[Deha] World Starlight

In half the time, he cast two armor spells and an obstacle spell perfectly, the magic power was abundant and the barrier was thick.According to this reasoning, it can indeed be excellent. said Hermione Granger.

"Fortunately, he protected Professor McGonagall." Neville Longbottom was terrified.

The hero in other people's mouths is now tremblingly raising reasons under the eerie low pressure of the family: "You, didn't you agree at the time?" His voice is like a cat who knows that he has caused trouble. Ke grabbed his wrist with a dark face and pulled him back to the room. He had been listless since the beginning, and he didn't even sit on the bed carelessly when he returned to the room.

"I just said 'go ahead,'" Draco said, "and, even if I had to say yes to the situation, wouldn't I be able to settle the score later?"

Harry confessed to Draco's scoundrel: "...of course."

Draco's complexion was still not good, he glared at Harry and then turned his eyes away, as if he was trying to endure something, and Harry began to analyze with him the disgraceful actions of Umbridge that night For: "You said she really..."

"To shut up!"

Harry widened his eyes, looked at Draco, and quickly understood that the other party's eyes were definitely red with anger by virtue of his biological reaction under crisis: "..." He didn't know what to say.

"Do you think you are very powerful? Hearing Gryffindor's evaluation of you? No, probably not yet, so do I need to tell you how they screamed and lamented that you are such a hero?" Draco hugged irritably With a handful of hair, the exposed smooth forehead was covered by scattered hair.His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, he looked like a drunkard who hadn't slept for several nights, "Your righteousness, you jumped down to save the dean..."

Harry couldn't help but said, "That's my professor after all..."

"Did I make you start to refute?" Draco yelled at Harry unreasonably, and Harry looked at his crazy look, took a deep breath and endured the desire to justify, and thought about it if it was He stood on the observatory and saw Draco jumping down without any preparation and no hesitation... Although it was to save people... He probably felt powerless but also furious.

I don't know whether to be angry at the other party's carelessness or at my own incompetence.

Harry was silent.

And Draco was as irritable as a caged caged animal, wanting to smash something with its claws, but the remaining rationality kept blocking his thoughts, so he could only roar meaninglessly Two voices: "Do you want to die from such a high place!?"

He didn't seem to care about what Harry said, or whether he could get an answer from Harry; and Harry, he didn't want to explain meaninglessly "I'm a wizard." Something will happen."He owed Draco a lot of explanations, but definitely not explanations for this kind of thing.

Harry took two steps towards Draco and hugged him without saying anything.He wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, put his head on Draco's neck, and rubbed.

He still didn't say anything, but his actions were full of guilt, flattery and dependence. Draco froze for a moment, then touched Harry's heart—"Your heart is beating very fast."

Perhaps what he meant was ironic: Seeing your fearless expression, I didn't expect you to be afraid.It could also be reassuring: take a deep breath, no matter how bad things happened just now, they are over.But it doesn't matter anymore, no matter whether his next words are ironic or comforting, he didn't say it.

Harry raised his head and kissed Draco on the lips, then his green eyes were full of hints mixed with sincerity, and he said sincerely: "With you, how can my heartbeat slow down."

Draco paused, then smiled: "Tell me." He said, "What is the original intention."

Although this was very different from Harry's expected result, seeing that Draco had made him start to "refute", Harry was silently relieved: "Can't understand Umbridge's behavior? Almost That's it."

"If you don't like her, you can find other people who also don't like her but are more famous than you to stop her. Why did you break the glass and jump from the eighth floor?"

"Did you help me restore the glass?" Harry asked, suddenly remembering.Draco glared at him and said coldly, "Answer the question."

It should be repaired by the looks of it, Harry thought. "You have also seen the situation at that time, the four stun spells, but, if this is really cast, no matter where it is cast... Besides, Professor McGonagall is really not young anymore, I can't just watch her being blacked out. Mrich bully but do nothing."

"So you played a hero from the eighth floor to the ground, and Umbridge and his gang haven't seen who disturbed them to bully others. The reputation of the hero has been established in the mouths of all the candidates under the stars, Harry you ..." Draco said with a sneering smile, "That's a beautiful job."

Angry again?Harry quickly changed the subject: "I really didn't see it? But when I came back, Professor McGonagall was always behind me... So I didn't turn on any lights when I went downstairs, so I really didn't see it." arrive."

"More than that," Draco's mouth curled up slightly, "Even if she really felt something was wrong and asked, no one would say anything... the people in the special team would not say anything, as long as they are not stupid, You'll see how easily this can become a secret."

