[Deha] World Starlight

Tune, like a mocking rhetorical question.

But the next moment, Neville jumped out from behind the fountain, roaring and casting a Cruciatus Curse.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

He hit it.

The spell knocked Bellatrix to the ground, and she screamed, but stood up quickly. "Never used the Unforgivable Curse, did you, Longbottom?" Bellatrix grinned sharply. "You need to give them evil powers, Longbottom! You need to actually inflict pain—to be able to use Handy - oh well, I have to mention that kid next to you, he really hates me and wants me dead - very good Cruciatus, it hurts like hell - but it hurts Always makes me wake up faster, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be able to escape petrification."

Neville cast a glance at Harry from behind the statue, and Bellatrix's blow knocked the handsome wizard's head off.

"Did I kill someone in your family too? Another kid. Like Longbottom's parents?"

Harry gripped his wand tightly, anger taking the pain out of him.

"You have to learn to be like me, Longbottom. When I tormented your parents, I have never been as soft as you." Bellatrix said arrogantly, "And now maybe your grandma is also dead in my hands." I got it, after all, at such an old age, I'm not sure if the old man can really stand those spells."

Neville rushed out of the statue, and several spells were thrown at Bellatrix, but they were all blocked.A Cruciatus Curse from the opponent broke the centaur's arm holding the bow.

"Longbottom, you can't beat me!" She said loudly, "There's no need to call your little friend out to die, anyway, it's the same to me if I kill him anywhere."

Just as Bellatrix's words intended, the ugly Gryffindor kid who had humiliated her stepped out from behind the statue, exposing herself to her like the self-righteous Longbottom who lived. within the attack range.Although he looked very calm and the movement of raising his wand was smooth and smooth, she still didn't think highly of him.

Until she felt a tingle on her cheek, and when she wiped it indifferently but her hand was covered with blood, the green-eyed boy said disdainfully: "You are nothing more than that."

"Okay, okay—" Bella's bloody hand wiped the robe indifferently, "If you just killed Avada Kedav, then I'm already dead."

Seeing her narrowing her eyes, Harry quickly defended: "Armor protection!" The red curse was bounced back to Bellatrix, but with a wave of her wand, the brilliance of the spell was instantly annihilated.

"I was and am the most loyal servant of the Dark Lord. I learned the Dark Arts from him, and the spells I know have powers that a poor little man like you can never hope to achieve—" Berat Ricks returned to his artificial high-pitched voice, "But I'll give you a chance to live—give me the prophecy ball—roll it to me on the ground—I'll spare you Don't die!"

Harry and Neville had the same dismissive look on their faces.

But after a brief hesitation, Neville said, "Okay." He reached into his pocket and slowly pulled out the prophecy ball that exuded a milky white halo, "I'll give it to you, you tell me my grandma where."

Harry glanced at him without commenting.

"Oh, my dear boy, of course I'll tell you," said Bellatrix, with a soft smile, "and on second thought, I didn't do anything to Mrs. Longbottom, and she'll be all right. "

Neville seemed to smile, and he moved slowly towards the wall.Bellatrix was confrontational, and followed him a few meters away: "Roll over the wall..."

"Don't hesitate, child," Bellatrix said, with a look of great joy on her face - but it stiffened and froze in an instant as she watched Neville raise his hand. , I slammed it hard, and the prophecy ball fell to the corner of the wall, as if it bounced a bit.Is it an illusion?White smoke from the shattered glass steamed up, slowly gathering into the shape of a person.

—is an old man.Some obscure language was coming out of his mouth.

"It's a pity." A happy smile appeared on Neville's face, even though his scar was burning violently, "The prophecy ball that Voldemort wanted was shattered during the scuffle, it was too noisy, and I didn't It’s a pity to know exactly what was said.”

Harry was just as incredulous as Bellatrix, but the only difference was that Harry was relieved in the blink of an eye.

Because Neville became more and more aggressive just like her just now: "Think about what Voldemort will do to you after he knows that the prophecy ball is broken? Maybe his Cruciatus is a reward for you?" Neville was stubbornly using the Flying Curse Spreading his hands in front of Bellatrix, Harry found that although he wanted to look relaxed and indifferent, his expression was distorted from the pain, "It's a pity that I don't have a third prophecy ball on me." It should have fallen into the hat while running, but I found out later, so I put it in my pocket casually, after all, it belongs to someone else, it’s best to put it back.”

