[Deha] World Starlight

A cynical quarrel began right around the corner—"The Auror Office will no longer play any role in covering Neville Longbottom's operation. The Order of the Phoenix believes that our people have broken into the Ministry of Magic." Snape spoke in the same style It gave Draco the illusion that he was sitting in a classroom.

"So the Order of the Phoenix finally got one thing right, huh?" Several Death Eaters laughed at this.

In the shadows, Draco also had a mocking smile on his lips.

Voldemort didn't smile.He turned his gaze to the slowly rotating human body above his head, seemingly lost in thought.The entire hall fell into a terrible silence because of his contemplation, and it was hard to tell that there were more than a dozen people sitting here.

"Where are they going to hide the boy next?" Voldemort asked softly after a while.

"Hiding in the home of a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Snape said, "According to intelligence, that place has taken all the protective measures that the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic can provide." His tone was firm, "I think once Once he gets there, it's going to be very difficult to get a chance to catch him."

"Unless, of course, the Ministry of Magic collapses before next Saturday..." This sentence may have been a joke, but Voldemort obviously didn't think so, and he asked loudly across the table, the firelight shining strangely in his red eyes: "Why? So, Yaxley? Will the Ministry be down by next Saturday?"

Under the eyes of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, Yaxley puffed up his chest: "Master, I have good news about this..."

Draco silently jotted down the names of the people he said.

...the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?Draco was puzzled, but soon someone gave him a definite answer - Yaxley, who was questioned by Voldemort, was eager to express himself, and quickly said: "But you know, Thickness is the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Minister, who has had frequent contact not only with the Minister himself, but with the Directors-General of the Departments of the Ministry of Magic. I think if we get such a high-ranking official under control, it will be easier to subdue others, and then they can work together, Get Scrimgeour out of office."

Draco quietly took down every word they said, analyzing the plan behind the words.

Voldemort looked up again at the slowly spinning body, and continued, "I'm going to deal with that boy myself. I've made too many mistakes with him... Longbottom is alive today, more More because of my mistakes than his success..."

"...I was too careless, so I was thwarted by luck and chance. Only the best plans can not be spoiled by these things. Now I understand. Understand something that I didn't understand before. Kill Neville Longbottom It must be me, and it must be me.”

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, there was a sudden wail of pain.The wailing sound was long and miserable, as if it was answering his words.Many at the table looked down in horror, for the sound seemed to be coming from beneath their feet.

Draco, who was immersed in thinking, was awakened by the scream, and subconsciously stepped on his foot with a little force in the voice of Voldemort reprimanding Peter Pedillo—Of course, there must be something else underground, but the entrance is definitely not there under this table.

Wormtail, who was named, climbed down from the chair in a panic, and left the room in a hurry, leaving only a strange silver light behind him.

"As I said just now," Voldemort continued, looking at the nervous faces of his followers, "I understand better now. For example, I need to borrow a wand from one of you before I go and kill Longbottom." .”

The faces of the people around were full of astonishment, as if he had just announced that he would lend them an arm.

"Nobody volunteered?" said Voldemort. "Let me see..."

"Draco?" he said, his tone was questioning, but his eyes could not refuse at all.

Draco stood up in the aftertaste of Voldemort's slightly raised ending, his leather shoes were stepping on the dirty carpet, his light golden hair seemed to be stained with dust in this space, his gray eyes were half-downcast, and he respectfully held his right hand Draw out your wand and hold it sideways.

"Ivy." Draco's crisp voice echoed in the huge hall: "Eleven inches, the core is unicorn hair..."

"Oh." A smile appeared on Voldemort's face. "Good boy..." He looked at Draco and said softly, his tone sounding pleasant, "but, sorry... no no take it easy I still appreciate your unwavering loyalty , it’s just that I’m not meant to be with these two types of vine wands.”