"Professor McGonagall resisted the stun spells himself, and then went back to sleep after seeing Hagrid escape safely."

"Perhaps Umbridge will be eager to ask her something," said Harry.

Draco said in a very nonchalant manner: "But she stood in a completely passive position. People from several colleges saw her furtive atrocities. Professor McGonagall did nothing except being attacked and resisted. What else can she ask?"

"Ask what?" Harry smiled. "No matter what you ask, you can't escape the question she cares most about—did Hagrid go to Dumbledore after he escaped? Where is Dumbledore?"

Draco still looked at Harry with a cold face, and every strand of hair interpreted his attitude-this matter was endless.

Harry twitched his lips.

The author has something to say: There is always someone who deserves all your cherish and love, and will give you all his cherish and love

—It’s a little sweet, isn’t it?

Eight treasures.

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Thank you Ms. Mian Xiaoxi for the mine.

I don’t know if it’s a problem with the computer, I can’t open some places in the backend... There is no problem on the phone, so it should be a problem with the computer?

I can’t say that I copied the wrong position just now and found out that it was only 2+ before I realized something was wrong. Although the relationship in the previous paragraph was just right hahahaha but I am obsessive-compulsive disorder hahahaha

☆、Blood boiling Ⅴ

At two o'clock in the afternoon the next day, it was time for the last History of Magic exam, Harry walked into the auditorium with a strong mint in his mouth, and sat down in front of the upside-down exam paper.For this exam, Draco sat three seats diagonally in front of him.

Harry stared at Draco's back until Professor Marchbane turned the huge hourglass upside down and announced the start of the exam.Before she could finish her last words, Draco shot Harry a glance over his shoulder, and Harry raised his eyebrows and smiled back at him.

Draco looked reluctant to smile at Harry too (out of politeness?), if the slight curve of his mouth could even be called a smile.

Harry kept filling in the answers.Among all the subject exams, History of Magic may be the least stressful one for him, and even the editor of "History of Magic" can't be better than him to answer the questions himself.He thought so narcissistically, as if he drank Felicia, and quickly finished answering the fourth question.

Time passed by grain by grain, and Harry kept writing the answers quickly without raising his head, as if he had never been troubled by these questions, and never stopped writing during the exam to think about where he fell. what.

Harry wrote the last letter of the standard answer to the last question and put a period on it.He checked his paper to see that his name was written and all the blank spaces were filled with black ink. After he felt that there was nothing wrong with it, he directly buckled the paper and raised his hand as a signal. He nodded slightly and left the auditorium.

The entire auditorium was noisy for a while because of his leaving action, and it was quiet again after he closed the door completely.Harry sat on the window sill facing the door, watching the quiet and warm summer scenery outside the window, and moved his sore right hand.His eyes were distracted, all the scenery seemed to be in his eyes, but not in his eyes, the sun shone on him, and slowly it seemed that even the black robe became warm.

Harry leaned against the window, the cool glass made him feel very comfortable, his whole body was sunburned lazily... He stayed like this, his whole body was in a state of wandering between dazed and thinking (I know what I'm thinking but I don't have a clue), but my pupils shrank slightly after a "squeak".

"Hey, Harry," said the man who had also turned in the paper early.

It's Hermione.

Harry turned his head, and before he had time to say anything, he heard a commotion in the auditorium, as if something had hit the ground, and the legs of the table rubbed against the ground making a harsh and unpleasant sound.Someone screamed; someone yelled... He and Hermione, who looked confused, looked at each other, and then stared at the door of the auditorium together—Professor Tofty helped Neville, who couldn't help struggling, into the corridor, and now was looking at him very worriedly while Neville was emphasizing vaguely that he didn't need to go to the school hospital.

"Professor, we are his classmates," Harry got down from the window sill, walked up to Professor Tofty and said politely, "I think we can take him to the school infirmary to lie down for a while."

Hermione nodded aside.

"The pressure of the exam!" the old wizard sighed, and patted Neville on the shoulder, "By the way, have you answered all your papers yet?"

"Yes," said Neville, with an unfinished panic on his face, "I've done it—as done as I can."

"Very well, let your friend take you to lie down for a while." After Professor Tofty finished speaking, he returned to the auditorium to continue invigilating the exam, and Harry helped Hermione take Neville to the second floor, but under his strong request, he did not Continuing directly upstairs to the school hospital, instead went to Professor McGonagall's office.

