[Deha] World Starlight

Abrasion..." Then he pinched his chin, "The lips are pale, is it because of blood loss? "

Harry looked at his downcast eyebrows, not knowing what to say.

A faint voice came from the outside room: "What's the main ingredient in this potion jelly? White fresh? Curacao?" "What's in the vial? Blood tonic?" Children take a palliative, whether it's for their excitement or their sleep."

Madam Pomfrey was clearly not used to having others judge her professionalism. "I'd appreciate it if you guys would just shut up," she said through gritted teeth.Harry almost laughed when he heard it in the ward, while Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Luna, who were targeted, laughed unabashedly.

Such a joyful atmosphere made Harry involuntarily infected. He looked at Draco who seemed out of tune with him, and the hand that had been holding the wand for hours suddenly stretched out and held Draco's hand tightly.

"Sorry for worrying you." Harry said to Draco with a slight smile.

"Very well," said Draco, putting his free hand in his pocket, his face impassive, "my tired head from the night finds a little comfort in this statement, but if you can learn from me would be more gratifying."

"I'll do my best." The smile on Harry's face widened.

After his words, Madam Pomfrey walked in with a tray containing several bottles and jars in her hand, and the heels of her shoes knocked against the ground making a clear sound.Draco let go of Harry's hand after a little effort and stood aside.

Madam Pomfrey put the tray on the table, picked up the wet cotton with tweezers, and prepared to wipe the blood on Harry's arm.

"Mind if I come, ma'am." James looked at Madam Pomfrey with an earnest smile on his face.

"Just as you questioned my professionalism," Madam Pomfrey looked at James with a disdainful look, "I don't believe in your technique at all, even though you should have practiced it on yourself since you were young." Gained a lot of experience.”

Sirius laughed and patted James on the shoulder, and Remus couldn't help laughing.

James smiled wryly and made a "please" gesture. Madam Pomfrey raised her eyebrows, carefully cleaned and sterilized the blood around Harry's wound, then picked up a jar, dug out a large piece of green jelly with a small spoon, and painted it on. On Harry's wound, and put on a bandage.

"Okay," she handed Harry a vial, "drink this, blood tonic."

Harry took it obediently, and drank it down.

"Then leave the rest to the worried dad..." Madam Pomfrey handed James a wet towel, "wipe off all the blood on his arm, is there another robe? Take it off him, this It's too dirty."

"It feels okay..." James took a look while wiping Harry's arm, "Don't take it off for now, so as not to get another wound."

Harry nodded, "Oh."

Draco took his hand off Harry's collar button.

After James wiped Harry's blood-stained arm, he took the rust-red wet towel to the bathroom to wash it off. His expression had changed from the original solemn, anxious, angry and worried expression to the usual The ease of taking anything to heart.But when he walked back stepping on the vaguely noisy voice from downstairs and pushed open the door of the school doctor's office, the relaxed expression on his face disappeared in an instant.

"Dumbledore." He looked at the figure with the iconic silver-white hair, tried to suppress the mixed feelings in his heart, and asked as calmly as possible, "What's the matter?"

Dumbledore turned around and said softly, "I'll send Neville over to show Madam Pomfrey."

James glanced at Neville, who was sitting on the hospital bed not far away, and vaguely felt that he was a little...depressed?

"By the way, please—" Dumbledore's gaze moved away from James, across Sirius, Remus, Draco, and finally back to Harry, "Talk to me, between me and Harry." At the joint invitation of Li.”

Harry jumped off the bed and walked straight out with his hands in his pockets. The shape of one sleeve missing wonderfully created a sense of freedom and ease.

Draco followed Harry silently, with a vague premonition.

The three parents looked at each other and walked out.

"Then," said Dumbledore at last, "children, if you feel all right, and Madam Pomfrey agrees with your feelings, then go clean and eat. Breakfast is the beginning of a good day, and after eating Have a good night's sleep after dinner."

"After all, summer vacation is coming." Dumbledore sighed, and closed the door—the originally quiet ward was in a mess, and Ron was the first to ask, "Neville, what happened? Professor Dumbledore and What did you say?"

"Ah..." Neville sighed, looking at the four pairs of curious eyes in front of him, he didn't know where to start.

"Actually, I didn't say anything..." He started like this.

