Superman is my primary school classmate

Harry suddenly said this inexplicably, Sean was naturally puzzled, the scene turned cold, and the smile on Harry's face froze.

After coughing twice, Harry turned around, pulled out his magic wand from his cuff and tapped it on his palm, the cabinet standing in front of him began to move slowly, and separated left and right, revealing the compartment hidden behind the stone wall of the cabinet.

Even Ron, who was most familiar with Harry, couldn't bear the surprised look on his face at this time, his jaw opened and closed, as if he knew this place for the first time.

However, Ron never really knew that there was still this place hidden in Harry's office.

After leading the two of them in, Harry explained to Ron apologetically that he didn't tell him because he wasn't mean enough, "This is the first time outsiders have been allowed to enter this place apart from the previous Auror ministers."

In the compartment, the most confidential documents and important cases since the establishment of Auror for so many years are stored. In order not to be easily obtained by outsiders, a forbidden curse has been placed. If a wizard other than the minister breaks through forcibly, he will be enchanted. Backlash.

A tall chandelier hangs on the top of the compartment, and it lights up one by one as everyone walks, illuminating the originally dim interior.

On both sides of the tall wooden iron cabinets, each cabinet door is hung with heavy shackles, and the accumulated dust is fine and dense like thick felt attached to it.

Sean covered his mouth and nose, and the dust falling along the way dazzled his eyes. If the degree of dust falling here is not counted, it can be regarded as an exquisite collection.

European-style chandeliers, resplendent wall stickers, and landscape paintings hanging in three or five steps, under the oil painting-like light, it is like returning to an ancient castle in the old century.

Harry turned around apologetically, "I don't usually go in here often, it hasn't been cleaned for a long time, it's a bit dirty."

It's not a little bit, it's very!

It probably wasn't that long, since it wasn't cleaned once.

The inside is so big that it would be difficult for more than a dozen people to clean it, not to mention that only the Auror Minister who has been in history is eligible to enter.

Avoid appearing here, the news that Minister Auror was buried in dust was published in the "Daily Prophet" the next day, and even the chance of stepping here was deliberately reduced.

After walking for a while, there is a clean corner opened up in front of me, with an iron tripod placed, and the protagonist is—a washbasin?

I don't know what kind of material it is made of, but the smooth walls of the washbasin can reflect people's shadows, and the blue water in the middle is shimmering.

Before Sean could ask him a question, Ron pointed at the thing in front of him in amazement, "The Pensieve? How would Professor McGonagall agree to let you take out the principal's office!"

Ron's eyeballs were about to pop out, "Isn't this stolen?"

Harry nodded.

Hearing the tone of voice, Sean thought that the two of them were going to quarrel again. Unexpectedly, Ron rubbed his hands, rubbed his hands excitedly, and complained, "When did you do it? Why didn't you call me on this kind of thing."

Harry: "..."

Sean looked at him off-line. For such an idiotic question, of course, the fewer people know about this kind of thing, the better. Is it possible to tell the public?

I only heard Harry say:

"Look."

What to look at?

Sean stood beside the two of them, and also leaned over to the Pensieve. In Harry's hand, he held a crystal bottle containing a strange liquid. in the basin.

Ripples began to sway in the basin, and some pictures slowly surfaced on the water.

"it's dark."

There was a voice, it was a girl, trembling as if worried.

who is it?

"Shh, be quiet."

Although there were some changes, Sean still recognized that it was Harry's voice, but it was more immature and younger, and there was still hope and determination in the voice.

Sean was most familiar with the pitch-black scene in front of him, and he once again became a bystander of the incident.

Stepping on the wet and soft dead branches, night vultures groaned in the forest at night, the rustling of branches and leaves mixed with heavy breathing, and the panting sound attracted Sean's attention.

He turned his head, and in front of him were three children younger than himself.

At this moment, Harry was covering their heads with a huge cloak covering his hands, a pair of funny round eyes on the bridge of his nose, and his curly hair limply stuck to the top of their heads.

A man and a woman on the left and right looked to be about the same age as Harry. They should have been at a youthful age, but they could only see exhaustion and distress on their faces.

In the dim vision, the man's red hair is still bright, he is clenching his fists hard, his eyes are shining brightly in the dark night, and he is trying hard to hold his mouth so as not to make a sound.

"Ron Weasley..."

Xiao En murmured, and then realized why he said it suddenly, he quickly covered his mouth, and looked at them in panic.