Snape, who had been looking at Draco since Voldemort pronounced his name, blinked slightly. He seemed to want to hide the smile in his eyes, and he didn't want to see Draco with the expression on his face that made him laugh. division.

"Sit down, child." Voldemort's tone was unusually kind.

The confusion and disappointment on Draco's face was just right, it perfectly interpreted the heart of a newcomer who wanted to be approved by the boss, and it was shown on his face without any deliberation. He sat down obediently, with a posture of A little bit of unsatisfactory cringe.

"Then..." Voldemort's scarlet eyes rolled around, making everyone tremble, "Lucius, are you willing to offer me your wand?"

He finally said.

Lucius, who had known for a long time that there would be such a show, performed perfectly. He hesitated a little, and this hesitation was exactly what Lucius Malfoy should have. He glanced at Narcissa, then stood up, Reaching inside his robes, he drew a wand and handed it to Voldemort.

"It's made of elm, master." Lucius said proactively, "The core of the stick is the nerve of the dragon."

"Very well," said Voldemort.He drew his own wand and compared the lengths.Lucius sat down in silence, raised his chin slightly and looked back at all the people who looked at him, his face full of arrogance.

Voldemort raised Lucius' wand, pointed it at the slightly rotating figure hanging above the table, and waved it lightly.The man woke up with a groan, and began to struggle to break free from the invisible ropes.

"Do you recognize our guest, Severus?" Voldemort asked.

Snape raised his eyes to the upside-down face, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if to recognize... the woman said in a hoarse and frightened voice as she spun to face the fire, "Severus! help me!"

"Oh, yes," said Snape.

"What about you, Draco?" Voldemort asked, stroking Nagini's nose with his wandless hand.

Draco glanced up, shaking his head in confusion.

"But you probably haven't had her lessons," said Voldemort. "Some of you may not know her. Let me tell you that we are here tonight with Caredy Bubbaji, who has been at Hogwarts. Taught at the Watts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

There were soft, enlightened sounds around the table, and Bellatrix giggled.

Voldemort smiled, and said to the Death Eaters who had realized their faces and started laughing, "Yes, Professor Bubaji taught wizards' children all kinds of things about Muggles, and said that Muggles are not that different from us." ..."

A Death Eater spat on the ground.Caredy Bubbaji turned to face Snape again.

"Severus...please...please..."

"Quiet." Voldemort said and shook Lucius's wand lightly. Caredy seemed to be gagged, and immediately fell silent, "Professor Bubbaji is not satisfied with corrupting and poisoning the minds of wizard children. Weeks also wrote an impassioned defense of mudbloods in the Daily Prophet. She said wizards must tolerate those people stealing their knowledge and magic. Professor Bubbaji said: "The decline in the number of purebred wizards is a A very welcome sign...she wants us all to marry Muggles...and, no doubt, werewolves..."

This time no one laughed.Because of the anger and contempt evident in Voldemort's voice.Caredy Bubbaji turned to face Snape for the third time.Tears welled from her eyes and ran into her hair.Snape looked at her indifferently, and slowly, she turned around again.

"Avada Kedavra."

A green light illuminates every corner of the room.With a bang, Caredy landed on the table, causing the table to tremble and creak.Several Death Eaters huddled in their chairs in shock.Draco clenched his fists again with an uncontrollable panic expression on his face.

——Do you know about this?harry...

"Dinner, Nagini," whispered Voldemort, and the snake dangled off his shoulders, crawling slowly towards the smooth wooden tabletop.

The author has something to say: Damn, I almost missed——

☆、Golden Calm DaysⅢ

Of course Harry didn't know about Caredy Bubbaji, and he didn't even know the professor very well.But when he heard the news from Draco who hesitated to speak a few times on the sofa at No. 12, Grimmauld Place, he was stunned, the teacup in his hand fell, and the black tea spilled all over his pants.

There was a muffled sound on the beautiful china cup on the carpet, and Harry's eyes widened, pupils constricted.