Neville kept laughing, and his voice sounded very happy: "There's nothing here! There's nothing to summon! It's broken, and no one heard what it said. Please tell Voldemort, telling him it's a waste of effort." Already!"

"Really, Longbottom?" An angry, cold voice suddenly echoed in the golden hall—Harry's eyes widened—snake-like scarlet eyes swept across him—Voldemort suddenly appeared in the middle of the hall, and he pointed his wand at Neville.

Neville ran a few steps quickly, grabbed Harry and pulled him behind him.

Harry froze.

And Neville stared at Voldemort with round eyes angrily.

"A friendly scene indeed," said Voldemort softly, "but I am not interested in such drama."

"I'm more concerned that you shattered my prophecy ball?" Voldemort stared at Neville with scarlet, hard eyes. "The truth is looking at me from your worthless head. Months of preparation, Months of hard work - my Death Eaters let Longbottom get in my way again?!"

Neville yelled unbearably amidst Bellatrix's irritating cries: "None of your business - I smashed my own prophecy ball!"

"Master—he's here—he's down there—"

Voldemort ignored Bellatrix at all, he was already irritated by Neville's words: "Yeah, your prophecy ball - although I didn't kill you back then, and I didn't hear the prophecy today, it doesn't mean that I I can't kill you today."

"Goodbye, Longbottom. If you're dead it doesn't make any difference whether you listen to that prophecy - Avada Kedavra!"

Neville raised his wand, but before he could cast a spell to resist, a huge golden figure stood in front of him - a line that would have killed Neville (or the eighth Voldemort for that matter). The Fate Curse just brushed across the chest of the golden wizard statue.

"Dumbledore?!"

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☆、Curtain Ⅴ

While the wizard statue pinned Bellatrix to the floor, the goblin and house-elf statues leaped towards the wall-mounted fireplace, and the one-armed centaur sprinted toward Voldemort, the headless The statue pushed Harry and Neville into the corner, away from the fight.

Harry listened to the conversation buried under the bang of the spell, and he heard Dumbledore speaking to Voldemort in the same voice as he had spoken in the Hogwarts Great Hall: "We all know There are many other ways to destroy a man, Tom. I must admit that simply taking your life does not satisfy me."

——These things he did are not just repaid by death.

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" growled Voldemort.

—even if he is afraid of death.

"You are so wrong." Dumbledore's voice was very soft, but there seemed to be something heavy in his words.Neville watched him walk towards Voldemort unsuspectingly, as calmly and casually as if he was going to an appointment with an old friend, but some strange thoughts suddenly popped up in his heart... But those thoughts that were too late to get to the bottom of them were instantly overshadowed by worry, and he Looking almost unblinkingly at Dumbledore, he heard him say, "In fact, your greatest failure is not understanding that there are worse things than death—"

He must have experienced something heavier than death... Neville thought to himself, but in an instant he was drawn to the battle situation again, and he saw a green light shoot out from behind Voldemort's defensive silver shield, throwing the The one-armed centaur shattered it, and then conjured a slender matchlock from Dumbledore's wand to bind Voldemort.

Before Neville had time to exhale, the matchlock swam down from Voldemort in the form of a poisonous snake, hissing viciously at Dumbledore.

Then Voldemort disappeared, the snake reared itself on the floor, ready to fight - and a flame exploded in mid-air above Dumbledore's head, and Voldemort reappeared.He stood on a pedestal in the middle of the pool where five statues had stood until not so long ago.

"Be careful!" Neville yelled.

Then, in the blink of an eye, at the moment he shouted, another green light flew out of Voldemort's wand and shot at Dumbledore, and the poisonous snake also launched an attack at the same time—Phoenix Fawkes Swallowed that Avada Kedavra, turned into a ball of flames, a pile of ashes.With a wave of Dumbledore's wand the snake was thrown high into the air, where it fell to the ground in a puff of smoke.

The water in the pool rose up, enveloping Voldemort like a cocoon made of glass water.

But in the blink of an eye, Voldemort struggled to break free from the water cocoon, and the raised water fell back into the pool with a "splash", and a large amount of water gushed out of the pool, wetting the smooth floor.

"Stay there, Neville!" roared Dumbledore, with a hint of imperceptible panic in his voice.

Harry could feel Neville's body shaking violently, whether it was from his pain or the excitement of another soul inside him.

