[Deha] World Starlight

Visibly serious, "First of all, I want to know what your macro plan for this year is."

"Create an illusion?" said Harry. "Or weave an illusion, or whatever."

Dumbledore made a "please speak" face.

"In other words, I'll let him do whatever he wants to do." Harry said with a calm smile, "Whether it's to let Draco kill you, or to control all useful people... of course all of them The basic premise of the plan is to keep everyone as safe as possible. We informed some people in Diagon Alley, and it is estimated that by the time I need to buy books, there will be a different scene there."

"In fact, my dear, it's a different scene there now than it used to be."

"As expected." Harry didn't comment on this, and went straight to the next topic, "As for Horcruxes, Regulus finally had a reasonable reason to remove the Hufflepuff Cup from Gringotts a few days ago. Got it out, Bill Weasley helped a lot... I'm sure you got it."

"Yes, it has been dealt with and placed in the window of my office." Dumbledore was obviously satisfied with the final result of this matter, "And I also dealt with it after you told me about the crown. Oh , the next headmaster will definitely be extremely satisfied with the collections in the office that belong to the school."

"Then all that's left is the snake and Neville." Harry mused, "...and the time hasn't come yet."

"Yes, many things can only be taken one step at a time." Dumbledore said, "but at least we have the initiative, don't we?"

Harry nodded and said to Dumbledore: "As long as you give me 80.00% trust, many things will be fine."

"What about the remaining 20.00%?" asked Dumbledore.

"The rest..." Harry said seriously, looking directly into Dumbledore's eyes, "is that if I go astray, you will be desperate to get everything back on track."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

Harry smiled, he had never been worried about Dumbledore's ability, but at this moment he had to tell him what he meant: "I'm making a fake, but the bottom line is to guarantee your life." Harry crossed his hands Putting it on his knees, he promised earnestly.

"Harry, I am determined to die." Dumbledore said, shaking his head slightly and looking at Harry.But two seconds later, he found that Harry's eyes were more determined than his, so he finally expressed his thoughts frankly: "But of course, it's best if you don't die."

"I'll do my best to make sure," Harry said, "I think that's what I'm...for, with the help of all of you, and protecting all of you in my own way."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Dumbledore patted Harry's shoulder with his intact right hand.

Harry glanced sideways at Dumbledore's hand and the ring on his hand: "No, pressure is my motivation."

"Treasures are burdens, but burdens are also treasures." Harry smiled and looked out the misty window, "Isn't it?"

Dumbledore nodded in agreement with him without hesitation.

The author has something to say: The Great Melee at the Ministry of Magic...

I feel average.

I'm really not very good at writing...fights.

☆、Cold Summer VacationⅢ

In the end, Dumbledore declined Lily's invitation to stay for dinner with serious reasons: "Dear Lily, I really want to taste those delicacies, but unfortunately I really have an appointment in 10 minutes..."

Lily expressed regret, and finally brought Dumbledore a lot of "Wolf" brand chocolates and candies, and resolutely rejected Dumbledore's refusal: "Harry is still better." Lily said so and gave Harry a sideways look, " Take it all, sugar can make people feel more energetic when they are tired, but it is best not to forget to eat."

"Okay." Dumbledore stuffed a big bag of things into his pocket, "Thank you for telling me, I might eat something with the next person who made an appointment..."

There is no need to say much about the still delicious dinner at the Potters, but Harry once again ate watermelon shaved ice after dinner on a summer night without a warm night breeze, because he felt that he could not live up to the good summer because of those annoying people and things And delicacies that can only be enjoyed in summer.And Lily rarely refused his requests this summer, although some requests were really unreasonable-such as sitting in front of a roaring fireplace and eating ice.

But maybe it's because seeing Harry's un-childlike appearance again worries her, and Lily would like to see him do some childish things, so that he can be happy in this environment some.

So she didn't say anything when Harry got a headache from eating ice cream, but silently warned herself in her heart that she must show some mother's majesty next time: "Go take a bath to warm up, then put on thick pajamas and go to bed early. Hear no baby!"

"I heard you, Mom." Harry drawled, imitating his childhood manner, "I'll be right there."

Then he continued to talk to James about nonsensical things—until James couldn't bear Lily's gaze on him like a knife: "Hey, son, for your father and my happiness, can you listen to your mother and hurry up?" Wash up and go to bed?"