"Harry!" Draco pulled out his wand to clean the tea on Harry's pants, "Are you burnt?"

"I don't even know..." Harry ignored Draco's concerned inquiry, he didn't seem to hear, he just frowned, his voice was a little light, and his tone was surprised and self-blaming.Regulus, who was sitting next to him, picked up the teacup and put it on the tea table, then gently touched Harry's head: "Harry, you can't remember everything, let alone stop everything completely."

"So don't blame yourself, okay?" Regulus said, "As far as I am concerned, I think you have done a good job, and you have even done too many things that people can't do—"

"I think so too." Sirius, who was paralyzed on the sofa, raised his hand to echo Regulus's words, "Also, Harry, you also understand that this period cannot be without sacrifices...we are all making sacrifices, everyone is Sacrifice, think of Lucius who just put a wand in." He shrugged as he spoke, and felt that his little joke to adjust the atmosphere was not very funny.

Harry did not smile, his eyes were lowered, and he was depressed: "I know, but such a sacrifice is completely unnecessary... He is using an innocent person to show his authority!"

"Don't we just want to change this situation?" Regulus patted Harry on the shoulder, just as the sound of the door being opened and the footsteps of two people almost overlapping came from downstairs, so he raised his eyebrows Glancing at the "Daily Prophet" on the table, he said, "It just so happens that the two of them are back, so let's talk about Neville's transfer."

Sirius sat upright at last: "Now the Death Eaters have two messages from Severus and Dawlish, but we can make them both fake." There's eyeliner, so we can't choose Apparation or Floo."

Grindelwald and Dumbledore walked into the study one after the other and sat on the same sofa: "Then according to the previous plan?" Dumbledore asked Harry's opinion with a smile.

"Of course not." Harry shook his head, still without a smile on his face, although his eyes were so firm and confident, "That method is too costly, unsafe, and doesn't make much sense."

"So what do you want to do?" Grindelwald asks, too serious to be treating a minor, even though Harry turns 17 in just six days.

A smile finally appeared on Harry's face, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, and glanced at several people in the room, "Just like what Padfoot said just now - the initiative is in our hands, no matter what they know about us With a plan, we can all win by surprise..."

"Then how do you want to win by surprise, kid." Moody asked leaning against the door. He was resting in the guest room before and came over when Dumbledore and Grindelwald came back, just in time to hear Harry's words.

Oh... By the way, when it comes to this point, I have to say that when he knew that the brown-haired young man with a decent smile who suddenly came to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix was Dumbledore, Moody's face that had been ravaged by the years was revealed. What kind of funny expressions... Of course, everyone's expressions are very funny, except for those few people who already knew the plan.

At that time, it was Moody who finally broke the silence. He turned his magic eyes back and forth several times before saying in a hesitant tone completely different from the previous ones: "Although I can't believe it...see, this looks like Dumbledore...Merlin's socks , It is indeed him!"

James Remus, Sirius and the others just laughed and said nothing.

Several members of the Order of the Phoenix who stayed in Grimmauld Square walked into the room and sat on the sofa. There was no room on the sofa and they stood against the wall. The ordinary chats became as if they were really deciding on important actions.Harry wasn't nervous or anything.

"So my idea is to make everything easier," Harry said as he glanced at Draco, "Draco and I changed our disguise a little to accept Wei—of course, the details still need to be discussed carefully. The Dead Apostle just bribed the Department of Magical Transportation, not Zongsi." Harry also made a small joke.

Moody's normal and abnormal eyes were fixed on Harry.

"As far as I know, Zongsi is under management, and cannot be seen and tracked casually." Sirius cooperated with him very much.

"When are you going to act?" Tonks was a little worried.

"Of course, the sooner the better... If the details of the action can be drawn up today, I think it can be done tomorrow...Of course we need to contact Neville and Mrs. Longbottom to confirm this matter first, and then let Neville go like a Muggle child." A park or somewhere, let's go to the subway station together or use other methods..."