The hall of the Ministry of Magic, which was so bright a few hours ago, is now in chaos, with dust flying all over the sky and depositing on the floor, mixing with water to form a messy mixture, but at this moment there are no loud noises like a few minutes ago, and It's become very quiet.In this contrasting silence, Bellatrix was sobbing, still under the wizard statue, and the little phoenix Fox was neighing weakly on the ground.

Suddenly, Neville trembled more violently, and his voice had the same inexplicable rhythm as his trembling body.Harry clearly heard him say, "Kill me now, Dumbledore."

Like a well-informed demonstration.

Harry knew what kind of painful state Neville was in right now, he knew, all too well, but there was nothing he could do.He watched Neville's body trembling in front of him, like a person laughing uncontrollably and crazily, and heard a sentence spoken in an extremely vicious tone even though it was Neville's voice.

"If death is nothing, Dumbledore, then kill the boy." He growled, and before he finished speaking, he trembled again, as if something unyielding was struggling in his body——he said While walking towards Dumbledore, but the pace was slow and difficult, he staggered and bumped into the headless sculpture in front of him, but knocked the statue to the ground, and it was full of cracks.

Then, Neville also fell straight to the ground, twitched and then remained motionless.

Dumbledore ran straight up to Neville, and Neville began to tremble slightly again.He glanced up at Harry, but Harry was looking at Neville so intently that he didn't notice how...

Neville groaned, and sat up with his hands on the floor, looking a little dazed... The noisy voice echoed in his head, and slowly approached his ears.He shook his head, seeing a little clearer, and met Dumbledore's concerned eyes as soon as he looked up.

"Are you all right, Neville?"

"It's fine," replied Neville, who was shaking so badly that he couldn't lift his head normally. "It's fine, I—Professor, where is Voldemort?"

Before Dumbledore could give him an answer, the hall was full of people. The wizard who walked out of the blazing fire witnessed the most important scene of this day that was enough to be recorded in the annals of history——a man in a scarlet robe, prickly The man with the ponytail yelled, "I saw him! You-Know-Who! He's Apparating by grabbing a woman!"

"If you go downstairs to the Department of Mysteries, Connelly, you'll see a few escaped Death Eaters in the death chamber, bound with anti-apparition spells, waiting for you to dispose of them." Deng said. Bullido said to the bewildered Fudge, with the usual wise, calm and gentle expression on his face.He walked towards the panicked wizards and wizards, making those who had just entered realize that he was there first.

Fudge was about to say something, but suddenly there was a click in the elevator, and after the door opened, Moody, covered in blood, stepped out from inside - walking straight past Fudge and his fellow Aurors behind him, paying attention to them Ignore it at all.Fudge looked at him, and choked back the almost blurted "Catch Dumbledore" in one fell swoop.

Harry raised his wand silently, removing the disguise from his face.

But Moody didn't go to Dumbledore. After the two of them met their eyes, he walked directly in front of Harry: "I heard Sirius said that the eyes are on your side?"

"Oh yes." Harry nodded quickly, reaching into his pocket.

Moody watched Harry with his remaining normal eye, as if he could see into his heart as well. "Are you okay?" Moody asked, staring at Harry.

"No, not very good." Harry took out the magic eye from his pocket and handed it to Moody, smiling wryly.

"Also," Moody said to Neville, putting his eyes back into their sockets, "we've found Mrs. Longbottom."

Neville's expression tightened, and he asked quickly, "How is my grandma?"

"It's nothing." Moody said seriously. "There are bruises on the forehead, but they are all flesh wounds. It doesn't matter. It seems that she has been tortured, but she is in good condition... She is helping us watch those Death Eaters below. required."

Neville smiled, his frown loosening slightly.

Over there, Fudge finally regained his status as a minister, and planned to show his power by discussing the matter: "Anyway——grab Dumbledore first."

Different from the way he was so excited that he almost lost his composure, Dumbledore was extraordinarily calm and indifferent: "Connelly? Do you want me to win again? No, I think you have already lost enough face. If you have to face countless reporters and cameras, then I won’t consume your few remaining brains.”

Fudge seemed furious, but so what?The fact was right in front of him, and he could only admit it.He called a few of his men to go to the Department of Mysteries, and then turned his head to question Dumbledore, as if he wanted to quickly learn all the news he didn't know, including what happened to the magnificent Magic Brothers fountain statue!Now they are fragments all over the place, and only a few large fragments allow others to identify which statue they should be.

"I'll tell you everything, Connelly." Dumbledore said tolerantly, "but now I have more important things to do." Fudge followed Dumbledore's gaze to the wall: where is it? Leigh supported Neville, who seemed a little weak, and Mad-Eye Moody stood vigilantly behind the two of them diagonally, his magic eyes rolling back and forth.

