville immediately fell stiffly to the ground.Ron and Hermione subconsciously let out an exclamation, while Harry's face was unintentionally shocked.

"Fire!" Draco shouted, pointing to the lawn under his feet, a huge flame spewed out from his wand and formed a semicircle in an instant, and it was still expanding!The students on the edge began to panic, and Professor McGonagall raised his wand and pointed at the flames and said, "Clear water is like a spring!"

"Malfoy, I think you need to explain to everyone what you did just now and the accusations made by several classmates against you a few days ago, whether Death Eaters threatened you or something..." Professor McGonagall pointed at the wand Draco, while Draco held his wand silently, without saying a word.

Shocked Harry looked back at Draco, then at Professor McGonagall... Behind Lily James Remus Sirius, the parent group looked serious, Lily's eyes were full of disapproval, only Xiao Sirius shifted his hands clasped in front of him and gave Harry two thumbs up.

Harry suppressed a smile.He looked at Professor McGonagall and then at Draco. In the end, not only his eyes, but also his face was full of struggle - he put his hand into his pocket, and some people who saw him thought he was going to He took out his wand, but in the end he saw that Harry was holding two dark objects in the hands he took out of his pocket.

Harry gritted his teeth, looking like he was struggling, but he finally managed to throw it away—a few black stone-like things fell on the lawn, and after a tenth of a second of silence, a vigorous black mist suddenly gushed out of it ...

"It's another Peruvian stealth smoke bomb!" Ron yelled helplessly.

And Harry was on the edge of the rising black mist, watching Draco with a smile on his face, and winking at him.The hot summer sun was pouring down, and the voices of countless people in the mist were mixed together, but at this moment, Harry didn't want to care if there would be any minor accidents with them...Neville might have woken up, and the few of them should have Randomly cast a Confusion Charm or some other small spell on anyone approaching to cover them up for a while.

A little further away from the black mist, Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at them and said with a smile, "Are you still leaving?"

Harry ran to Draco.He took out a small bag from his pocket...of course it was a magic bag-and took out two broomsticks from it, and then the two of them really flew across the lawn as if they were avoiding pursuit, The slightly hot wind also picked up speed, whizzing past their ears—time didn’t pass quickly, but things were very short from beginning to end, anyway, when someone struggled out of the chaotic continuous black By the time of the fog, Harry and Draco were at the gate and had packed their broomsticks.

Draco glanced at Harry: "To your house?"

Harry nodded, "See you in the backyard." He said, stepped out of the gate, and disappeared almost simultaneously with Draco after a slight explosion.

A few seconds later, there was a slight explosion (actually two superimposed) in the backyard of Godric's Hollow Number [-], and Harry and Della Sci-Fi materialized onto the lawn.

"Go into the house first." Harry said, the two of them entered the house through the back door, the first thing Harry did was to go to the kitchen and pour two glasses of watermelon juice that Lily had prepared. Then he will be dried for half a day.

The chaos outside Hogwarts Castle didn't last long, because Dumbledore waited until Harry and Della had Apparated and used a small method to make the black mist dissipate a little faster.Everyone was fine, and Grapp was still reaching out to grab the small mist that hadn't completely dissipated in the air.

For various reasons, Professor McGonagall and other professors did not say too much about this matter at the time, and even when Rita Skeeter came up to ask, they only said flatly that the students were about to leave school and there were many things. Not to accompany.As for the deep thinking of the officials of the Ministry of Magic, it is not within the scope of the professors' consideration.

Does little Malfoy's actions have anything to do with old Malfoy's position?Anyway, neither Lucius nor Narcissa was present, some interested people turned to ask James and Lily.

When someone approached Sirius, he pulled Remus back two steps, he didn't consider his status as godfather and left the problem to James... and James was so cunning that he didn't care what the problem was, he just said vaguely: "No You know, maybe little Draco wants to leave the school in a different way? After all, whether Hogwarts will be closed next year is still under discussion." "Yes, I think what those kids are saying is vexatious, can't stand It’s lame, but the department will have its own speculations.” “The child goes to school, and there are some things we don’t know much about.” “Yeah, of course, I will definitely ask when I see Harry, but my Harry is like I—how can I ever be at Hogwarts without making some trouble at Hogwarts? I've been telling him that—"

And Lily also said to a bunch of female wizards: "Yes, Harry is naughty. I suspect that James gave this smoke bomb - but the two children have nothing wrong with them except being a little naughty. Draco is much better, maybe It's to make trouble with Harry." "Yes, it's getting married, and it should be on the agenda after graduation... But I don't know what's going on at Hogwarts in September, alas..."