Harry stepped into Dumbledore's office for the second time one morning, but the atmosphere in this circular space filled with five people was solemn and oppressive, although the sun had completely illuminated this small world... Dumbledore leaned on the table Just before he opened his mouth to say something, he heard an angry greeting: "Hey, Sirius! Why are you here?!"

"..."

Before Sirius could answer, Dumbledore stopped Phineas from continuing to talk: "Sorry, Phineas, we may need a quiet environment to talk... Do you understand?"

Portrait Phineas curled his lips: "Okay, okay." He said, "Then let's talk."

Dumbledore ignored him, but looked at Harry, sizing him up.His gaze through those half-moon glasses made Harry feel like he was being dissected, that he knew Dumbledore was waiting for him to speak, and that he wanted to talk, to tell everything...

But he can't.

Harry looked at the people around him, Draco, James, Remus... They all had puzzled and other things in their eyes that he couldn't understand, but they didn't ask him from the moment they walked out of the school infirmary One sentence.

Harry and Sirius looked at each other deeply, and saw him nod slightly towards him.

Harry withdrew his gaze, let out a sigh of relief, and his voice was full of stone-like texture: "Today, everything I said in this room, I hope you will never tell others-we need to make a contract, To ensure that you will not reveal anything even if you read the soul." Harry walked to Dumbledore's desk and picked up a blank parchment, filled the quill with ink, and drew a complex magic circle on the parchment Then he bit his index finger and clicked in the middle of the pattern, "I swear to keep my mouth shut about everything tonight. The swearer: Harry Potter."

Holding the parchment in his hand, he walked past James, Sirius, Remus, Draco, and finally Dumbledore.No one questioned, everyone swore cleanly, whether it was because they believed it or because they had a feeling for what was about to happen... The blood of six people turned the pattern on the parchment bright red, and the ink could no longer be seen traces, and the blood of the six wizards gave this magic circle an eternal binding effect.

"This is a very long story, and the story spans from the end of July 1980 to the beginning of May 7." Harry began calmly, but everyone who was listening to him felt a little unusual, except that he had already Sirius, who understands everything, "But for many reasons, I can't tell you this story."

No one spoke, and no one expressed surprise or asked questions.

Draco looked at Harry's back with deep eyes, as if staring into an abyss.

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☆、Dream station Ⅲ

The bright summer morning light illuminated Dumbledore's table, illuminating a silver inkwell and a bright red quill.When Harry didn't speak, the only sound in the quiet space was the occasional rustling of robes and small voices of throat clearing from the paintings hanging on the four walls.

"Professor, I need your Pensieve." Harry looked directly into Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes, his tone still calm, "All of you here, I can only show you the objective facts."

James looked at Sirius and Remus, and was keen to see that Sirius might know something.

But he didn't ask anything.

Dumbledore turned back, and the Pensieve was placed on his desk. Not long ago, Sybill Trelawney recounted the prophecy that made everything doomed... He thought for a while and said something :"up to you."

"Although I don't know if my decision to confide everything is correct or not." With uncertain sarcasm in Harry's voice, he took out his wand and pressed it to his temple—"I can't say anything to you, because I My language is too weak to express one-tenth of what I want to express. But I want you to know, if you want to, I look at my memory... It's just that my memory is a bit long, I hope you won't get stuck inside."

"Are you often stuck in memories?" Dumbledore asked, with a different emotion in his blue eyes.

"Not often, Professor." Harry shook his head and said, "It's just that sometimes when I wake up from a dream, I don't know what day and night will be, and I'm a little confused, but I always wake up quickly-after all, it's all about watching now. Tangible truth."

A chain of silvery strands of memory was pulled out of his brain by his wand, and then floated in the Pensieve...Harry repeated this movement five or six times before finally stopping: "The most important thing Memories of several time periods and some fragments that you will understand when you read it...the most are from 98 years...because for me, everything should have ended at that time."

Dumbledore silently sank himself into Harry's memory...and Harry, conjuring five comfortable ottomans in the room with a wave of his wand, plopped into the one closest to him.He was bent over, leaning his elbows on the arm of the chair, and buried his face in his hands.

"I'm a little tired." He said with a sigh, his voice was muffled, really full of exhaustion and confusion.

Draco walked up to Harry silently, leaned over and hugged him, as if he couldn't see the dust and half-dried blood on Harry's body at all... He hugged Harry in an awkward posture until Harry straightened up, his arms crossed Armbands around his waist, face pressed against his chest.