"Why... what the hell is going on here?" Fudge's brain obviously couldn't work.

"I just said I'd tell you to come together," said Dumbledore, smiling, and he took a few steps, pointing his wand at the head of the golden wizard on the floor, turning it into a portkey, and waiting "Mentor Pick it up after the S" spell effect (head glowing blue and vibrating) subsides, "after these two kids go back to school."

Fudge also wanted to argue with Dumbledore about his illegal use of the Portkey, and he opened his mouth. His anger was very reasonable, but those questioning words were only half-spoken, and Dumbledore's domineering eyes The download came to an abrupt end.It was Dumbledore who ordered a lot of things to him. Although he behaved well, he looked more like the one who gave orders.

Dumbledore turned, looked at Neville, and then at Harry again: "Take this Portkey, you two."

He handed over the statue's head, Neville took it in both hands, and Harry put his hand on it.Dumbledore glanced at the two of them, "We should see you in half an hour," he said, and then focused his gaze on Harry, "Harry, I'd like to have a good talk with you too, can I? "

"Okay." Harry looked at Dumbledore and said, "It happens that I also want to talk to you, but I hope I don't delay you and Neville, after all, there are priorities." Harry smiled, "Also, if Okay, I hope my father and the others will be there when we talk."

"Little Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore stared at Harry for a moment and nodded.

"See you later, Neville, Harry," said Dumbledore as Neville and Harry felt a hook jerk behind his navel - and with a snap, they landed on the The headmaster's office at Hogwarts is on solid ground.

The author has something to say: an issue that everyone has always been concerned about.

[This article is now CP]

Draco - Harry

Sirius - Regulus (Sirius has changed a lot of worlds after his rebirth)

Snape——Lupine (Many stories happened in the college life changed by Sirius, which led to a qualitative change when working together)

Ron—Hermione (although I like Krum's character very much, but company is the longest confession, otter and guardian otter)

Neville - Ginny (after all, Ginny likes the Boy Who Lived very much and gets along with him for a long time)

Dumbledore - Grindelwald (I have passed through life, looking back I still love you)

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Basically like this, think of adding.

☆、Dream station Ⅰ

The fine silverware in Dumbledore's office was puffing and swirling peacefully on slender-legged desks, and portraits of old headmasters and headmasters were dozing in photographs, making little sounds, real or false.Outside the window, a line of elegant gray-green hangs on the horizon, announcing that dawn is coming slowly.

"Hey, Harry," Neville asked Harry after he had stabilized himself, "Are you all right?"

"Well, it's okay," Harry subconsciously glanced at his left arm, and then asked with a smile, "What about you?"

"It's not bad." Neville sighed, "I don't know what happened to Ron and the others... But anyway, the night is finally over."

Harry didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he heard Neville's joyful voice, he just nodded flatly and said, "The Order of the Phoenix will take good care of them, probably soon Back to school." He looked at Neville as he spoke.

Neville seemed to be in good condition, he was looking at this unique office, his eyes were full of relief after the high-pressure state was released.

But Harry was not so lucky, not to mention his heart and thoughts that seemed to be in a ball, but some undesirable complications of the Portkey trip made his arm hurt even more, but Sirius' shirt was already covered in blood. Wet, he didn't know what his wound looked like now.

However, even though the slight pain made him more anxious, but at the same time, he also felt relaxed and relieved, as if the big rock that had been pressing on his heart for so many years was shattered, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this night is still full of unsatisfactory, inescapable history and blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. He still chose to go his own way and lead a few people to risk himself, and even went to find him... However, he should admit that he is happy to see such a result.Anyway, he wanted to be involved...although he essentially wanted it to have nothing to do with them, the Order of the Phoenix captured all the Death Eaters in one fell swoop, Dumbledore faced Voldemort, the truth was revealed to the world....

But he is just a person who just knows something, he can't make decisions for Neville, but at least he can make decisions for himself.Harry could still recall the look on James' face when he saw him in the melee, which was almost horrified and mixed with relief, it was as complex as the expression on Sirius' face.However, Sirius is a tangle of choices, while James worries about his children with a father's mentality on the one hand, and on the other hand still feels with a father's mentality that my son should do such a thing.

Harry smiled slightly at the thought.

I just don't know what kind of reprimand full of worries the father and son will face when James tells Lily all about this matter?