"I think he needs a little manipulation of his own face, too?"

"I think it's for the best," Harry replied with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, I think Mrs. Longbottom should also come here while we are back here with Neville, and his other relatives had better use other means to ensure safety, lest Voldemort will turn them into threats in the future capital," said the thoughtful Harry.

"Then let's discuss a plan of action as soon as possible..." Tonks said, but Harry interrupted her with a wave of his hand, "I've already figured out a plan—first make an appointment, and then Draco and I will go to Neville In the park near home, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were waiting for us at the nearest subway station, and then came back by the subway together as strangers."

"Oh yes, the only danger is when Neville goes out and we go to the subway station. There should be a few people in the dark who are responsible for watching the surrounding situation."

Sirius nodded and recommended himself: "I can."

"Of course you can, Sirius." Dumbledore said. Although he looks younger, his voice hasn't changed much, and his tone of speaking is still the same. "I think it's basically settled when we have another meeting at dinner time." , now let's take a look at the current situation..." After he finished speaking, he picked up the "Daily Prophet" that only Harry had flipped through after it was delivered in the morning, and was not surprised to see the report about himself.

"Fortunately, there is no news of the disappearance, only a report by Skeeter - what she wrote here is very interesting, it is some answers to my guesses about the situation when I jumped the Astronomy Tower. Someone asked her if she believed what the rumors said' Longbottom was present when Dumbledore died.'" Dumbledore shook the newspaper and read, "Oh, I don't want to say too much, because any words are just guesses, unless they come from Neville Longbottom However, witnesses in Hogwarts castle saw Longbottom fleeing the scene in a hurry after Dumbledore either slipped and fell, jumped off the building himself, or was pushed off. Longbottom later testified that Severus Snape is a murderer. Interestingly, as we all know, Snape was also the dean of Slytherin and the potions professor at Hogwarts while he was a Death Eater, and Longbottom's grades in this course It has been unsatisfactory. As for whether they have personal enmity, I don't know... But what we know is that Hogwarts has not expressed its position to dismiss Professor Snape, and there are even rumors that he is the most likely headmaster Candidates, as for whether everything is as it appears on the surface? Let the wizarding world make its own judgment—"

"I like all the assumptions she made about how I died," said Dumbledore, closing the paper, "but it's a pity that she would never have been able to write the Shocked Wizard without Bathilda telling her the old stories of the past." "Dumbledore's Life and Lies" in the world, it's a pity that I want to read it."

"Sorry Professor. I can only tell you that Elphias Dorje once said that the facts contained in Skeeter's book are not as good as a chocolate frog card." Harry shrugged, with a tone of concern for the never-before-seen book. "And I think so too, after all I saw Nicole Flamel's name on the back of your card."

"Oh, Harry," said Dumbledore.Although his smile is no longer benevolent, but full of charm, the wisdom revealed in that smile is the same as before, and his nose still bears the mark that seems to have been broken.

"Professor..." Harry suddenly thought of a question and wondered whether he should ask it or not.

Dumbledore, who was listening to Grindelwald, turned to Harry and asked, "What's wrong, Harry."

"Have you ever thought about... going to see Aberforth?" Harry asked this question, looking a little embarrassed, "I mean you, you can..."

Grindelwald, who narrowed his eyes dangerously since hearing the name "Aberforth", glanced at Harry, and then stared at Dumbledore, who looked thoughtful.

"Well..." Dumbledore seemed particularly hesitant on this topic, "Although I think he thinks that my death is the best relationship between us... But, maybe, I will go and see him, after all he He is also a centenarian."

"Maybe before the war, maybe after the war... It depends on the timing, and now no one can say for sure." The only blue eyes on Dumbledore's face looked at Harry, and asked him softly, "Are you right, ha profit."

Harry looked into those deep eyes and nodded.