Sirius and Remus just wanted to laugh.

"Hey, okay, see you in the afternoon." People apparated at the school gate one after another.James and the others waited at the door for a while while Dumbledore and Grindelwald were walking leisurely.

"Let's go," said Sirius. "Some people should settle accounts with disobedient children."

Lily glared at him, but the lethality in her eyes was not enough, she smiled again in a blink of an eye.

Anyway, just like this smile, no matter what the next day, month, or year will be like, at least this noon the breeze is blowing, the sun is just right, and the days are still as calm as gold.

The author has something to say: Going home on vacation is a combination of letting the tiger go back to the mountain, the crazy horse galloping wildly, and the lazy cat sleeping. (I obviously still have ambitions and a lot of things to do! No, it seems more appropriate to say that there are still many things to do)

☆、Golden Calm DaysⅠ

Harry and Draco left Hogwarts in a very different way when they were about to leave for the holidays.Regardless of how the people present at the time talked about the matter in the end, the "Evening Prophet" that day was from a very objective perspective.

Of course, the report about Dumbledore's funeral occupies the entire front page, and the report about them is only mentioned at the end of the funeral report: at the end of the funeral, Hogwarts students seem to remember Dumbledore in their own unique way , and whether the invisibility of Peru contains the last humorous response to Dumbledore, or there is another deep meaning, it seems that something happened between the "savior" Neville Longbottom and Draco Malfoy at the end of the funeral. quarrel, but unfortunately the author did not interview any of them...

Harry, nestled on his sofa, flipped through Rita Skeeter's article in the Evening Prophet: In any case, the funeral of Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard so far and the only one that Voldemort fears, is over. While mourning this great wizard more, shouldn't we pay more attention to the things that happened right in front of us?The dead are gone, but there are still disappearances and deaths that can be saved. The purpose of all kinds of events is not to scare us, but to tell us in the strongest and most direct way-you must fight for yourself.

Harry raised his eyebrows: "This is the first time I feel that Rita Skeeter's article is pretty good... But after reading so many, it seems that reporters, big and small, didn't waste pen and ink on our affairs ?”

"More students think it's a joke." Sirius also said, "Of course, I think it's normal for them to think so, after all, under the subjective assumptions of most people, Voldemort would not entrust an underage child What's more, everyone thinks that if Draco is, he must have run away with the Death Eaters. How could he stay for so long? Of course, some people don't think so. After all, the scene and some words at that time are still inducing Sexually, but I don't guarantee that they won't actually think that after reading the Daily Prophet it was a remembrance before leaving school at the end."

"It's easier to believe in a beautiful illusion than in a cruel truth." Regulus said sarcastically, "It's the usual practice of the Ministry of Magic. Anyway, they have always whitewashed everything about Voldemort and delayed the truth."

"And there are always people who are fighting against the cruelest truth..." Harry shook the newspaper and turned to the next page, but he didn't continue to read the newspaper because Remus asked him a question: "Harry, do you What do you want to do next?"

"Well." Harry thought for a while, and said, "According to my current assumption, Lucius should suppress all news about Draco, although Malfoy's influence in the Ministry of Magic has been greatly reduced after Scrimgeour came to power. , but it should be fine to take care of this matter.”

Draco tilted his head to look at Harry, his eyes were deep, and he seemed to be thinking.

"And Voldemort, who wants to fully control the Ministry of Magic, will not give up Malfoy easily at this time. Although I don't know his attitude towards Draco, I think he will probably ask about these things after seeing Draco. And will probably ask about me with him."

"Will he want to see you?" James asked with a frown, and Lily's eyes were filled with worry for a moment.

Everyone looked at Harry, and Harry on the sofa clasped his hands on his lap, with a normal expression on his face: "It's very likely, but not necessarily." He said, "But seeing me doesn't What to prove, now most of his attention will be on Neville, seeing me can only be out of curiosity and want to see if there is another person who can be used because of Draco's relationship... think I Utilizable or just a pawn... if he knew that the man was Harry Potter and his father was an Auror, he might think it was a better pawn to take over the Ministry of Magic - just a snatch Soul Curse and lots of Imperius Curse."