Hermione didn't say anything about it. Perhaps in her opinion, Professor McGonagall could have a good talk with Neville even if he couldn't cure the disease. His state was a little bit wrong.

Harry said goodbye to both of them at the office door.When he returned to the entrance of the auditorium, the exam just ended and people filed out, so he leaned against the window and waited for Draco.Blaise has been studying the plan of not getting drunk and not going back tonight since he left the gate of the auditorium, saying that he would like to comfort him for his review life of getting up early and going to bed late, and Harry kindly didn't remind him of the seventh grade. Before NEWTs is even more terrible review hell.

For now, at least for now, the people around him are still celebrating their release from the sea of ​​misery with joy.Harry sat on the sofa and looked at the happy people in the room, wondering what Neville saw, who he saw, what Professor McGonagall would change, and what he would say to him.

Neville and Hermione sat on two chairs opposite Professor McGonagall's large desk (Professor McGonagall conjured them up after seeing them), and Hermione looked at Neville, wondering what he was going to say.After they entered the door, Professor McGonagall stopped the pile of things on the reviewing table that were not quite like papers.

"That's right, Professor." Neville said his words carefully but directly, "I wonder if my grandma is at home."

His sudden words for no reason seemed to surprise Professor McGonagall, but soon she understood something: "You have been practicing with Professor Snape, right?"

"Yes, Professor." Neville said quickly, "so I need to find out if what I'm seeing is real or just a nightmare caused by nonsensical pressure."

Professor McGonagall gave Neville a deep look and nodded.She got up and went to the fire, said a spell with a tap of her wand, sprinkled a handful of floo powder into it, and stepped into the fire.

Neville and Hermione sat in their chairs blankly. It was unknown whether it was 5 or 15 minutes later that Professor McGonagall returned to his office.

"Sorry Neville, your uncle said that your grandma was invited away by Ita Sirrug, probably in the morning." Professor McGonagall's expression was serious, "But Sirrug said she left after lunch."

"..." Neville opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"What do you want to say?" Professor McGonagall looked at Neville with concern and worry in his eyes.

"Hmm..." Neville said vaguely, he was considering whether to tell the truth...Professor McGonagall should have been told, shouldn't he?At least she could think of a way, whether it was to notify the Order of the Phoenix or Dumbledore.But..."I don't know..." Neville said, "I was just suddenly worried. I fell asleep during the exam and it seemed like I had a nightmare, but now I'm not sure if it was a nightmare, I don't remember what I dreamed about."

He didn't know why he was lying.Huge worries filled his chest, and he even had the illusion that he was about to explode!

Why do you say that?Neville asked himself, did something really happen to Granny?His head is like a ball of paste, what happens after he says that?what to do

"Don't worry, Neville." Professor McGonagall said, "Your grandma, to be honest, I haven't met anyone as good as her in all these years of teaching. She may just go to the market, square or other places to hang out. You know, she has that hobby."

"Yes." Neville nodded. "Please, Professor, I should write a letter to my family."

"You should take a good rest too, Neville." Professor McGonagall said with concern, "You children should, the exams put too much pressure on you."

"Okay... goodbye, Professor."

They left Professor McGonagall's office and went downstairs, and happened to meet Ron on the stairs, and the other party seemed to be looking for them: "Hey, I asked Professor Tofty where you were," Ron said panting , "He told me that you have gone to the school infirmary, but I asked Dr. Pomfrey and she said that you have not been there."

"I went to ask Professor McGonagall some questions," said Neville. "I have something to tell you."

Professor McGonagall dipped the quill pen into the ink, calmed down and was about to write something, but frowned again.She opened the drawer and took out a piece of letter paper, thinking about how to write this letter so that it would pass Umbridge's inspection as soon as possible and be delivered to Dumbledore.

Or through some other channels?

Neville led Ron and Hermione along the corridor on the second floor and finally found an empty classroom. He let Ron and Hermione in first, then went in and closed the door.He leaned against the door, facing his best friend, and said with a pale face.

"Voldemort has captured my grandma."

"What?" Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and then both looked at Neville, as if they didn't quite understand what he meant.

"To be honest, I really don't know whether it is a nightmare or reality, although it feels very real in the dream." Neville rubbed his fingers anxiously, "I have never had a dream, but since the exam week I have I have always had some weird dreams, although most of them are related to exams, but there are also a small number of them like this - dreaming of the room that I have dreamed about several times, maybe there is a sign on the door. Maybe it is Listen to someone in the dream, I know it's a room in the Department of Mysteries, full of shelves, and the shelves are full of glass balls-"

"But—how did Voldemort catch..." Hermione bit her pale lip.