"It doesn't matter, you have me no matter what." Draco patted Harry's back, "No matter what, I will be with you."

Harry hugged Draco harder, hearing his words, his heartbeat.His temperature warmed Harry through his robes, and everything about him made Harry feel as if his whole body had entered warm water from the cold winter, making him uncontrollably wanting to submerge his whole body in this warmth.

Sirius had graciously sat down as early as Harry had conjured up the chair, watching the two children warm and reassure each other.James and Remus pulled their chairs and sat on both sides of Sirius without any gap. "Don't ask me, I can't say anything." Sirius put down the words directly.

"We understand that you naturally have your own considerations and unspeakable secrets," Remus said.

James continued: "But we've already seen it a little bit." He looked at Harry's profile, "Actually, we should have seen it a long time ago...Even if it's my child and Lily's, Harry is too good."

"..." Sirius and Remus suddenly didn't know what to pick up.

"However, it is unbelievable that there are wizards and all kinds of wonderful creatures in this world. Isn't it normal for some unbelievable things to happen in this world full of unbelievable things?" James said in a circle. A pass, then tilted his head to look at Harry, and said, "The only thing that bothers me is the bad things that come to my mind."

"Don't think so much, it has nothing to do with you." Sirius said in a deep voice.

"Oh yes," James turned to look into his black eyes, "because I'm dead, right?"

Sirius did not speak.

"And Lily... oh, I should have listened to you, really," James wiped his face, "I can't think about it anymore...I can't imagine how she..."

Sirius patted James on the shoulder without saying a word of denial.

"In the end you too... did you?" James asked Sirius.

Sirius nodded: "Yes, just a few hours ago, Ministry of Magic." He added, "So I am the best proof that this world is only this world."

James chuckled.

"Although I don't know what the world is like, you really worked hard in silence," Remus said.

"It's nothing." Sirius said, "The most uncomfortable thing is not thinking about change, but there are so many things, whether happy or sad... and all kinds of entanglements, only I know, but the things I know Not much, I have to be careful in all the choices I make in this situation, whether to take the risk or swallow it... Later, with Harry, I was a little more relaxed."

"Harry..." James opened his mouth, but didn't ask in the end.

Sirius understood his feelings very well: "The meaning of the past only exists between the two of us, and we understand that the present moment is real." He said, "Harry will always be your baby and Lily, that's all."

"Also, you decide whether to tell Lily about these things." Sirius looked at James and said seriously.

James ruffled his hair and sighed, "Take your time..."

After an unknown amount of time, Dumbledore suddenly got up, his face full of undecided panic.He looked at Harry, as if he hadn't recovered from the incomparably real scene.After facing his death, he saw him sitting in front of her alive, with green eyes like a bottomless well.

"I'm not dead, no one is dead." Harry looked at Dumbledore and said, "or it should be said that no one is dead yet, and I'm trying not to let anyone die in vain." Except for Cedric...

"Why do you..." Dumbledore's voice was hoarse, not knowing whether he should ask this question.

But Harry understood what he wanted to ask.

"It's like you've planned everything, and everything you've planned can't stop something from happening..." Harry smiled slightly, and also sighed, "I can't stop it." He said, "I can't stop...

"Yes, I changed Professor McGonagall's fate. She is at Hogwarts, but Neville still chooses to go to the Ministry of Magic. This is his decision..."

"Yes, that's a scam, a trap that I can't wait for... But how can I be sure it's the same for him... Facts have proved that it's not. Or I think it's his own choice, and he should face it That's right. This world will always have to be borne by him, and his fate is on his head...Or, I'm happy to see this kind of result..." Harry analyzed himself almost frankly, "Whether he wants to go or not, I want to go! I can't be haunted by it forever, I can't stop thinking that Sirius will be killed by me there! Just last night...disappeared from my world forever, just as suddenly as he appeared..."

Sirius sniffed.

"I have to face my fear...change it, no matter the process or the ending...the overlaid truth also proves, I don't care if it's a coincidence or not! ——If James is here, then Sirius will not die."

James and the three of them looked at each other.

"But in the past, he... and my mother only existed when I have no memory, and then in my 17 years of life, I tried desperately to find traces related to them, but only in other people's memory. You can see them alive.”

James covered his reddened eyes with his hands.