"What's the plan?" Regulus asked.

Harry looked at Regulus, blinked, and said with a smile, "There are no plans now, and whether there will be plans in the future depends on what plans Voldemort has."

Regulus' eyes revealed a dazed look, which also made him look a little more energetic... Sigh, looking at Regulus' black eye circles and pale face, and thinking of his high-spirited appearance a few years ago, Not only did Harry once again feel that Voldemort and his Death Eater organization were really a scourge.

Sooner or later, it will be completely wiped out before it is over.

"Could it be that the money sent in can't be recovered?" Harry thought about it and suddenly asked Regulus such a question, which completely stopped Regulus from asking, until Sirius started laughing. Said: "Of course, how can it be recovered? It's not investment and financial management."

Harry snorted, and the thoughtful expression between his brows became more serious: "It seems that we must speed up, otherwise all the money will be thrown into the bottomless pit, and troubles will only prolong."

Draco smiled helplessly, Regulus rolled his eyes, seemed to have made up his mind, and then nodded in agreement.Afterwards, Harry listened to a few of them talking about the recent mess in the Ministry of Magic in the wizarding world, and he and Draco also sat in the corner of the sofa and expressed their opinions on what they heard from time to time, of course they just talked casually in a low voice, because There are enough things to worry about, and I don't want to get involved in these troubles such as "the Ministry of Magic is doing everything possible to maintain its image".

Time passed quickly, and Regulus looked up at his watch: "I have to go." He said, looking at Draco again, "Xiaolong, do you want to come with me? I just have something to go to your house Let me see you off by the way."

Draco nodded: "Okay." He looked at Harry again, Harry stood up to see him off, and instructed: "Go back and spend time with Mother Sissy, she doesn't know how worried she is during this time.

Draco nodded.

"Be careful yourself." Harry and Draco walked towards the outer door together.Because it was summer, Lily's garden was thriving, and the air was full of fresh vegetation, which could smell a little sweet after a long time.

Draco nodded, and looked at the plants in the garden that looked normal or abnormal. Large rose-shaped flowers were blooming enthusiastically, but the color was a little more black on the edge of the petals than the bright red roses.

"Look and live in Grimmauld Place in a couple of days?" Harry suggested, a little uncertain in his tone, but Draco nodded affirmatively almost at the same time he heard his question.

Harry couldn't help smiling: "That's all for now," he said.

Draco gave a soft "hmm", and then the two of them stood at the gate waiting for Regulus who was still talking to Sirius at the door.

The summer sun shines on all the places it can reach without any selfishness. Harry and Draco are standing beside the low iron fence, and the garden is full of lush greenery and beautiful colors...

Apparating away was nothing more than a blink and a bang.

After Regulus and Draco left, Harry casually talked about those messy things with Sirius and James, and after talking about it, he asked two very important people: "Professor Dumbledore and Grindelwald Where?" He said and raised his head to look out of the window, at this moment, a snow-white figure just appeared outside the window.Hedwig flapped her wings and flew closer and closer, flew in through the open window, and landed on the back of the sofa.

Harry took the letter from Hedwig's mouth, and the owl rubbed Harry's hand affectionately, then pecked lightly again.

"There's nothing wrong with Draco for the time being." Harry, who quickly scanned the letter with three eyes and two eyes, also breathed a sigh of relief, "Voldemort hasn't seen him yet... but after seeing him, nothing should happen, after all, the real The one who did it was Snape." Speaking of Snape, Harry subconsciously glanced at Remus.

Remus smiled at him, and Harry was a little embarrassed.

"I don't know where they are, but they always go to Grimmauld Place," said Sirius. "The Order of the Phoenix has a lot of things to do."

Harry sighed and chewed on a small chocolate biscuit.

"There's a lot going on at the Ministry of Magic..." Harry said to James. "Pay attention to Piers Thicknesse this time, since the Death Eaters are watching him, and the Aurors are watching him after the Death Eaters..."

"Smart." James raised his eyebrows with a smirk, so it's father and son. Harry understood before he finished speaking, "Anyway, as long as Pierce gets tricked, we'll fall for it."

