[Deha] World Starlight

"James put his hands in his pockets and raised his feet to kick, but Sirius dodged it, "Brothers have to share weal and woe, you know. "

"Please take a leave of absence for you too." Sirius said, "Anyway, there are legitimate reasons, and you can go back and help Remus deal with those things, or else you will go to work and push all the work to him?"

"Tell you I still have chocolate to get." Remus retorted in good time.The topic was over, and James, Sirius, and Remus hugged Harry and Draco again, without saying anything, just saying: "Summer vacation is coming soon."

"Yeah." Harry nodded with a smile, watching the three of them walking up the path side by side, across the grass, watching the hems of their robes being blown by the scorching wind, until after a small slope, their figures were never big The dot got smaller, and flashed into Hagrid's cabin after knocking on the door.

"Let's go, go back and take a shower." Harry took Draco's hand and asked suddenly after taking two steps, "Why don't we swim in the Black Lake too."

After this sentence, Draco pulled him away, passing groups of students lying on the grass enjoying their rare leisure time.

The author has something to say: Although when it was updated, everyone appeared in a human form with the text, but in fact, I have been wasted for two days.

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If I don’t code words tomorrow, I won’t watch the updates of all the dramas or anime I’m chasing! 【Seriously pointing fingers up】

☆、Dream Station Ⅴ

In the next few days, the "Daily Prophet" published various reports related to the mysterious man like a bombardment. Dumbledore and Neville were mentioned many times, and their names were corrected again and again——

"A lone voice calling for truth is considered insane, and he has never wavered from his stand... Forced to endure ridicule and slander..." Brace read what he thought was an interesting line from the newspaper while sitting on the couch , "The position of this newspaper is still as usual."

"Fudge is down, they should change direction, and publish the old stuff full of ridicule and slander at this time, unless they don't want to sell this paper anymore." Pansy painted on her fingernails Processed rose petal sap, "though it's a pity to think that the country might desperately need some newspapers to light the fire."

"You-Know-Who's Last Attempt Failed, pp. [-]-[-]; What the Ministry Should Say to Me, pp. [-]; Why No One Is Listening to Albus Dumbledore, pp. [-]-[-]; Neville Longbottom's Exclusive interview, page nine... eh, wasn't that interview just now in that inconspicuous magazine?" Blaise flipped through the newspaper and threw it on the table, "I think I can unsubscribe from the same newspapers during this period .”

Pansy extended her hand and admired her nails: "Smart move." She admired.

"Apart from what you just said, the newspaper now contains articles about how to repel the dementors and the actions of the Ministry of Magic; in the interstitial space, there will also be some hysterical letters that are nonsense and hysterical. As soon as I went out early in the morning, I saw the Dark Lord passing in front of my house... really...hehe."

Blaise was a little surprised: "Have you finished watching?" he asked Pansy.

"Of course," Pansy blew on her nails, "otherwise how can I judge your actions as wise? I have no position."

"What position?" Harry asked, who happened to come down the stairs, leaning over the railing of the platform.

Pansy waved at him: "Of course it's the stance of those who have already packed their luggage to laugh at those who haven't done anything—what, you finally packed your and Draco's luggage after spending all afternoon ?"

"Well," said Harry, nodding as he approached them, "Draco packed his and me's luggage - very simple, a spell, even I fell on the bed I don't know how long ago The waste paper at the bottom jumped into the dustbin by itself."

"Under the bed?" Blaise winked at Harry meaningfully, "What kind of waste paper?"

Harry simply didn't want to pay attention to him, and said nonsense: "Abandoned papers filled with the mysteries of the starry sky and the universe, and the truth about the existence of Muggles and wizards, should I keep it, in case one day I rely on that paper Is the thesis successful and famous?"

"Why didn't I know you wrote that kind of thing." Draco walked down the stairs casually and walked to Harry, "Isn't that a wrongly drawn star map on the paper? I saw the marked wood Wei Si."

Harry gritted his teeth and smiled: "Thank you for tearing things up, my dear!" He put a lot of emphasis on those three words.

"Oops," Blaise made a strange noise, "you dear ones who love each other, did you do anything else in the house just now besides packing your luggage? Look at these two red-mouthed... Kiss Can't you restrain yourself? Is it just Xia Tian who is so restless?"

"But we did something more difficult to restrain than 'kissing'..." Harry blinked, and dragged Draco out of the stone door under Blaise's unbelievable stare, "We're going to the auditorium !Warning Blaise, who is not in a hurry or restless, if you are late, you will lose all of your favorite dishes..."