...well, all the rough summer break to be expected... Harry glanced at Neville, who was staring at the portraits on the walls all around him.

Although it didn't occur to Voldemort to actually capture Neville's grandma, and...but luckily no one was hurt.

Harry and Neville stayed quietly in Dumbledore's quiet office like this, until ten minutes later, an old headmaster woke up and called out their names in surprise: "You guys are here so early in the morning. What are you doing here?" he asked, and then guessed the only reason they were here: "Dumbledore sent you here?"

"Good morning, Phineas," said Harry. "The Headmaster asked us to wait here for him."

Phineas Nigellus looked at Harry, and was about to say something when he was interrupted by another portrait in high spirits.

"I hope this means that Dumbledore will be back among us soon," said a fat wizard with a red nose, echoed by another wizard sitting on a throne-like chair. : "You're right, without him, it would be too boring."

"Dumbledore thinks highly of you, I think you know that." The wizard sitting on the throne looked at Neville and said leisurely, "Oh, of course, I also have a lot of respect for you."

"Oh, Neville." The wizard next to him nodded and looked at Harry. "What about this one? I heard him say hello to you, Finny. Do you know this kid?"

"Little Harry, he is the godson of my great-great-great-grandson." Phineas just wanted to talk about the relationship between the noble and oldest Black family and the Potter family, but the emerald green flame that suddenly burst out in the empty fireplace attracted everyone Attention, including him of course—they watched the rapidly spinning figures in the fireplace gradually become clear, and when Dumbledore's tall figure emerged from the flames, all the male and female wizards on the surrounding walls suddenly woke up, Many of them burst into loud cheers.

"Thank you!" Dumbledore said softly.He went to the perch by the door, and from the inside pocket of his robes he took the young, ugly Fawkes again, and laid it gently on the plate of fine ash under the gilded perch.This perch is where the adult fox usually stays.

"Oh, Neville, Harry." Dumbledore turned from the perch, his eyes wandered back and forth between Neville and Harry, and finally showed a little expression that seemed to be smiling, "I think you may Concerned about the news: Neville's grandma, your classmates, members of the Order of the Phoenix - no one will suffer long-term pain from what happened last night."

Dumbledore said and looked at Harry: "James and the others came back with those children, and now Madam Pomfrey is treating them." Then he turned to Neville: "Nymphadora Tonks is in St. Ge Hospital is with your grandma, and it is estimated that she will be discharged tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, mainly because of conservative checkups."

Neville was once again relieved when he heard the words.

Harry nodded and said, "Then I'll go too, Professor."

Dumbledore looked at his arm with irregular bandages and nodded, but then asked Harry when he was about to go out: "Harry, do you want to hear the ins and outs of the matter here?"

"Not the principal." Harry declined, "I think I'd better deal with the wound first, otherwise it would give me another reason to be scolded by my parents."

Dumbledore looked at him and said softly, "Okay, see you later."

Harry nodded, turned the doorknob to open the door, and the moment he went out, Dumbledore said something that made him feel a little inexplicable: "I hope you will meet good luck at the door, Harry. "

Harry, who didn't react, had already closed the door.He looked at the brass door knocker and thought for a second, but he didn't know what Dumbledore meant by this sentence... But forget it, he thought so, the headmaster sometimes likes to say this kind of deep meaning but Inexplicable words, and then went downstairs.

When the stairs spiraled down by themselves, Harry began to guess uncontrollably in his mind, or recall what Dumbledore said to him back then, and now, he will also talk to Neville—maybe In saying that Neville shouldn't think he has to go to the Department of Mysteries, especially since Professor McGonagall is at Hogwarts and he's questioned her, or maybe in terms of the inevitable aging in him The human way of thinking and shortcomings caused him to never have an open and honest talk with Neville... It is said that the mistakes caused by this incident are almost all his fault.

Or, Harry thought, almost all my fault?

If I had figured out how to explain everything, no one would have been caught.

But that might push Voldemort to another corner... said another voice in Harry's mind.If something doesn't happen, then you will never be able to guess what it will become. To change rashly is to take a risk rashly...

But seeking victory in danger...

If fate can be changed casually, how can so many people struggle with misfortune all their lives...

but……

Harry's head was full of all kinds of messy thoughts.At the bottom of the spiral staircase, the wall in front of him was split in two, and the back of the stone monster jumped away from him and flashed to the side, completely showing the figure of a person standing silently in front of his eyes.When he was completely unprepared, he looked into Draco's gray eyes like the unexplored sky with a confused brain, doubts and scars all over his body.