"It's only nine o'clock..." Harry glanced at the clock to indicate that it was still early, but when he looked back, James' eyes could be called sad...

"Okay." Harry yielded, "I'll take a shower and you talk."

James sent Harry into the bathroom with a benevolent look in his "okay" gesture. When Harry came out half an hour later, there was no one in the living room.

"It's really..." Harry brushed his hair and smiled and pushed open the door of his room. He turned on the light casually, and the bright light covered the light of the unicorn ornament, making it look like an ordinary ornament.

Harry thought for a while, then turned off the light.

He sat on the edge of the bed with that special soft light, looked out of the window for a while at the sky where the stars and the moon could not be seen, the street lamp became a hazy halo in the fog...Harry sighed, feeling Means nothing.He rubbed his hair casually, threw the towel on the bedside table, and got under the covers to sleep.

But this time he didn't seem to sleep very well, and the feeling of dizziness and fatigue filled his entire dreamland, so that he couldn't remember what he had dreamed at all.It wouldn't be anything important anyway, Harry said to himself, wanting to sleep more peacefully, but always kept a sliver of clarity between half asleep and half awake, but fell asleep again... he Waking up from the dream when the sky in the distance was just a little faintly white, he felt sore and weak in his limbs, and his eyelids seemed to be as heavy as a few catties...Harry gathered the quilt, wanting to fall asleep, let the chaotic The brain plunges into deeper chaos...

He almost made it!Just when his mind was about to relax into another dream, a strange and strange feeling grabbed his heart—Harry almost opened his eyes suddenly, and without thinking, he lifted the quilt, Get out of bed, step on the slippers and run out in a hurry.

He ran very fast, but a voice kept urging him to run faster, faster...

Because of his anxiety, he unlocked the door a little slower than usual, but thankfully, the door opened anyway—Harry rushed into the cold gray fog in his pajamas, it was still dark outside, and the street lights were still on. They did not die, they guarded that small area dutifully.

Harry ran to the small iron gate and unlocked it, then changed his previous panic, and walked out seemingly calmly——by the door, under the warm yellow light, there was indeed a person standing, with a Nimbus 2001 leaning against the fence Tilt it.

Draco looked at Harry, kissed the ring in his hand, then lifted his collar and tucked it back: "It seems to be quite useful, doesn't it." That kind of smile also had a proud expression on his face that he was very familiar with.

His mist-like eyes were also dyed with tenderness by the warm color of the street lamp, but the words that came out of his mouth still carried the inherent harshness: "What? It's been so long since I've seen you that I'm so excited that I'm about to cry. What's the matter?" Don't say anything, let's talk about you..."

"Well……"

This made Draco speechless, because Harry gave him a very strong, rushing hug and kissed him at the same time. Compared with his tightly bound hands, this The kiss was simply too soft.

Oh, but I have to say that no matter what kind of kiss it is, its soothing effect cannot be underestimated.

Soon it was Draco kissing Harry hard.The tip of his tongue entangled Harry's lips and teeth, hooked Harry's tongue, and finally swept his palate viciously... After their lips parted for a full five seconds, Draco said like a serious man: "Mr. Potter, I think you may have forgotten that it is unwise to stay at the door for too long in today's turbulent times."

Harry glared at him, while the skilled Draco pinched his chin and looked at his flushed cheeks: "Or has love gone to your head?"

"..." Angrily, Harry clenched his fist and beat Draco's lower abdomen, then turned and walked into the small iron gate.Draco shook his head with a smile, turned around and picked up the broom and couldn't help laughing again.He looked left and right in front of the door for a while, making sure there was nothing wrong before walking into the yard.

Harry waited by the iron door, locked the door when Draco came in, and went back into the house with him.It is worth mentioning that when Harry walked halfway along the road, he said something very deceptive: "I just saw that the flowers over there are growing well, and it doesn't seem to be affected by the image of the weather." Draco tilted his head and looked I glanced at the flowerbeds on both sides that were faintly illuminated by street lamps: the shape of the plants in the mist resembled the horror forest in the middle of the night in a fairy tale book.

So he just widened the arc of his smile and didn't speak.

Harry gently closed the door, and glanced in the direction of the master bedroom—it was still early, and the room was silent, only the sound of the second hand of the clock. James and Lily were not bothered.