As soon as Sirius clapped his hands, the smile on Remus' face widened a bit.

Without looking at himself, Harry only felt that the expressions of the three of James and the others were strikingly similar, and there was a feeling of knowing each other's thoughts in their eyes - but because Harry couldn't see the expression on his face at this moment, he didn't know How much he and James smile.

The smirk that slightly raised the corners of his lips was almost perfect.

So the last summer vacation of my student life began like this, life was peaceful and there were no accidents.Because I returned home, I even had fewer letters, and the only thing I paid for was the Daily Prophet.

The limelight of Dumbledore's funeral has not yet passed. Articles praising and commemorating him are emerging one after another. Dumbledore's contributions have also appeared in print in major newspapers and magazines. There are also photos of him with a long beard on his face. With a smile familiar to many, the eyes behind half-moon lenses are sharp and wise.

"Remembering Albus Dumbledore" by Elphias Dorje is the one that impressed Harry the most. It was through this article that he learned about Dumbledore's childhood and youth that was blank for him During this period, it also made him understand from a certain aspect that even Dumbledore was not so good at birth—of course he was better than many people, Grindelwald, who has the most say in this matter, said so .

[…He can always find something worth cherishing in others, no matter how desolate and inconspicuous that person looks on the surface.I believe it was his early bereavement that endowed him with great kindness and compassion.I will greatly miss his friendship, however, my personal loss is nothing compared to the wizarding world as a whole... He was without a doubt the most inspiring and beloved Hogwarts Headmaster One, and who lived and died always worked for the higher good until the last moment of his life.Like the day I first met him when he kindly extended his hand to a little boy with dragon pox. ]

"..." Harry closed the newspaper, and instead of looking at the respectable old Dumbledore with silver beard and hair in the photo, he looked at the young Albus Dumbledore sitting opposite him—Harry I have to sigh again without counting the one I saw at the funeral!

Dumbledore himself is much more handsome than the photo in the book "Life and Lies".

"New life, new feelings." Harry said something inexplicable like an advertisement, and then asked Dumbledore, "Professor, how do you feel now?"

"A new life?" Dumbledore blinked, his action immediately gave Harry too much familiarity, "I have to say something to you, Harry." Dumbledore said with a smile on his face but Seriously, "The new life hasn't come yet."

Harry thought about it, and felt that this was the case no matter from the point of view of most wizards or the wizarding world as a whole... So he nodded in agreement, and at the moment of nodding, he suddenly thought of a very interesting thing.

"Honestly, Professor," Harry said to Dumbledore, "I actually didn't expect that I would adapt to you so young so quickly... After all, I used to assume 'young Dumbledore' as if to imagine A dull Hermione, or a friendly Wreck."

"Or a reasonable, kind and gentle Voldemort," said Dumbledore.

Harry smiled.

"Actually, I'm not surprised that you are so adaptable." Dumbledore said again: "After all, you planned everything, and you knew in your heart that you would see me like this, maybe even more than myself... To be honest, I also It took a few minutes to accept that fact."

"Grindelwald seemed to say that he accepted it in the blink of an eye-he himself became young and handsome." Harry said, "It can be seen..." Harry paused maliciously.

"What can you tell from this?" Dumbledore asked with dignity, and Grindelwald, who had been eavesdropping not far away, also pricked up his ears.

Harry didn't keep his secrets anymore, and said bluntly: "It can be seen that he has obsessions in his heart."

Dumbledore was startled, then laughed, "Yes..." He sighed, "Everyone has things they can't let go..."

"As long as it's human."

The author has something to say: Xiaoba, who can only snap his fingers with his left hand, really wants to say that the photo of his ID card is scarier than a dragon—it shocked my body and mind (I just went to reapply for my ID card today)

Thank you Qingjunsi for the landmine (づ￣3￣)づ

I want to reply to everyone, but I don’t know if it’s my question or Jinjiang’s question. The comment point has been replying for a long time, but I can’t post it in circles. I called Grindelwald’s question that Lisa Evaner said last time, but I didn’t forward it in the end. Here it is Let’s briefly talk about the question [why no one noticed that Grindelwald has a problem]: First of all, Grindelwald is very young, and ordinary people would not casually put such a handsome guy in prison with someone known to him for many years without knowing whether he is dead or not. People who live only in the history of magic are connected.Hermione has only seen Grindelwald's name, and she doesn't know much about it, and I don't know whether this surname is common in Germany (but it is really uncommon in reality, right 23333) Besides, Grindelwald is not always Yes, and Hermione has a lot of troubles—I seem to have written something else in the previous reply——