"Bastard!" Blaise stood up abruptly from the sofa, "I'll—"

Pan Xi tidied up the hem of her robe unhurriedly, and followed out calmly.

Harry and Draco walked side by side from the dimly lit underground to the brightly lit corridors of Hogwarts. The lively noise in the auditorium could be heard in the front hall... They walked into the auditorium, sat on the long Slytherin table, Chat with the people around you about insignificant things.

There wasn't much to rave about at the farewell feast but it was delicious and there was no Umbridge.Dumbledore didn't mention Harry in his speech on Voldemort's return. I'm afraid who will become an eternal mystery for the extra fifty points that Slytherin inexplicably added two days ago.

Harry was happy to see this result.

To him, the only thing that bothers him, in frank relief, is that his Draco hasn't had a good chat about the Ministry of Magic...after that (and he doesn't look like he wants to get into it will).Harry's only consolation was that Lucius wasn't among the captured Death Eaters, but Draco read in the papers (which came quickly, it seemed, to appease the public) that "all captured Death Eaters went as usual I was escorted to Azkaban today, and the Ministry of Magic has regained the initiative." After the news, the insider follow-up in Narcissa's letter [Voldemort was once again furious, and even severely punished your father and Bella] let his His mood became a little unpredictable, and he only said four words to Harry on this matter——

"It's all a plan."

Although Harry also knows that everything is part of the plan, everything seems to be not a problem now-such as the safety of Lucius and the importance Voldemort attaches to him. The dead chess pieces are much easier to use.Of course, everything is not a problem, and another part is that now Azkaban can be said to be under Voldemort's slightest control, and the treatment of the Death Eaters imprisoned in it is another matter. The "Ministry of Magic" Take the initiative" Whether it is telling the truth or diplomatic rhetoric, no one can be sure except the insiders... But when he recalled that in the Ministry of Magic, he looked at Lucius in the melee, and the other party shook his head slightly at him , and then struggled to nod his head, his heart felt as if he was blocked by something.

Yeah, it's all a plan... escaping from there alone and being arrested together will of course affect a lot of things very differently...

Harry was thankful that Lucius Apparated resolutely after a brief moment of weighing.

But he also knew that what was bothering Draco was not just this one thing, but all the things and the truth behind them, but Harry couldn't tell Draco everything frankly, so he didn't say anything, but Quiet self-precipitation with Draco.

The pre-dinner speech was still about Voldemort and keeping himself safe. Dumbledore went straight to the point in a succinct way, and then amidst enthusiastic applause and cheers, the entire auditorium turned into Gryffindor colors.

Dinner is usually the biggest meal of the day.Harry ate enough, relaxing his brain with the satisfaction of the food and the rush of blood to his stomach; Draco remained reserved and restrained, even though Harry felt he ate a lot.

They have been under too much pressure recently... But when everyone else is free from the clutches of the exam, and for various reasons, they are not too panicked about Voldemort's affairs, so they must behave in front of others.

In the end, Harry dug into the ice cream and listened to Dumbledore finally wishing them a happy holiday. He looked at Dumbledore's upright figure, and he didn't know what kind of emotion he was feeling.

He thought maybe he should do something this holiday - like go on a trip with Draco?

So do you take the ordinary train, or seek excitement and ask Sirius to borrow a car?Harry had been thinking about that all the way back on the train.The Hogwarts Express was passing through the wilderness, the blue sky and grass stretched endlessly outside the car window, Hedwig flapped her wings above his head, making a small sound in this silent space.

"What are you thinking?" Draco stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Harry's eyes, drawing a tiny air of air with his fingertips.

"Huh?" Harry returned to his senses, and smiled at him first, "I was thinking about what to do during the summer vacation, I wanted to go out for a walk... and I wondered if you would be in trouble when you go home."

"Maybe there will be some." Draco thought for a while, and smiled wryly, "But there shouldn't be any major troubles, although the current situation is quite troublesome." He went around talking for a long time, and finally He joked about himself, "But I think the road ahead is not always dark."

"We trudge through the night before the light," said Harry, reciting poetry.

Draco looked at Harry, and then at the clear sky outside the window: "But it's still dusk."

"Although everything hasn't really started yet, it's not far away..." Harry tilted his head and looked out of the window. Although the starting point of the line of sight was different, they were looking at the same distant place.

"What are you going to do when you get home?"

"Let's let go of your brain and sleep for two days, shall we?"