Dumbledore didn't speak, in fact he didn't know what he was going to say.And Draco looked at Harry, he could clearly see all of Harry's expressions.He felt his heart throbbing, not knowing what he had wanted to know for so many years, and how absurd and incredibly heavy the truth about what Harry had been hiding from him had turned out to be.He didn't analyze the words and sentences that made him feel panic in his ears at all, but those words just poured into his ears like that, clearly.

He suddenly hated the self who used to ask the bottom line many times, and was really glad that Harry was willing to let him know all this.

Everyone unconsciously lowered their breathing, including dozens of past principals on the wall, and now only Harry's plain words, but every word pierced the hearts of others like needles, remained in the principal's room.

"But... anyway, I killed him... all because of me. I thought about running away, staying away from the Ministry that day, to make sure it didn't happen... but I couldn't get past myself , I know! I can't guarantee that no accidents will happen! But if I go... Since he has decided to take the risk, I can minimize all the dangers, and I... can't pretend to have nothing to do with me."

"And Padfoot too, although I never thought he would not look directly at this matter, but when I saw him, I really..." Harry suppressed a smile, "Especially when James and Remus are by his side, And one of them wanted to scold me and was concerned about the occasion, and one of them saw me and reacted for a second before realizing who the fat face with green eyes should be."

Harry didn't know if everyone thought he wasn't funny, but no one laughed.

"We can't just hide from danger," Sirius said as if speaking to himself, and Harry continued.

"Before today, I often thought that if I hadn't been so self-righteous and cowardly and useless, maybe many things would have turned around." Harry shook his head lightly, "Or, if you didn't hide so much from me back then, I might I will think more before taking that step...Of course, the main reason for everything is because I am too self-righteous."

"You don't have to think about it, Harry." Dumbledore said, his voice sounded like a heavy sigh full of love, "You are still just a child, and you will only be 17 years old in the end, and some mistakes can be tolerated and forgiven , you don't have to force yourself so much..."

"I can't help it..." Harry interrupted him, "I understand everything you said, I know... It took me 17 years to be tempered and grow up like this... The traces of the past are too deep, the gully is It's hard to fill up."

"What's more, no matter who it is, a mistake is a mistake." Harry shook his head and said, "At the beginning, I didn't know if all of this was true, or if it was true, but after waiting When I was more than a year old, everything went back to the original track..." Harry took a deep breath, and then said, "But then I found some changes, such as Rael... and then it became more and more So much change and Sirius, I found some way to tell him something I knew, and he went about doing more."

"Later, when I went back to school, one of the things I wanted most was to find the Ravenclaw diadem in the Room of Requirement... But one night, I found that no matter what I wanted to do, I couldn't open the room full of A room full of clutter. But I didn't give up, I did another experiment... Sure enough, I didn't open the secret room as I expected... Then I fully understood that it was actually my own problem, and I couldn't do it at the wrong time The right things."

Harry laughed at himself: "During that time, my state was not very right, I was very anxious, I had a fight, and I had a cold war for a long time, but I adjusted later..."

Draco stared at Harry tremblingly.

"But I still occasionally..." Harry shook his head and changed his words, "I sometimes after a dream - because I really can't control the dream - think if it's all a dream, I'm dreaming, So happy, what else is there besides dreams?"

"I know I shouldn't think like this, but... what if... I wake up one day and find myself lying on the floor of any classroom in the ruined Hogwarts that has not yet been repaired, scarred but not dead... ...It's a good thing that I didn't die, but you're all gone...I'm the only one left in the whole world..."

"Whether it's the past, the present or the future...they are too heavy together, but I can't unload them."

"Maybe I really have carried it for too long... and I take myself too much as a hero."

"I think..." Harry was so confused at the end that he didn't know what he wanted to express or what he was saying, his eyes were sour, his eyelashes were wet, and his voice was trembling, "But, thanks to Merlin, there is a door behind the curtain, the king of dreams The Station of the Cross is another door, thanks to the time reversal, I'm back here..."

James jumped up from his chair and pulled Harry into his arms.His embrace was warm and strong.James has embraced this life that is connected to him countless times, but his mood has never been the same as today... He is talking in Harry's ear, just like many years ago, he hugged him and walked past Godry Every room in No. [-] of Ke Valley, walked through the garden in the bright sunshine to know the potions that Lily planted, walked through the lawn and the Quidditch field in the backyard, and told him everything worth mentioning when he was in school, There are also fairy tales and anecdotes from the Muggle and wizarding worlds.