The two tiptoed into Harry's room.Harry didn't turn on the light, and Draco put the backpack he had taken off on the chair by the light of the unicorn ornament.

"Are you sleepy?" Harry asked, "Go to sleep for a while...do you want to take a shower first, you are so cold."

Draco took off his coat and draped it on the back of the chair, then sat down on Harry's bed, and said lazily, "No, your blanket and your warmth are enough for me." He lay down and turned towards Harry made a hug gesture.

Harry glanced at him, walked to the head of the bed and patted the pillow: "Lie down and sleep well, take off your clothes and pants, and I'll find you pajamas."

Draco looked at Harry's back, watched him open the wardrobe and rummaged through it, even if he didn't say that it was actually in his bag.

After 3 minutes, Draco, who had changed into pajamas, and Harry, who was sleepy again, lay down on the bed.They didn't have bedtime conversations or other activities, didn't even exchange goodnight kisses (although it wasn't that far off in the morning), they just lay in a bed covered with a quilt.Their arms were next to each other, their heads were barely touching each other, but their breaths were intertwined.

The best sleep in the world is nothing but being with the one you love and having a dreamless night.

At this time, or perhaps a little earlier or a little later, many miles away, an innocent skinny fox died painlessly from the Avada Kedavra while killing his woman He showed disdain for its corpse: "It turned out to be just a fox, I thought it was an Auror—Sissy, wait a minute!"

Narcissa did not wait for Bellatrix.To be honest, if it wasn't impossible——then she wished to kill her directly, just like she killed that fox just now.

The two climbed up to the river bank amidst the dispute, looking at the rows of dilapidated brick houses across the alley, countless unowned houses dormant quietly in the darkness, like a dying monster.Narcissa ignored Bellatrix's contemptuous tone and eyes, and her words fell into the dirty river like dust: "He lives here? In this Muggle garbage dump? Our people I've definitely never visited before—"

As Bellatrix spoke, Narcissa slipped through a gap in the rusted railing and onto the gravel path that led to Spider's End.

"Narcissa!" Of course, Bellatrix did not believe Snape, perhaps this was her intuition as Voldemort's most loyal servant and woman, but no one doubted Snape except her, and at the same time she Nor can it hinder a mother who wants to protect her child.

In the end, she could only frown and follow the resolute Narcissa, and followed her to the spider's end alley with tall mill chimneys.

The author has something to say: 1. Very bad at writing about fighting

2. (Personally) I really think that the Ministry of Magic is a main line that must be played, which directly or indirectly leads to many results

3. Why Harry can see thestrals: Said the soul. The 17 years of life have carved traces in his life, and directly or indirectly affected his whole life; he is the Harry Potter of two lives, but he will always be a soul.

4. Harry will make a big decision after the Ministry of Magic.

5. The future is a mess, and some concerns and excesses must be cut short.

6. The sentence in this chapter was originally intended to be——we have walked the road we have walked—but this sentence also has a little meaning...

☆、Cold summer vacationⅣ

Spinner's End - It seems to be an abandoned Muggle gathering area, whether it is these houses or the river, it seems that only animals or people like that fox still live here, but just like the skinny fox However, there are only a few people who still live here—many stories have happened in Spider's End, but it's not just those stories that make this place gradually abandoned.

The windows of countless houses in the long alley were nailed with dilapidated wooden boards, and only one family had a dim light from the cracks in the curtains.

The lit window was also the only light source on the street, and Narcissa was attracted like a moth... She walked quickly to the door, and then knocked on the dark door—for a few seconds Afterwards, the door was opened a crack, and Severus Snape looked at them through the crack, his dark eyes were emotionless, and he seemed to have no interest in the visitors outside the door.But he recognized the two women outside the door, and even thought the completely different expressions on their faces were thought-provoking.

"Narcissa." Snape didn't have a particularly surprised expression on his face, as if he didn't know that they would visit in the middle of the night, and he knew that they would visit in the middle of the night.He opened the door wider, and the light shone on Bellatrix's much darker face. "You have brought a surprising guest," he said calmly. He sighed and said, "Visit late at night, huh? Please come in—don't say anything outside the door."

Although Bellatrix had never understood Snape, and even felt that there was something wrong with him, but the Dark Lord valued him so much—so she simply said hello when she entered the room, and got the same Cold response.