Harry and Draco chatted while looking out the window.

"Then I'll go to your house, you come to my house for two days, and I'll study about going out." Harry was talking about the summer vacation process in previous years, but Draco reminded him slightly, "Maybe it will be a little bit small to come to my house." problem, although I can't determine the seriousness of the problem without going home."

"Oh, that's right, I forgot—" Harry shook his head, "Then why don't you just come to my house in two days! Just say you're going on a trip with your classmates, so you don't have to stay at home..." He didn't finish speaking, and Can't tell what happened in his memory this summer vacation.

"It depends," Draco said succinctly.

Harry nodded, seemingly not continuing the topic, but the thorn in his heart deepened.

I hope... Harry prays in his heart that it won't be like he remembers - I have to do something too...

The train is speeding forward, and it seems that the continuous emerald green is gradually replaced by villages with signs of human activities in a blink of an eye, and London seems to be close at hand...

The author has something to say: Although the world has made bold words and ambitions the day before yesterday, there is no improvement.

I'm really shameless.

☆、Cold summer vacation Ⅰ

In mid-July, all is not well.Whether it's the mysterious collapse of a bridge (more precisely, it's splitting in half) that causes multiple cars to fall into the river and cause huge damage to people's lives and property, two vicious murders Unlike western hurricanes, the weather was unusual, with cold fog seemingly hanging over the entire country.Everyone, Muggles and wizards alike, sensed a lot was wrong.

But all of this is just speculation for now.

Harry was nestled on the sofa in thick clothes that shouldn't be worn in summer, listening to Regulus and Sirius talking about the latest news: "Fudge went to talk to the Muggle Prime Minister as a matter of routine last night, and made the current All the news was disclosed to him according to the rules."

"I still like Scrimgeour a little better than Fudge, though they might as well be equal."

"Lucius said that Voldemort sent a message to Fudge through him: Join the Death Eaters and become a dark thread in the Ministry of Magic, otherwise a large number of Muggles will die because of your decision—" Sirius had a serious face The expression said, "Fudge was angry and frightened, and James has been working overtime for a long time since then."

"Yeah, yeah." Just as he was talking about James, he walked in. Apart from being well dressed, his gray face was unshaven, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a homeless tramp. , "The unlucky prong went to several places in the past few days, but only caught a few little mice... I really envy some people in the Muggle department. There is too much happiness in mental work."

Sirius opened his mouth, "Yeah. Poor Auror Office, Misinformation Office, and Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control are all busy..." He was halfway through the sentence, and then closed it again looking at James' pitiful expression up.

Regulus glanced at him with a smile in his eyes.

And Harry quickly stood up and asked James to sit down, and asked him, "Do you want to sleep for a while or sleep later?"

"Later, baby boy," James said.

Harry nodded, and then ran to the kitchen to bring him a cup of espresso and thick soup with a lot of good ingredients: "Drink the soup first, and then drink coffee and chat slowly."

James took the soup: "Thank you, baby son."

Harry nodded resignedly, placing the coffee in front of him.Ever since he revealed everything in Dumbledore's office, the way James treats him has gone back to when he was three or four years old, as if he couldn't talk without talking about his baby son.As for Lily, Harry didn't know what James told her. Anyway, Lily's eyes were red from the day he got home from the pick-up station to the next morning. It's almost half a month since the holiday, and he has gained five catties. This is when he insists on exercising every day.

More than once, Harry thought that if he had known this, he would have kept everything in his stomach and rotted, so that one or two people would not have to worry about him so much.

And Draco... Harry picked up James' clean bowl while thinking about it, but before he reached the kitchen, he was snatched by Lily who had just entered the door: "Baby Harry, go and sit down!" Lily gently touched Harry's head with her free hand, "Would you like some snacks this afternoon?"

Harry was phrasing his refusal tactfully when Sirius' loud voice came to his rescue: "Lily, how is Mrs. Longbottom?"

"Mrs. Longbottom just suffered a little flesh injury, and she left some blood. Her mental state is much better than mine after working overtime for several days." James sank into the sofa and interjected.

Lily put the bowl into the kitchen to wash it automatically and said, "It's okay, it's just that I'm getting older and my body is a little hard to recover." She walked up to James and sat down, then patted herself next to her and asked Harry to come and sit down quickly. "Moody and I escorted her and Neville home all the way. We didn't encounter any situation, and we didn't feel anyone was watching. It seems that the secrecy work was done well this time."

"But Neville is really a good boy..." Lily sighed, and then got back to the topic, "What were you talking about just now?"