He said, "Don't cry, Dad is here."

Harry didn't cry, he just closed his eyes tiredly for a moment.

Then he raised his hand and gently patted James on the back twice comfortingly.

☆、Dream station Ⅳ

On a beautiful Saturday, the Gryffindors who had nothing to do were reading the urgently revised "Daily Prophet" in the school infirmary. Fudge's embarrassed and tired face on the headlines will always remain in the history of the wizarding world. His political career has come to an inevitable and unsatisfactory end.

"...Meanwhile, the Boy Who Lived—" Hermione's voice broke off from reading the newspaper, and her tone changed to aggrieved: "Look, Neville, I just said they'd drag you into it anyway."

Neville smiled good-naturedly, obviously not taking these remarks to heart, but not Ron: "He's the 'Boy Who Lived' again now, isn't he?" He said sullenly, "Not It's the demagogue, the show-off, huh?"

Neville didn't answer, but glanced out the window - the sky was clear and the sun was just right, Luna was sitting on the windowsill dangling her legs and watching "The Quibbler".He felt that there was no difference between this morning and the usual morning, but each of them understood that their state of mind was different, and the world was about to encounter a huge crisis that might turn the world upside down.

The sky was reflected in Neville's eyes. He seemed to be staring at the sky in a daze, but in fact he was looking at the sky and thinking about the prophecy he heard not long ago (yes, the prophecy ball that directly and indirectly caused everything last night that prophecy) and what Dumbledore told him.

He also talked to Ron and the others, such as the side where Dumbledore and his grandma met many years ago, the things they decided, and so on.But for many reasons, he didn't say the prophecy, and he didn't say what Dumbledore guessed about that prophecy to him...

"It may not refer to you at all..."

"It may not be me...but that person is definitely me..."

Neville subconsciously stroked the scar on his forehead, echoing in his heart the most important words Dumbledore said: "Voldemort himself marked him as his rival."

Then he breathed a fearless sigh, and at the same time, four floors up, Dumbledore sighed, "What are you going to do after that? Any plans?"

"No," Harry said, "not to mention the future, I feel that I didn't plan anything at all... There are some general plans, but every time there will be unexpected situations." He smiled, as if realizing something, "Most of the things in my life I just go by feeling and almost always get help - for example from you as a professor, you are very good at planning everything."

But Dumbledore didn't delve into the meaning of Harry's words. His expression was sad and restrained, but it seemed that there was sadness in the lines at the corners of his eyes.Harry looked at his clear blue eyes like the sky, saw him open his mouth slightly, and read his name: "Harry..." Dumbledore's silver beard trembled, "You have eaten so much Suffering, I don’t want to make you suffer anymore.” Harry’s short memories made him feel all kinds of emotions in a short period of time—positive, negative, and many things flooded into his brain... He didn’t dare Think deeply, at least not at the moment, when it takes a lot of effort to listen and analyze.He can't think about whether the child in front of him has experienced all kinds of torture that ordinary people can't bear, and has been alone for many years... He has made all kinds of efforts, and he has shouldered the burden that he shouldn't have...

"It's not exactly suffering..." Harry didn't care much about all the pain in Dumbledore's mouth. He thought for a while and said, "Even if it was, I think it's the dark and hard ten years and the years that followed. … gave me this opportunity to come here and have it all.”

"I am grateful for the pain, because it is the pain that made me." Harry said, "Although it may not be appropriate to say this, other things such as friendship also account for a large proportion of my life."

The atmosphere froze and there was a long silence. James sat on the soft chair that Harry conjured up, looking at Harry's thin shoulders, straight neck and the same black hair as him, Sirius and Remus Silently, he hugged his stiff shoulders vigorously.

"Since you think so, then I can only follow your idea." Dumbledore crossed his fingers on the table, his eyes became calm again, "Then, it's not too early, let's talk about this first .”

Harry nodded, hearing a long sigh of relief from several people behind him.

"I hope to keep in touch with you during the holidays not too long ago. And I have to say thank you, Harry." Dumbledore said softly, "Thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me dispel the fog of the future."

Harry laughed twice, and said, "I have solved all the questions you have been entangled in, except for two, one is me, and the other is the world."

Dumbledore smiled, agreeing with Harry's statement.