At the beginning of dinner, more people sat at the long dining table to refine the plan, and informed Neville, and then everyone began to eat in full swing.Harry gnawed on the chicken leg, looked at the prongs and Moon Padfoot sitting and chatting together, looked at Lily who might be talking about emotional topics with Tonks, and looked at Draco beside him.

Draco returned a questioning look and a smile.

"It's okay." Harry smiled.

After dinner Harry took a bath and went to bed to get ready for bed.This is a summer vacation with no homework, and it is also a summer vacation for many people who do not know whether school will start again.Although it seems to be peaceful now, except for the occasional disappearance, and occasionally a few Aurors in the family will be injured...

Soon after dinner everyone was supposed to leave, and it was time to go to bed, and Harry fell asleep in his cot.

The sky outside the window is still clear, but there are a few thin clouds that vaguely cover the moonlight and stars.

However, in Harry's dream, the world seemed to be covered with a layer of gray fog. Simply put, the world had never faced such an atmosphere.

Full of darkness, death, and the unknown.

Unknown, yes, many people don't know why they set foot on the battlefield, or whether they were kissed by dementors when they set foot on the battlefield, or died under various black magic.

Every day someone goes missing, someone dies, and they never see the light of dawn again.

Harry stood in the room, raising the white lace curtains.

Outside is the gloomy sky, and the car full of big and small packages is about to start.

Maybe the sky was really so cloudy, Harry thought, that his aunt looked so sad through the window glass.

Then, finally, Harry waved to Dudley, who was watching him from the rear window.

"Goodbye."

The author has something to say: Every time it is too late, I can put down everything and write quickly... Do I need a small leather whip?

☆、Golden Calm DaysⅣ

One morning at the end of July, just after breakfast, a busy day slowly kicked off.Neville was held tightly by Hestia Jones and Dedalus Diggle in front of his house, and the two said something that made his ears turn red.

"Good luck, Neville." Dedalus Diggle shook Neville's hand again, and to be honest Neville felt that this scene was a bit like the first time he went to Diagon Alley, "I hope we will meet again. The hope of the wizarding world rests on your shoulders."

"Goodbye, Neville," said Hestia, "we will miss you."

"Goodbye." Neville smiled shyly, "I hope everything goes well." After he finished politely, he looked at the impatient grandma and the smiling uncles and aunts next to her, "Then grandma, you Take care of yourself, I think we'll see each other after a while."

"Take care of yourself, Neville." Mrs. Longbottom's face became serious when she spoke to Neville, "Be firm in your heart, you must know that you will live up to the reputation of the Longbottom family with your parents."

"I know, Granny." Neville said, waving his hand. "Then, goodbye."

Diggle waved his hat at Neville, and Jones looked out of the courtyard warily: "Okay, we'll go out first, and take a walk with Madam after dinner, and be careful on the way to the park later... Oh yes." Jones walked up to Neville and handed him a backpack, "It's a disguise tool for you," she explained.

Neville took the schoolbag with a smile, watched them walk out of the gate, turned the corner of the street before unzipping and taking out the contents - obviously this not too big schoolbag was enchanted to hold so many things, and he took it out So thought Neville, in an ordinary Muggle teenager's outfit.

Then he took out a letter from his schoolbag - the letter introduced in detail the functions of the contents of the backpack, and asked Neville to pack all the things he wanted into this schoolbag, at [-]:[-] See you at the neighborhood park.

Neville changed clothes, browned his exposed skin with a box of chocolate-colored oddities, packed his schoolbag, and headed out at 08:30 and made sure the house was clear of any unsafe conditions before heading out.

The neighborhood park wasn't very far away, and Neville didn't attract anyone's attention along the way, and finally he arrived at the neighborhood park at 42:[-].There were still some morning exercisers in the park in the morning. Pigeons were cooing by the bench, and an old man was sitting on the bench to feed them.