Those light-colored eyes stared at him, as if they wanted to remember his current embarrassment deeply.

"Long time no see." It seemed to be a long time before Draco said, "Looks like you had a great night, Harry."

"Whether it will be exciting or not is yet to be discussed," Harry tactfully planned to change the subject, "It's a long story, I'm going to the school infirmary now, do you want to go together?"

Draco looked at Harry with a half-smile: "Otherwise, what do you think I'm here for?"

"...Oh." Harry stomped on his own foot.He pursed his lips and walked to Draco's side, and then the two walked quietly through the long corridor together. When they went down the stairs, Harry finally couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere, and asked Draco, "How do you know?" I'm in the principal's office?"

Draco went down the stairs step by step with his hands in his pockets, without looking at Harry: "Ten minutes ago Dumbledore's Patronus sent a message to the room telling me you were here."

"That's it." Harry took a peek at Draco's slightly wrinkled clothes, wondering if he woke up from his sleep and hurriedly dressed, or he just stayed up all night with his clothes on, "By the way, Dumbledore said What is a Patronus like?"

"It's a bird." Draco said flatly, "Probably."

The author has something to say: If you are brave enough, you will feel that anything can be achieved.

——The Order of the Phoenix·29·Employment Counseling, George, Fred.

Really love the twins.

Oh, by the way, the last chapter said that most of the CP in the BL, except Gedeng (I beat the principal in front).But I think it doesn't matter in this situation where I can't eat meat.laugh.

Thank you for the three sisters' round dance. Another land mine, okay, but if it can be exchanged for a long (or short) comment, I will dance happily.

☆、Dream station Ⅱ

The two walked to the fourth floor and walked into the school doctor's office.There was a bit of noise in the school infirmary, as if there were many people talking in low voices. When Harry opened the door, he saw Sirius talking to Madam Pomfrey who was packing up the bottles and jars. Both of them had very different expressions. serious.

"Harry!" Sirius looked up when he heard the voice, and immediately showed a worried and happy expression, "Come quickly..." Let Madam Pomfrey look at your wound, but he only spoke half of the sentence, Hearing Harry's name was interrupted by James rushing out of the ward angrily.

"Harry Potter!" James roared Harry's name like a raging fire-breathing dragon, "Did I ever tell you that you went too far today! Ah! It's fine if you don't communicate with your parents when something happens, knowing that you are hurt Don’t take it seriously, it took me so long to come here! Ah!”

Harry lowered his head and said nothing, and Draco stood beside him, looking at Harry with the same eyes as James, clearly showing his side.

"Your mother will definitely scold me." James glared at Sirius who just raised his hand and opened his mouth to say something to ease the atmosphere, "You won't have any more desserts for the whole summer vacation! Anything!" He It seemed that he wanted to talk about other dire consequences, but Remus poked his head out of the ward with a disapproving expression on his face: "James, you are too noisy. There are four mentally unstable people lying in the room." What about the little sick number?"

"If the so-called unstable mental state refers to the inexplicable excitement after the fight, I don't think there is any need to care about them." James snorted coldly, "I think they should be afraid or sleeping."

"Come on dude, actually I just wanted to remind you that it was 'yesterday'!" Sirius spread his hands helplessly, "Also, I've known you for so many years, when have you ever been afraid after getting into trouble? Harry is So much like you—"

James interrupted him: "Lily thinks so too, she now—"

"I say you—" Madam Pomfrey glared at the three of them in a low voice angrily, "if you don't shut up, get out of here! You—" she pointed at Harry, "come with me , let me see the wound on your arm."

Harry looked around at the parents with different expressions, then followed Madam Pomfrey listlessly into the ward.He and Remus looked at each other briefly, and then sat on the hospital bed facing the sympathetic eyes of the four "comrades" comrades in arms, and raised his arms to let Madam Pomfrey remove the fragment of Sirius' shirt.James, Sirius and Remus gathered beside Harry's hospital bed, but none of them looked worried.

Draco stood at the end of the bed looking at Harry's bloody arm.

"It's nothing." Madam Pomfrey said after examining it carefully, "it's just ordinary spell damage, not a curse, not a poisonous spell, and there won't be any problems left after healing... Wait for me, I'll go get some things .”

She hurried out, and the three parents followed her out for unknown reasons.

Draco approached Harry, and brushed the back of his right hand across the side of his face: "There is something on the face