"Then, one last question, Harry." Dumbledore kept smiling and his eyes softened as he spoke, "May I know your intention to find a job after graduation?"

"Of course, Professor," Harry stood up, bending slightly, "I intend to serve at Hogwarts, Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Oh, no problem," said Dumbledore, smiling. "Good choice. If I'm still Headmaster by the time you graduate, I'll hire you."

Harry slightly understood something.

"Thank you, Professor."

In the end, they filed out of the headmaster's office. Harry declined and directly blocked Dumbledore's move to send them down, saying directly, "Professor, I think you need some alone time to think about it."

Dumbledore finally nodded kindly, and then watched the door gently close in front of his eyes. With a "click", the quiet headmaster's office was like a pot of potion suddenly boiling, and every portrait burst into high decibels They tried to overwhelm the voices of others to convey their questions to Dumbledore, but the results were obviously... well, not what they wanted.

Under the high-decibel chaotic noise, Dumbledore put earplugs around him to listen without changing his expression.

Harry was standing behind Sirius as he descended the stairs, and behind him was Draco.James strode forward for many reasons, Remus looked at his back helplessly, then looked back at Sirius to communicate, but found that Sirius looked preoccupied .

"..." Remus thought about all the clues in those words he had heard before, and sighed. He wanted to let the two of them settle down for a while, so he didn't do anything.

But the second he wanted to do it but didn't do it, Harry punched Sirius on the back, and the young Qingyue's voice was full of vigor: "Hey, don't be downcast, buddy, don't want to think about what happened yesterday, just be alone The fact that the mask has always been in Regulus' hands should be enough for you to be happy."

Sirius tilted his head and looked at Harry for a long time, then rubbed Harry's head and let out a barking laugh.James looked back at Harry's bright green eyes, and smiled unconsciously.

"Actually, there's nothing to be happy about..." said Sirius. "The two-way mirror... Hey, it's been a while since I've used it, so let's not mention it."

In fact, Harry was the one who didn't want to bring up the double-sided mirror... and the ghost who went to the doctor in a hurry.

They walked along the long, quiet corridor to the stairs, and circled down. They met no one along the way, and it seemed that everyone had already gone out.They came out of the quiet castle and onto the sunny grounds at this unembarrassing hour, attracting some attention, but no one cared.

After they had walked some distance, James turned to look at Hogwarts Castle.His hair was flying against the wind, and his slightly squinted eyes were no different from those of many years ago, just like the castle in front of him has not changed much since then.

They looked at the castle, Harry watched the look of nostalgia on the three of their brows, watched them turn their eyes from the castle to the black lake (when James saw two students and a giant squid swimming in the lake Raising an eyebrow, and smiling at Sirius, Remus looked at them with eyes that recalled the funny days).They looked at the Quidditch pitch again... James narrowed his eyes and looked at the groups of students floating above the pitch, hissing inexplicably.

"It's far worse than I was then." He said conceitedly, then shook his head and laughed at himself.

Sirius stretched his back a lot. He seemed to still have the wanton childishness of a teenager. The sunlight cast shadows on his handsome face, deepening the tall and straight outline.But when he tilted his head and asked Remus with familiarity and teasing in his voice: "What? Moonface, why don't you come to Hogwarts to see an old friend you haven't seen for a long time?" The boy he was at Hogwarts connects with him now.Although he has been changed a lot by the years, those things on the soul will never change.

"No." Remus's lips, which were softer than the lines of his face, curled up, and his voice was like the wind blowing across the water from the valley in June, "summer vacation will soon be here."

"Oh——" James and Sirius dragged out the sound together, but Remus remained the same, "I mean I'm going to be busy for a while when the summer vacation starts." He joked back with a smile, "You all want to what."

After he asked, no one answered, but the three of them laughed together.Harry watched, dazzled by the bright sunlight.He wiped the corners of his eyes, opened them again and met Draco's staring eyes - Harry smiled at him as dazzling as the sun.

"Okay, son." James walked over to give Harry a hug, and then patted him on the shoulder, "Go back and take a shower and sleep, and don't forget to eat more. The three of us will go to Hagrid's place for a walk Then go away."

"The Ministry of Magic is probably in a mess." Sirius pulled out a wry smile, and said in a blink of an eye, "Otherwise, I'll just ask for a leave of absence."

"No way,