"Say how much the British Prime Minister doesn't want to meet Cornelius Fudge and Rufus Scrimgeour." Sirius said, "I don't want to know that I have worked so hard for half a month to face the condemnation and doubts of the society, explaining the equipment. Rust, rotting expansion joints, and other inexplicable issues are cleaning up other people's messes."

"You're watching Muggle news again, aren't you?" Regulus squinted at Sirius.

Sirius laughed, and explained: "I just glanced at the Muggle store when I was riding a motorcycle, but now the Muggle news basically broadcasts those things 24 hours a day, so you don't need to pay attention."

James let out a cold snort of unknown meaning: "Brockdale Bridge...the murders of Burns and Vance...the turmoil in the west..."

"And giants and dementors..." said Sirius, "and these fogs of dementors."

Harry listened impassively.

"Speaking of dementors, I really miss the years when they took care of Azkaban...I'm really worried that I've been refusing to tell what is going on now, looking at whether the Ministry of Magic in Azkaban can keep an eye on the food they just captured Dead Apostles, don't let us work so hard that the backyard catches fire."

Harry shook his head.

"How is it over there now?" Sirius asked Regulus with a sneer on his face, "Is it much quieter after being slapped in the face by the Ministry of Magic? It's really become a dog that bites but doesn't bark... "

Harry was sitting on the sofa in the living room of Godric's Hollow No. [-], listening to Regulus and Sirius chatting casually about the internal affairs of the Death Eaters: "Where is there a quiet time? I see them They all went wrong in Azkaban, and everyone is crazy."

"But what he really trusts are these psychopaths." Regulus took a sip of black tea, "Just like the time at the Ministry of Magic before, all the people who went there were his cronies, and insignificant people like me We can only run around the development line and cause damage.”

"Then he really trusts Lucius as always." James said.

"No no." Regulus shook his fingers, "Voldemort trusted him only because he understood what kind of shrewdness and cunning and prudence rooted in the name 'Malfoy'—this time too, he So he simply punished Lucius because he believed that as long as he maintained absolute coercion, Malfoy would obey him like the rules of profit first and the law of the jungle."

"A chess piece that is easy to use and knows how to protect itself, how can he not make good use of it?" Regulus said, the expression on his face suddenly became strange, and he quickly looked down at himself His arm, as if he really saw the swimming snake through the fabric. "I've got to go," he said, standing up. "I think it's coming a little sooner than we expected."

James was surprised: "He has..."

"Probably so." Regulus walked towards the back door, and apparated the moment the door opened, "They've either arrived, or they're on their way."

Watching him off, Sirius closed the door silently.

James drank his coffee irritably, frowning enough to catch a fly.Lily glanced at Harry, then took his cold hand.

"I'm fine, Mom," said Harry.

"Yeah." Lily nodded, "It's fine, and Draco will be fine too."

Harry nodded. "Well, of course," he said.

And earlier, after a depressing and simple lunch, Draco was led by Lucius and Narcissa who seemed to be preoccupied, and got into a car that didn't know where to go.It looks like a vehicle provided by the Ministry of Magic, but it's also very likely that it was made by Sirius... but it's not a big deal.Draco was sitting in the back seat looking at the misty and bleak scene outside the window, and Narcissa beside him was also silent. Lucius glanced sideways at Draco, then quickly turned back to look ahead.

The atmosphere along the way was oppressive and dull, no one spoke, or they didn't know what to say.

Draco looked out the window silently, the colorless landscapes passed through his eyes without leaving a trace.He thought of Harry, thought of the information in the letter and... the continuous thoughts and feelings, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

During this holiday, whether it was because of the events before or after the holiday, whether it was Lucius' pale face for several days or Narcissa's silence, Draco quickly understood in a short time something.

And now, is it as he thought...

The car was driving all the way, and the scenery outside the car had already become unfamiliar.Draco looked out the window, then looked at the silent side faces of Lucius and Narcissa in front of him, feeling that the air in the car was more frozen... But Narcissa quickly broke the freeze.

"Little dragon." Draco felt Narcissa's voice trembling directly, "Whatever happens for a while, don't hurt..."

Draco stared at Narcissa's side face with wide eyes slightly, but he didn't wait for Narcissa's words, but Lucius cautiously warned: "Don't be too sharp, don't be too shy. If you can It would be nice to pretend to be a little more respectful, but I think it's a bit difficult for you when you meet him for the first time..."