"I don't know how I caught it," Neville said, "but you also heard Professor McGonagall say that my grandma didn't come back when she went out in the morning-although what Professor McGonagall said was not unreasonable, but how Maybe it's such a coincidence! Everything came together?"

Hermione wanted to say something, but found she had nothing to say.

"They're at the end of the ninety-seventh shelf!" said Neville. "I've got to find a way to—"

where to gohow to get to?Both Hermione and Ron wanted to ask, and Hermione wanted to say something, but in the end she just said weakly: "Neville, did you ever think he was - luring you there? He had no idea What does he want to do, and why does he keep making you dream of that place?"

"Maybe he wants something out there," said Ron thoughtfully. "Remember what we said about Sirius in Grimmauld Place? A weapon? Or something? He must want it anyway." get something."

"That's right." Hermione nodded vigorously, "This is obviously a trap, waiting for you to go."

"Then I'll find a way to go too," Neville said firmly. "If everything is true, my grandma really—"

He didn't go on, but said: "I have to go."

"Okay, okay, calm down." Hermione quickly comforted him, "We have to find a way anyway, okay? It's five o'clock in the afternoon, and the Ministry of Magic is still off work (she silently asked a question, but Neville and Ron ignored it)? Let's assume Voldemort really caught your grandma, we have to wait until they get off work, or we will be found out..."

Neville nodded reluctantly.

"To be honest, I really couldn't think of it." Hermione said, "I just finished the exam and thought I could relax, but I didn't expect to be non-stop doing something that has no evidence to prove whether it really happened. Not where it really happened—"

"Hermione!" Ron called to her, frowning.

But Hermione is still saying: "But what I can't believe is that I am a little bit excited, just a little bit!" She emphasized, "First blindly believe in Neville's dream caused by lack of exercise, and then for yourself Excited to participate in this adventure of punishing rape and eradicating evil!"

Neville smiled, even though it looked forced.

"I think we might need some help? What do you think?" Hermione said excitedly, "I don't think we can go alone and three of us—this needs to be considered, and we need to go anyway—by the way, and Neville , I must say that you do, uh, like saving people a little too much sometimes."

"What?" Neville asked, puzzled.

Hermione quickly explained: "Of course I'm not targeting this matter, but summed up the previous years... Don't you think..."

"Voldemort knows you, Neville! He took Ginny down to the Chamber of Secrets just to lure you there, and this time too, he made the right bet, knowing full well that you would go."

"Then you should also know clearly that if your conjectures are all correct, then he can do anything to lure me—so I must go."

"Haven't I already said it? But—"

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☆、Curtain Ⅰ

Harry didn't know who their new quarrel had drawn, or what exactly they had discussed before they set off - he drank a cup of bitter coffee in the lounge while everyone else was negotiating a revelry drink order. sober up.

"Dinner is about to start, maybe we should eat less there and go to the kitchen to get something to eat when we come back to celebrate."

"Believe me, even if everyone has to celebrate separately, no one will eat less at dinner! After all, we have all suffered for almost a month, and I have lost a full four pounds!" Pansy said, "I have decided I'm going to eat two chicken legs." She looked very determined.

This dinner was extremely rich for the fifth and seventh graders. Although the things on the long table were not much different from the usual ones, they could finally taste the food—the only difference was the atmosphere.The fifth and seventh graders, who were finally liberated from the exams, changed their usual silence. They collided with people around them into silver cups filled with pumpkin juice, biting beef or chicken drumsticks, talking loudly on the papers that had already been answered. Who made a hilarious mistake on a particular question or practice test.

Everyone else was listening attentively—every long table was like this, so Neville, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Luna, who seemed to be preoccupied, seemed a little different.Oh no, maybe Luna shouldn't be counted, after all, she has always had that listless look that is sometimes dazed and sometimes inexplicably focused.

Harry glanced at them, and first understood that Neville should have learned some information about his dreams through Professor McGonagall, and did not provoke Umbridge; and they should have an immature, a little difficult to implement The plan - go to the rescue?Why?who is it?How to do it?

But soon, Harry learned the truth of most of the things he was wondering about from the person involved.After dinner, when they had already returned to the Slytherin dungeon to prepare for the celebration, the first thing Goyle and Caraboo, who had brought a meal from the kitchen, opened the stone door was to run over to Harry Smiling and shouting: "Hey, Harry, some Gryffindors want to see you, just outside the door."