"Do you have animals at home?" Bellatrix asked, wrinkling her nose.

Snape closed the door: "Animals?" His expression seemed inexplicable, "Oh." He nodded, with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and said, "There are some nearby animals that are used to test potions. use."

Bellatrix shook her head in disgust, obviously remembering the previous fox.

"This way please." Snape said, leading them into a small living room.The small living room had the feel of a dark soft-walled cell, a mental institution or a room in a prison with padded walls to keep the inmates from harming themselves...but with lots of books.But if it is used to read books, it seems too dim here.A scuffed and fuzzy oversized armchair sits in the corner of the room, while an aged but sturdy armchair and small table of similar texture sit within the halo of the pendant light.

Snape looked at the sofa and then at the armchair he used to sit in, and finally chose to sit on the sofa. At the same time, he motioned to Narcissa: "Please, sit down and talk." Because there was no third party in the room. There was no place to sit, so Bellatrix stood behind Narcissa all the same, her eyes fixed on Snape like a vicious dog.

"Okay," Snape looked at the silent Narcissa on the opposite side, and finally asked the question first, "you didn't come to see me after all the long journey, did you? I don't have anything like the Malfoy or Lestrange houses here. Good things to entertain you—oh, but there is also a little servant.” He smiled lightly with an expression of thinking of something, and with a finger of his wand, he opened a secret door in the wall of books, and there was a secret door on a narrow staircase. The little man stood on it dumbfounded.

"You must have seen it too, Wormtail, we have guests." Snape said lazily, "Perhaps the two ladies need you to bring some drinks? I think it must be wine made by some elves."

Wormtail obviously didn't think of himself as Snape's "little servant".And Snape smiled as he watched Wormtail flattering Narcissa and Bellatrix, while at the same time squeakingly refuted himself.But... Apparently, a hundred words from Wormtail are not as powerful as Snape's few words: "I think I've made my point clear, Wormtail, get me some drink and go back to your lair , or after you put down your drink, I'll help you ask the Dark Lord for something more challenging than assisting me?—As for now, don't keep the lady waiting too long."

Wormtail visibly languished, and his voice was less forceful: "You're not needed—I mean I'd tell the Dark Lord myself if I wanted to!"

"Okay, go get some drinks, you've already affected the mood of the ladies' conversation." Snape said impatiently, "Oh, yes, if I find out that you didn't go back to your nest but went to Overhear—then you might have to say goodbye to your other hand."

Next, with the drinks in their hands, they questioned, explained, ridiculed... those questions about themselves and others, but in fact one side was trying to prove their own guesses and their own status, while the other side seemed to be telling the truth Grudgingly masking the deeper problems—the room smelled strongly of sex, Bellatrix stared at Snape unblinkingly, eager to see what was wrong with him— But about this, she obviously thought too much.

But soon, when Narcissa started talking about herself, about Draco, the atmosphere in the room became hopeless and mournful... a mother sobbing about the atrocities she was powerless to change, seeking anything she could seek for her child help……

"You know the secret, Sif..." Narcissa said tremblingly, tears streaming down her pale cheeks onto the black cloak, "Only you can help Draco...I can't tell anyone else, But you, the Dark Lord believes in you! If it were you, I would surely do it—”

Snape looked at Narcissa's tear-stained face, seemingly unmoved: "I think you know why I know about this plan - he intends to send me to do it eventually - if Draco succeeds, yes, It doesn't matter if you fail, the Dark Lord didn't order him to kill Dumbledore - but if Draco succeeds, I can continue to hide my identity, so as to gain more beneficial information in the camp of justice."

Narcissa understood what he meant, and she almost collapsed and said, "Yes—but Draco is likely to expose himself, and even if he can really do something, he is likely to be in danger—Black The devil doesn't care if Draco dies!" Narcissa's voice was hoarse, and tears flowed from her painful eyes, "But I do! That's my only child! My..."

Snape looked down, not looking at Narcissa's tears, but he said after a short silence, "But maybe I can... help Draco."

For a moment Narcissa looked at him as if she saw light, and she grabbed Snape's arms like a drowning person, and asked eagerly, "Severus—you, would you help Draco?" ? Are you willing to take care of him and ensure that he is safe and sound?"