"To see him?" Draco grasped the key word, and immediately asked, "Is it to see the person I'm thinking of now?"

Lucius didn't speak, but Narcissa nodded very slightly, trembling.

At that moment, Draco couldn't tell what kind of feeling he felt in his heart... He was neither afraid nor looking forward to it; he didn't think it was a big deal, and he felt that he should show more concern A little, for whatever reason.

So once again, he turned to look out the window after getting the answer in the affirmative—the view was like a barren nightmare.

As far as Draco was concerned, the trip was just the one thing he'd known since the holidays would happen - it just happened.

Narcissa and Lucius looked at each other worriedly, but there was nothing they could do.

Finally, after a while, the car stopped in front of an old small manor.Draco opened the car door and walked into the misty mist, and saw traces of all kinds of magic around the manor complementing the mist—maybe because of the mist, he felt as if some thoughts in his head became unclear, and his whole body Only cold calm remained.

He walked into the manor behind Lucius and Narcissa, looked at the desolate front yard garden around the road, suddenly thought of the lush and beautiful magic plants in the Potter house, and thought that there should be shielding magic among those magics, he Now he can no longer feel the influence of those fogs on his thinking.

The door of the manor, which seemed to have not been opened for many years, burst open the moment Lucius approached.There was no sunlight, and Draco didn't know if there was dust falling down, but he couldn't think about these insignificant things anymore. From the moment he entered the manor, he felt that there were countless pairs of eyes watching him.

The author has something to say: the copy of the Ministry of Magic is about to start.

☆、Cold summer vacation Ⅱ

"Has anyone ventilated Mr. Ollivander?" Harry said, "There are also other shopkeepers in Diagon Alley. Let them pay attention to safety in the near future, and it is best to be ready to escape at any time."

"Don't worry, Harry." Sirius said to Harry with a reassuring smile, "everything is ready. Florin Fusco, whom you highlighted, is extremely safe, and he is no longer in the UK It's inside."

Harry nodded, slightly relieved.

However, the expression on the face of Sirius, who had been smiling all the time, suddenly became serious again: "But you, Harry, did you talk to Draco? About... huh?" He made a gesture on his head flattery.

Harry instantly understood what Sirius meant, "I didn't say anything...I think so, I just told him in the letter that Voldemort might use him, and the right path is always tortuous...Is that what it means? .”

"What does he think? What will he do?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't know," he said. "No matter what he thinks, everything Voldemort says is undeniable. He may not even have room to bargain."

Draco followed Lucius up to the second floor and walked into a room that looked like a reception room.A dark green flame was burning in the fireplace, and a huge chair was placed towards the fireplace, and he didn't have to think about who it was—so he also showed superficial humility when Lucius bowed his head .

"Owner."

"Oh," a sharp and sinister voice became clearer and clearer as the chair turned, "Lucius, how are you doing recently?"

"Thanks to you, master." Lucius still lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eye.

Draco didn't know if the pleasure in Voldemort's laughter was real or fake.He lowered his head, looked at the toes of his shoes, and thought about something quickly... and Voldemort also called his name after laughing: "Come on, Draco, look up at me, but I still have Something is bothering you."

Draco lifted his head.

Voldemort stared into his eyes, but he didn't find a trace of emotion in the gray eyes looking straight at him that he was tired of, which made his already good mood even better.

Draco tried his best not to let what was on his mind show on his face - in fact, his heart constricted the moment he saw Voldemort clearly.He couldn't describe what kind of strange face it was, maybe it shouldn't be called a human, but it should appear in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" like the illustration in the snake-faced man or the human-faced snake.

As the thought passed quickly, another sudden thought came to his mind - did he kill Harry?Indirectly causing the walls of Hogwarts to break and fall?

But for all these thoughts, all he showed was calm eyes and slightly constricted pupils after raising his head, and then lowered his head again.

"Oh, my boy, don't be so reserved." Voldemort said, twiddling his wand with his slender fingers, "As I said to your father before, there are things I want you to do."

Draco reacted quickly: "It's an honor." He said sincerely, but soon expressed his uncertainty about his ability, "But I can't believe that I am worthy of your entrustment."

"Two simple things." Voldemort didn't care much about Draco's last words, "One, kill Dumbledore."

"That's impossible!" Draco said without thinking.

Voldemort's face became visibly gloomy, but not so gloomy, his cold eyes moved away from Draco, swept across Lucius and looked at Draco again, and spoke in a low voice: "Your father is Never said he couldn't."