"Hey, you guys are holding it!" Draco looked at the crumbling chocolate pudding in Goyle's arms and turned sideways, while Harry nodded slightly suspiciously, got up and walked out the door.

Neville, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna stood opposite the stone door. As soon as Harry stepped out of the door, he met five pairs of eyes reflecting the green light of the wall lamp at the door. "...good evening," Harry said, "what can I do for you?"

"Good evening." Hermione spoke very quickly, "I do have an important matter that I would like to ask you to help with... Is that so, are you familiar with the Ministry of Magic?"

Harry asked back, "Ministry of Magic?"

"Oh yes, that's right," said Ron. "If we want to go to the Ministry at this time, is there any way...I mean which way?"

"I know, but you..." Neville interrupted Harry in the middle of his words, "I want to ask you to come with us to save my grandma..." Neville briefly explained the dream during the exam, to Mike I asked Professor Ge for verification, everyone discussed with Harry, and said, "I need a very powerful helper, and I need you to help me, Harry."

"I guess I get it," Harry said, but his heart sank.He suddenly had an ominous premonition, and now he can only hope that it is not true, "You want to go to the Ministry of Magic to save people, I can help you." Harry's tone seemed to regard this matter as an adjustment after the exam, A completely harmless thing.

But he knows best what a dangerous adventure this is.

"Want to go to the Ministry of Magic," said Harry. "You need to go to the kitchen and get some raw meat first, preferably more."

Luna glanced at Harry and smiled, "It's a good idea."

"Ah? What?" Ron asked, and Hermione rolled her eyes helplessly: "But the Forbidden Forest is very dangerous, in there..."

"Relax." Harry knew what she was worrying about, "As long as the smell of blood is strong enough, we don't need to go too far."

"Also, be careful not to be discovered by others," Harry added.

"Oh, it doesn't matter." Ginny said, "We did some investigation just now, and Umbridge seems to be very busy, so he shouldn't be able to get away in a short time."

Harry nodded: "See you at the school gate later, okay? I'll go in and talk."

Neville nodded, and the few of them turned around and walked upstairs along the lights. Hermione glanced back at Harry, but the light was dim. It's not that I can see his smile clearly.

Harry sighed and said the password, and the stone door opened into another space with laughter and laughter. Harry saw Draco sitting on the sofa looking at him intently.

Draco looked at Harry's silence, narrowed his eyes, and hooked his hand.

Harry walked to Draco's side through the frolicking crowd, but instead of sitting down, he took his hand and found a hiding place to talk.

"Who is looking for you." Draco stared at Harry with gray eyes, and answered the question himself before Harry could speak, "Gryffindors? What are they looking for you for?"

"I'm begging you for something." Draco said, "You also agreed, otherwise you would have pretended it was nothing, or told me as a joke, instead of the present state of thinking about how to speak."

"I'm going to..." Harry briefly repeated Neville's words, "You know...maybe..." He was vague, but he knew Draco would understand every word he said. A word and every word not spoken.

"Do you want me to wait here for you to come back?" Draco asked indifferently, the background sound was the slightly noisy laughter of other people.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, his eyes frank: "but I insist on my attitude on this matter."

"Then whose position are you standing on?" Draco sneered, "Order of the Phoenix? Did you ever think that James Sirius Remus would agree? If something really happened to you... you think Have you been?" You let them, what do you want me to do?

"I'll be fine." Harry took Draco's hand over his heart, "I swear, I... may not be able to explain it to you now, but I promise I will tell you everything."

"Don't worry, okay?" Harry didn't know his tone was close to pleading.

"You are so selfish." Draco's gray eyes were clouded, and his words pierced Harry's heart like a knife, "You are determined to put them in danger, but you don't allow me to worry..."

"No..." Harry's voice was thin, "I'm..." Harry wanted to say something, but he knew every word he wanted to say, every thought Draco knew, he knew himself What are you worrying about, but you can't ignore something.

But, he didn't know any more...Harry didn't even know how to explain to Draco why he cared, worried, feared the Ministry so much... and it all had to end this night.

Draco looked into Harry's eyes, gray eyes that seemed to hold something deep and dark, the colors as complex and struggling as Harry's green eyes.

"Go." Draco patted Harry's chest, and the ring felt extremely clear at that moment.Then he put his hands in his pockets, and said in a cold voice, "You can do whatever you want. I don't care whether it's staying up late, violating school rules, or being friendly and helping each other."