Neville looked around, but didn't see a familiar face or see a problem.He grasped the strap of the schoolbag with both hands, and he could see a little nervousness.Neville looked around, wandered aimlessly at the gate of the park, and looked around from time to time, as if waiting for someone.

And the old gentleman who fed the pigeons looked up at Neville who seemed to be waiting for someone, smiled, and broke the bread in his hand--just before he dropped the bread on the ground, two ginger-haired The older boys walked over, and one of the shorter ones hooked Neville's neck at once, and said cheerfully, "Hey, buddy, don't be in a hurry."

Neville looked at the strange face of the man with his hands on his shoulders, then at his emerald green eyes, and said in a natural tone, "I've only been here for a while."

"Okay, let's go." Another strange-looking person took Harry's arm off Neville's shoulder, gave Neville a sideways look, and said, "You don't look so good."

"..." Neville thought to himself that this should be Malfoy, so he smiled kindly, "Yeah, it's summer vacation, day and night are unavoidable."

So the three of them wandered out of the park talking like this, and turned to the nearest subway station.After they left, the old gentleman who fed the pigeons stood up and patted his coat. They left the park one after the other.

The old man was carrying a briefcase and walking on crutches a few meters away from Neville and the others. He raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat to cover his black and blue eyes.The woman ran into the alley, and when she came out, she turned into a young woman with blond hair, well dressed and walking in a hurry as if she was rushing to work.

The journey was safe and sound, and Harry led Draco and Neville to the subway station, oh, a crowded subway station.Harry, who had already researched the route, took the two of them and quickly bought tickets at the automatic ticket vending machine—five minutes later, they squeezed into the crowd and got on the subway.

As soon as he got on the subway, Harry quickly determined the positions of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and was not surprised to find that the eyes of the people around them were always swaying to them.Grindelwald seemed to fall asleep leaning against the back of the chair with his eyes closed, while Dumbledore bowed his head and flipped through a book in his hand.

The subway carried a car full of people clattering towards the other side of London. When they reached the city center, the number of people on the car was reduced by half, and the three of them finally had a place to sit down.

"Four more stops," said Harry, looking at the subway map.After he said this, Grindelwald opened his eyes diagonally, first glanced at Dumbledore next to him, and then looked back with a half-smile.

It's a pity that the three people here didn't pay attention to him...

"One more stop... well, here we go," said Harry.

The five people got off the subway and walked onto the somewhat shabby subway station at Grimmauld Square Station.They climbed the stairs, turned a few turns and finally walked out of this unassuming little subway station.As an old neighborhood, the streets here look a bit dilapidated, and there are not many people on the streets.When Harry was talking to Draco, he glanced sideways at Grindelwald, who was hooking Dumbledore's shoulders behind him, thinking that they both had young faces.

Or luckily no one was on the road?

They walked through the small square and saw the dilapidated houses from a distance. Under the sunlight, their sense of history was even more overwhelming. Those broken windows looked like the most classic costume of a haunted house. .

As he got closer, Draco frowned and glanced at the bulging garbage bag in front of the gate not far away, and wrinkled his nose again.

"Welcome to No. 12, Grimmauld Place again." Harry pointed to Neville, pointing to the middle of No. 11 and No. 13. Neville smiled, and his eyes gradually reflected the black lacquered gate and the shining light on it. And the familiar silver snake door knocker.

Draco took a step forward, drew his wand, knocked on the door - there was a clang of metal on the inside, and the rattle of the chain - and it creaked open.

"Enter the house, enter the house," Harry said, and let Neville go in first. When he went in for the last time, he scanned his surroundings and saw Demps not far away, who seemed to be seriously studying the poorly grown lawn in the small square. Lido nodded at him.

But... Harry took one more look at the lawn before entering the house.

I always feel that the fact that they are half dead may have something to do with the fact that the wizards who come here always land there... right?

The successful completion of the mission without any surprises and incidentally playing Death Eaters later was an operation worthy of celebration in every way.Harry heard noisy voices from inside when he was at the door, and knew that Ron and Hermione were agitated inside.