"I can try it," Snape said vaguely.

"If you'd be there to protect him...Severus, can you...can you make an unbreakable vow?" Narcissa's voice trembled, and Snape fell silent again until Bellatrix spoke again Sarcasm - Snape didn't look at Bellatrix, his dark eyes fixed on Narcissa's tear-stained blue eyes as she continued to squeeze his hand.

"Of course, Narcissa, I can make an unbreakable vow," Snape said softly, "if that's the only way you can feel at ease."

In the end, Bellatrix, who was astonished, tapped her wand on Snape and Narcissa's clasped hands, and the unbreakable oath was tightly wrapped around their clasped hands, emitting a dazzling red light.

— "Would Severus Snape be willing to watch over Draco Malfoy and help him fulfill the Dark Lord's will?"

"I would," Snape said.

——"Are you willing to do your best to protect him from harm?"

"I would," Snape said.

——"If Draco is about to fail, then...are you willing to help him complete the unfinished business entrusted by the Dark Lord?"

"...I would," Snape said after a moment's hesitation.

After Narcissa and Bellatrix had left, and while Peter Pedirou was still locked in the magically isolated room behind the secret door, Snape walked expressionlessly down the dimly lit corridor, Back in his room - Remus, who was lying on his bed and still had some characteristics of a wolf, was standing in front of the closet getting dressed, and a white shirt had already covered his scarred body.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Remus glanced sideways at the gloomy Snape, and slowly buttoned up his shirt: "You still have Narcissa's tears on your chest..."

Snape sat on the edge of the bed, then half-lyed back against it.

"Oh, by the way," Remus said, "I heard Peter muttering just now, are you calling him again?"

"He didn't know you were here," Snape said indifferently.

"Actually, I should go too," Remus said, but he was sensitive enough to notice that Snape's eyes had softened, "Oh, Severus..." he sighed Saying Snape's name, "I can't leave in daylight with a lot of fanfare, it might put us all in danger."

Snape ignored him, and said coldly as if he was unmoved: "It seems that this is just your nursing home? But I am not the only one in the world who can watch you when you become a wolf out of control -"

"We all have business to do, you know." Remus buttoned up his coat and sat down on the bed again, "And I have to say you should really live somewhere else. Of course I'm not saying this place is bad, in your If you are willing to deal with that river... You also know that my sense of smell is very keen during special periods, and this place obviously makes my nose very uncomfortable." He said rubbing his nose.

Snape watched him, intently waiting for his next words.

And Remus was not ashamed.

"I was looking for some houses before...but many things disrupted my plans, so what I want to say is..." Remus thought for a while, "When these things are over, would you like to look at them with me? Looking at the house?"

"It seems that you have earned a lot of spare money." Snape folded his arms and smiled, although there was still a bit of his usual sarcasm in that smile, but it almost revealed the gentleness he didn't show very much, "Remus Mister Lupine."

"It seems that you are willing to spend the spare money with me." Remus raised his eyebrows and said, "Although I still miss the treatment when I was a professor at Hogwarts, huh?"

Snape obviously understood the hint in his words, which could be seen from the stretched brow and the still raised corner of his mouth.

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☆、Cold summer vacation Ⅴ

Early the next morning, when Draco appeared sleepily in Harry's pajamas (it was a little short on Draco) in the hallway from the room to the bathroom, Lily who had just come out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa When James, who read the "Daily Prophet", saw it, it did not cause any unexpected commotion and surprise.

Lily even asked as if he had lived here all his life: "Is breakfast the same? Is there anything in particular you want to eat?"

"No." Draco said sweetly, "I like everything Lily's mother cooks."

As a result, he got a good morning kiss from Lily under James' stare: "Okay, get up, wash your face, brush your teeth and change your clothes, breakfast will be ready soon."

The breakfast is rich and nutritionally balanced as always.

"Harry said you guys are going out to play?" James asked Draco while spreading blueberry jam on the bread, "What? Are there any specific plans now?"

"Look at Harry." Draco tore the bread, "He said he seemed to be going to Germany."

"Germany..." James pondered for a while, then glanced at Lily, then at Harry, who was still in good spirits, and finally said to Draco, "Harry is really sorry for you. It’s not okay to go out and play.”

"It's just a matter of timing," Draco said, and James received a scornful stare from his own son.