Draco glanced at Lucius quickly, lowered his head and said, "This just proves that I'm not as good as my father."

"Don't belittle yourself, child." Voldemort said softly, as if to comfort Draco, "You're just too young."

"Okay, let's put aside the matter of killing Dumbledore for now, and I won't force you for now..." Voldemort said like a gift, "The second thing, you must do it well." ..."

"Of course I'll do my best," Draco said.

"...do something to kill Dumbledore someday," said Voldemort coldly. "If you can get yourself help at school, the Death Eaters can help you."

"I'll give you a school year because you don't seem to believe in your abilities that much—but it's okay, I think even a stupid person can get something done with that time. Besides, I can assure you, If Dumbledore dies of some geriatric disease during this period, the honor will still go to you."

Everyone in the room laughed, and Draco lowered his head frantically amidst the laughter.

Narcissa watched him warily.

Voldemort was delighted to find Draco's body trembling slightly as he said these words. He liked the way those who surrendered at his feet made him feel so clearly that he was in control, whether it was Life or something else, everything is in his hands.

Draco knew he had no room for rejection.

"Yes, I will try." That was all he could say.

"Draco, just trying is not enough, you have to do well." Voldemort had that happy smile on his face, which made his already unflattering face look more like it should appear in Fantastic Beasts. Where is the realistic illustration.

"I can give you a small reward right now," Voldemort raised his wand, pointing at Draco, "or you can call him an honor."

Draco looked up and took a deep look at Voldemort's hand holding the wand, his eyes seemed to be full of longing and hope, but then he lowered his head again, showing tender weakness, his head was lower than before Some: "Forgive me..." Draco tried his best to change his voice from erratic to firm, "After all, there are many professors in Hogwarts besides students. For you, I dare not take the slightest risk."

"Indecisive." Voldemort sneered and retracted his wand, "Looking forward and backward. But fortunately, he is still a little loyal, so he won't look too useless."

Draco bowed his head in silence.Lucius said following Voldemort's words: "It is inevitable for a child to be feared by his master so much, but I guarantee that Draco will do his best."

There was not much seriousness in Voldemort's tone: "I hope so." He said flatly.

When Draco returned home, he still felt that everything was as unreal as a dream. Not only did he meet Voldemort, but he also sent him an impossible task... and the mark was only one sentence away from him. Will the distance grow on his arms forever?

He comforted Lucius and Narcissa, who seemed more worried than he was, and went back to the room, and found Harry's letters from the drawer.

The dark green ink on the parchment was like Harry's eyes in the middle of the night. Draco looked at the words and sentences, and couldn't help asking Harry—"What do you want to do?" So he stroked the letter paper , spoke softly, the voice was as light as a sigh.

If Dumbledore is probably the person in the world who knows exactly what Harry wants to do, then the second one must be Sirius. Unfortunately, he didn't stay long after Regulus left, otherwise there would be nothing here. Nothing happened without James and Lily... oh, James was okay, knew a little bit more, and Lily only heard a few words when she couldn't avoid it, like now.

"Thank you for the reminder, Harry." Dumbledore fumbled and gently turned the ring on his right hand that Harry was familiar with, "although it was not malicious when I found it. "He knocked on the door of Godric's Hollow No. [-] when the distant sky was stained with a little indistinct crimson, as if he just came up to say something to Harry that couldn't be said so clearly in the letter.

"You deserve such treatment." Harry said this, and Lily, who had been in the kitchen for more than ten minutes, finally came out and poured a cup of black tea for Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was very happy: "Oh, thank you, Lily, if you have nothing to do, sit down and talk to us for a while."

Lily put down the teapot, looking a little panicked: "Oh yes, I... I might go to sit with Bathilda for a while, you know people always get bored when they get old."

Dumbledore nodded and agreed: "Yes, I know. But when I came, I saw that Bathilda's house was locked. She must have gone out."

Harry gave Dumbledore a meaningful look, but the latter obviously didn't notice that his attention was on the anxious Lily.

James sat on the sofa, but he was looking forward to Dumbledore's change of Lily's recent evasive attitude, after all, it was impossible for things to pass like this.

"Oh!" Lily exclaimed, "Is today Wednesday? She probably went to that reading party..." She glanced at Dumbledore and found that he was also staring at her.Lily glanced helplessly at James who was watching the fun, and finally sat down resignedly: "Okay, I'll just sit here and listen to you."

"You are very welcome." James lifted his buttocks and sat next to Lily.

"Then, let's start talking formally." Dumbledore said