Harry looked at him.

"I'm waiting for your safe return."

"And your explanation."

When Harry arrived at the gate of the castle, Neville and the other five had just arrived. They were carrying a large bag made of special material that was not soaked in blood.

"Let's go." Harry said, trying to calm down his complex emotions, "We need to get to the Forbidden Forest as soon as possible... By the way," he looked at Neville, "You said your scar hurts, so what is it now? Feel?"

"It doesn't hurt very much," Neville felt carefully, "but I still don't feel very good, I hope we can get back soon...I'm worried..."

The six of them crossed the lawn past Hagrid's hut into the Forbidden Forest in the last light of day, and the light suddenly dimmed.They didn't go very far inside, but they weren't very close either, and Hermione was visibly relieved when Harry stopped everyone.Neville and Ron opened the pockets together, and the strong smell of blood suddenly wafted into the air.

"Wait a minute." Luna said, "It shouldn't take long."

It really didn't take long.The strong smell of blood quickly attracted thestrals, two at first, their heads protruding from between the trees, blinking their big white eyes.Harry took a piece of meat out of his pocket on the floor and walked towards them.They shook their heads, their long black manes flung back, and their eyes looked eager.

When Harry fed the meat to the two Thestrals, at least four or five Thestrals came to them through the woods, attracted by the smell of blood, and Harry waved to them.He and Luna ate the Thestrals that had been given the meat, and then helped Ron, Hermione, and Ginny get on the Thestrals.

"London, Ministry of Magic, the Guest's Entrance." Harry patted the Thestrals on the big head, "I think you know how to take me there." Then he said to the others, "Hold on to the mane and legs." At the same time place your own knees under the thestral's wing joints.

The thestrals spread their wings, crouched, and shot like arrows into the sky, carrying them through treetops and over castles.Their wide wings waved powerfully, driving the icy air current and gust of wind, leading several little knights to fly across the Hogwarts grounds and over Hogsmeade.

As the day began to fade, they flew from village to village.

"That's amazing!" Ron shouted from somewhere behind.It made Harry wonder once again what it would be like to gallop so high in the air without being able to see his mount.

They flew from dusk to dusk, tonight was also a clear night, the stars in the sky echoed the lights of Muggle towns on the ground, and the dotted lights looked like another starry sky before their eyes.

Thestrals still raced resolutely across the black night sky, almost never flapping their wings as they flew forward.They were extremely fast, even indescribably fast, and Harry felt that using them to pull the carriage was really wronging them.

Harry hugged the Thestral's bony body tightly, pressing his cheek against the Thestral's smooth, silky mane.The cold wind made his face stiff and numb, his mouth seemed to be frozen, and his body was numb due to the high tension.But while the rumbling air was rushing by his ears, his consciousness was also very cold and sober - he watched the light on the ground far away from them gradually expand, and the buildings illuminated by the street lights gradually became clearly visible.

Soon, the Thestrals landed lightly on the dark ground like a shadow.Harry slid off its back and glanced around the street: the garbage truck, whose original color could not be seen under the dim orange streetlights, was still parked not far from the dilapidated telephone box.

Just like he remembered.

The author has something to say: time gives you the most gentle kiss, and heals the pain between trauma, loneliness and wrinkles.

to: Sirius; Snape; Lupine; Dumbledore.

The four characters I respect, love and love most in "Harry Potter".

☆、Curtain II

It was still the dilapidated telephone booth in his memory, but he was the only one who knew the secret of this telephone booth—Harry led everyone and the horse to the dilapidated telephone booth quickly, opened the door, entered the telephone booth first, and then Urging others: "Come on!"

Although everyone hesitated (of course because this phone booth was no different from other phone booths in the streets and alleys of Muggle cities), they all squeezed into the small phone booth quickly.Harry glanced back at the Thestrals, made sure they were taking good care of themselves, and dialed 62442 on the dial.

When the dial was quickly turned back to its original position, a woman's indifferent voice came into the phone booth: "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please tell me your name and what you are here to do."

"Harry Potter..." Harry said after naming all of them, "we're here to save people."

"Thank you, please pick up your badge."

After a bit of tinkling, Harry passed the others' badges to them, and stuffed the one with his name and the rescue mission into his pocket.

After going through the process for another half a minute, the phone booth finally swayed and fell, and everyone took out their wands during the fall and held them tightly in their hands.gold