"I don't know who left the child at school for Christmas because they wanted to enjoy the world of two..." Harry quickly picked up a potato, "Fortunately, Draco was with me."

Lily drank her coffee with milk and watched the three big boys eat and talk unforgivingly.

In the morning, Sirius and Regulus came with some things, and gave Harry and Draco their last advice before the trip: "Of course, it's best if you can't be found, but don't worry about any traces when there is danger. According to the rules of Ruth and the Ministry of Magic, no one dares to drive you out of Hogwarts at this time...Of course, if it is voluntary, no one can do anything."

"Huh?" Harry noticed something keenly.

"It's the Weasleys. Arthur has been telling me for the past two days that her wife has fallen into anxiety and hysteria, that she just feels that Hogwarts is no longer safe and doesn't want the children to go back... There have been a lot of rumors recently , everyone is talking about Dumbledore being old and unable to do what he wants..." Sirius sighed helplessly.

Harry sneered: "I have to say that even if Dumbledore is 150 years old, he is definitely clearer and more capable than when they were thirty or forty."

"No blind trust," Sirius commented, and then pulled out a purple booklet from the pile, "Rael, did you slip this thing in?"

"Obviously you," Regulus said. "You're the only one in the family who doesn't have a sense of time and never packs properly... You never know how much work you put on Kreacher."

Sirius was not angry, but showed a meaningful expression to Regulus, "I think the main reason for everything is because there is nothing shady in my room, Rael, huh?"

Regulus smiled even more meaningfully amid Sirius' frivolous ending: "We'll talk about those things later."

Harry glanced at James, who was pretending not to be there, and looked at Draco, who was also confused and felt something was wrong.

Afterwards, Sirius, who was holding the booklet, turned the topic back to Harry: "Let's just say that in England, I feel that what is written in the Ministry of Magic's booklet is not helpful to you, let alone in Germany... oh you guys Did you two see it?"

"What?" Draco said. "That useless piece of paper filled with common sense? I apparently flipped through a couple of pages before realizing it wasn't as meaningful as it looked."

Harry chuckled twice.

"Except for the last mentioned Inferi..." Sirius added maliciously.

"Don't mention that thing." Regulus said slightly reprimanded, and then he took out two beautifully printed papers from his pocket and handed them to Harry, "Air ticket, fly tomorrow morning...everything in the UK has been arranged , Although I think this is a bit rushed, but Sirius said to go early and return early..." Regulus shrugged, and then told Harry: "Be careful, and don't delay there if you have nothing to do."

"Did you use the Portkey?" James asked. "Harry's practiced well."

"If you can't, just change some money to buy a ticket and fly back..." Lily, who was busy in the kitchen, poked her head out and shouted.

"This is a map of Germany, a map of Berlin and a map of Nurmengard..." Regulus handed Harry an old parchment, "There should be no problem, but the map of Nurmengard is decades old If you are not sure about the direction, you can use guiding magic, we will do tricks at the Ministry of Magic, if not, Professor Dumbledore will take care of the aftermath."

Harry nodded and warned, "But it's best not to tell Professor Dumbledore yet..."

So Harry and the parents who lived in Godric's Hollow all year round showed a tacit smile.

"The car is in this little bag." Sirius put an ordinary dragonskin bag among the pile of things on the coffee table, and Regulus took out another bag wrapped in cloth from his inner pocket. Carefully put it into Harry's hands, "Double-sided mirror, we were worried that other contact methods would be too troublesome and unstable, so we came up with this method..." He thought for a while and then added: "But it's okay It’s just that I’m using you for this trip…”

"Okay, okay." Harry said very sensiblely, "I promise to take good care of this mirror."

Sirius scratched his ears, and said with a smile: "Remember to report your safety when you go out."

"Hey," Harry said, "we're leaving tomorrow, why don't we create a parting scene now..."

"That's serious." James changed his sitting position with a serious expression, "Harry," he looked at Harry and asked hesitantly, "how sure are you that you can convince him? From what Lily said They can all feel that things were definitely not that simple back then, they..."

"Eighty percent?" Harry said uncertainly, "I didn't go with the idea that I would be successful, after all, decades have passed for them... But I found out from the collection of books in NO.12 Grimmauld Place When that book..." Harry said this, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Fang