He closed the door, turned around and found that Draco, who had transformed himself back to his original form, was right behind him, only a step away, and Harry hurriedly moved his face towards him—half a minute later, Harry and Draco He came to the kitchen with his own face and joined the small celebration-everyone was sitting on chairs laughing and laughing, and Ron, Hermione and Neville sat together and chatted with everyone and whispered.

When Harry and Draco entered, the kitchen erupted into applause, which made Harry feel embarrassed. He stopped James Remus Sirius, who was the most noisy, several times with his eyes, but it was useless. The twins clapped their hands It was also very vigorous to shoot.

Harry quickly pulled Draco to sit down, and everyone resumed the chat mode before.Harry looked around, and finally set his sights on Ron and Hermione.

Ron had grown taller this summer, thin and tall, and Hermione looked gorgeous with her bushy hair braided into a long braid at the back - thumbs up from Harry, Della Co took the small biscuits and mouth-watering juice that George and Fred handed over for entertainment. The biscuit was placed in the middle, and a glass of juice was placed in front of Harry.

Because everyone was worried and anxiously waiting for the result, so it was already past working hours, and Bill, who had a man's medal on his face, was talking to the kind-hearted Mr. Weasley (Harry found Weasley Mr.'s glasses were a little crooked, and he straightened his glasses subconsciously), Fleur sat next to him and talked to Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny was sitting beside Mrs. Weasley.

A few minutes later, Moody and Tonks, who were in charge of secret protection, came back behind Dumbledore and Grindelwald. The senior members of the Order of the Phoenix were talking, and the non-qualified members of the Order of the Phoenix were listening.

"Well," said Mr. Weasley at last, "it's time for us to go to work . . . a little late though."

There was a burst of laughter in the kitchen.

Soon, those who went to work, and those who had business to do, this place became the world of these new members of the Order of the Phoenix without qualifications—although no one really said "Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix" officially, But in special times, who cares about those little things?

Harry leaned back in his chair, grinning as George and Fred toasted in celebration. It felt like watching someone happy in a mirror.

But a Gemini will always be a Gemini, won't it?

The author has something to say: Forgot this last time - Myrtle said Draco.

He's sensitive, he's also been bullied, he feels alone, no one talks, he's not afraid to show his feelings, he cries when he wants to!

So I'm really happy that they are with each other.

Oh, by the way, thanks to kuromado for mine!I also forgot it before—it’s a rush to finish writing every time—(I’m almost fed up with myself. I just saw that the input statistics on Sogou are all a crown pattern, and it disappears every day.)

☆、Golden Calm DaysⅤ

"Today," Dumbledore took the lead in raising his glass during dinner, "it's definitely a memorable day. We completed a task that should have been difficult. No one was injured, and no one left-and this is the most important thing. important and most memorable."

"And I hope that the future battles will also be like this." Dumbledore said, looking around the audience.Against the backdrop of the lights, everyone's face is so full of vigor, and their eyes are so high-spirited and full of confidence, "No matter how much effort you put in, I hope everyone here can see the final results of their efforts."

"I will always remember your great sacrifice and heroic deeds, all of you here, and all of you who are not here, or are no longer here."

Dumbledore raised his glass: "To you."

Everyone raised their glasses.

Harry looked at Dumbledore through the clear purple liquid in his goblet, smiled, then looked at James and Lily, Sirius (Regulus should be flying in the night sky), and then at Mu Dee, looked at everyone here.

"My respect," he said.

Yes, as Dumbledore said, this is a memorable day. Although only a small number of wizards know what is behind this ordinary day, they will undoubtedly know that some people have stepped out today. A big step for the wizarding world.

Harry and the others drank the wine in the glass. When he put down the glass and looked up, he saw Lily looking at him, mouthing and telling him with a serious face, "You can only drink this, you know?"

Harry looked towards