☆、Golden Calm DaysⅡ

It has to be said that Harry is spending the best period of the short summer alone - the sun, the breeze, the fresh air and the pleasant scenery, but it is a pity that no matter whether he is enjoying it in front of the window or behind the house, nothing will happen. There is no one to accompany him, and the weather is so strange in summer when there is no one to accompany him, even the scenery is not important.

"Ah..." Harry sighed, still looking at the lush greenery outside the window, his green eyes were full of vitality near and far away, and a white snow owl flew towards him with spread wings.

Harry whistled, "Hedwig!" and dodged away from the window.

Hedwig flew into the room like a cloud, with Draco's reply in her mouth.

"Good boy." Harry patted Hedwig's head, fed it some nuts, and put some in the small bowl on it and the Sphinx shelf.

It's July again, a week after the funeral of what many consider to be the greatest wizard of our time, Albus Dumbledore, and one week before the 17th birthday of the era's average wizard, Harry Potter. Two weeks... and also two weeks until the 17th birthday of the Boy Who Lived, the savior Neville Longbottom.

These were destined to be turbulent times, but since the day the Death Eaters raided Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, there has been no news about Voldemort and the Death Eaters in the Daily Prophet.

However, the editor-in-chief of the unknown magazine "The Quibbler" also made a high-profile announcement in the middle of this month: "The Quibbler" has surpassed the "Daily Prophet" in sales.

This is not surprising.

Coincidentally, after writing his reply to Draco, Harry received the Daily Prophet from the Ministry of Magic owl, and he gave the barn owl a copper Knut and an almond, and then sat down. Started to read the headlines on the sofa - still no reports about Voldemort, but there were fewer articles about Dumbledore... This is a good sign, Harry thought so, and put the newspaper on the pile of newspapers .

The newest issue of the paper, which had replaced the previous one, was picking up the dust, covering up the little front page of the previous issue about Caredy Bubba, the Muggle Studies teacher at Hogwarts. News of Ji's resignation.

Harry's eyes only briefly glanced at the report, and he never paid attention to it.

"Looks like Grindelwald has Rita Skeeter fixed." Harry went to the kitchen and poured a glass of watermelon juice, "Grandma Bathilda won't suffer from indiscriminate misfortune at her age, "Dumbledore's Life and Lies" And never will."

He made a toast to the window, and then drank the light red sweet liquid in the glass in one gulp.

The pointer passed another day without haste on the dial, it was day and night, Draco sat in the old Slatrange house he had only been to a few times, the dust and cobwebs here were more arrogant than last year, and he Sitting in an old chair in a robe of finely tailored materials, he was silent.

It seemed that he couldn't see the person who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, spinning slowly on top of his head.

Many people sat around the long table, the blazing fire in the fireplace flickered in the scarlet eyes of the person in charge, it might be said that these eyes were as beautiful as blood-stained rubies, but unfortunately, the bright fire light also illuminated The owner of these eyes—it is impossible to describe whether this person sitting in a human posture is a person. Although his limbs are sound and his body looks fine, but that face... has no hair, no eyebrows, and a head like a snake. And the face also looks like a snake, as pale as a drowned person, with two slender nostrils, a pair of red eyes with vertical pupils, and a slit-like mouth.

"Master, the Order of the Phoenix intends to move Neville Longbottom out of his current safe house next Saturday evening." Snape said without any ups and downs.

Draco lowered his head slightly, his face still expressionless, but his hands under the table were clenched into fists.

"Saturday...evening," repeated Voldemort.His red eyes stared intently at Snape's black eyes, so piercingly that those around Snape looked away, as if worried that they might be burned by the murderous gaze.

Snape watched Voldemort's face impassively, and a moment later Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into an odd smile.

"Very good." He said with a smile.

But there was another voice: "Master, I heard different information, according to a reliable Auror - Master, his name is Dawlish, and he said that Longbottom will not die until the night before he turns 17." transfer."

Draco glanced at Lucius from the corner of his eye, and it was confirmed that