No one noticed Xiao En's voice. They lowered their heads and carefully watched the road under their feet, avoiding branches and bushes left and right.

Sean's footsteps slowed down, and the gang of three around him gradually separated, until the gauze above his head slipped off, revealing Sean's figure.

The three of them leaned close to each other, moving forward in depth.

"Cuckoo-"

The birdsong at night was accompanied by the sound of flapping wings. Sean came back to his senses and hurried to catch up with the three of Harry.

But the whereabouts of the three were no longer found.

Sean then realized that it was the cloak that made them invisible.

If it weren't for the short distance, Sean might not be able to find them again. Fortunately, Ron twisted his feet and exposed half of his body, which gave Sean another chance to hide in the invisibility cloak.

Accompanied by the three of them, you can hear their conversation clearly only by listening carefully. It is obviously safest to walk under the cover of night, especially tonight when the moonlight is hazy and it is difficult to reach the depths of the woods.

The three of them were respectful and cautious, and communicated with their voices. From their conversation, they got the destination of this trip - Hogsmeade.

Also know the name of another girl - Hermione.

This name is not unfamiliar. It was just heard from Harry and Ron about 10 minutes ago. The owner of the name disappeared for a long time in the wizarding world, and even made people speculate that he had already been killed.

The touch under their feet began to change. They walked from the forest path to the hard stone brick floor, and their steps slowed down and stopped.

They were standing on the street leading to the village ahead, they didn't understand why they didn't come forward, Harry's breath was short of ears, his eyes looked at the things outside the invisibility cloak, choked, something slipped from the corner of his eyes, haha Wipe it off with your cuff.

Hermione asked softly, "Harry, are you all right?"

"It's okay, I thought of Professor Dumbledore..."

But just as he stepped into the village, there was a howl in his ears, and everyone's nerves tensed instantly, and Xiao En was also infected by the horror of the atmosphere.

"There's something wrong here." Ron drew his wand, ready to fight.

Before Ron could finish his sentence, Sean also noticed that with messy footsteps and the slamming of the store door, the originally quiet village was suddenly crowded with more than a dozen people on the street.

They have the same equipment, wearing hoods, holding magic wands high in their hands, hissing and screaming——

"Harry Potter!"

"Death Eaters." The airflow compressed through his throat, making Ron's scolding look extra funny, "It's them disgusting guys again!"

"We've seen you a long time ago, don't hide, come out!"

The Death Eaters were scurrying around in the empty streets, and it seemed that as long as they shouted loudly, the three of Harry could fall into the trap obediently.

With the search method of casting nets everywhere, the Death Eaters almost stepped on Sean's heels several times, and cold sweat broke out from their toes.

At some point, the surrounding street lamps went out one by one, and the whole village was filled with the sound of piercing wind. In the darkness, there were only footsteps and the clamor of Death Eaters.

Harry realized something, and his face changed.

Hermione's teeth chattered and three words popped out from the back of her throat: "Dementor."

Although he didn't understand the meaning behind the name, for some reason there was a coldness in his heart.

The dementors had gathered in the sky above them, clad in huge, battered robes, tattered, like clouds hanging over the sky.

Harry held Hermione's hand tightly, and his eyes responded to Ron vigorously. He would protect his partners from harm, which was Harry's belief all along.

Sean heard the spell coming from Harry's mouth, small but clear in every word - "Call God to guard."

A trace of smoke rose from the tip of the wand, and the dazzling light floated around and condensed into a handsome stag in front of them.

With his head raised and his two front hooves waving in the air, he rushed into the darkness with high spirits.

It is the messenger of light, dispelling the darkness and bringing hope. The dementors erratic in the sky avoided the stag before they touched it, and fled in all directions.

Harry's attack also meant that his whereabouts were exposed. Immediately, Death Eaters came running in the direction of the stag, and the three had no choice but to bury their heads in their escape, staggering to find a place to hide.

The houses along the way were closed, and Harry led in the lead, rushing into the path, desperately hoping to find a way out.

The creaking sound of the wooden door opening and closing, accompanied by a rough male voice rang in their ears. At the end of the street, a door of hope appeared in front of everyone.

"Quick, Potter, come in here!"

At this moment, Harry and his party, who were in a panic, seemed to be holding on to a life-saving straw. Regardless of the owner of the voice, they stumbled forward, fell down and continued to get up until they went upstairs and reached the depths.

It was a familiar place, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Harry leaned against the wall, slipped slowly, and fell to the ground. He could hear the roar of the hotel owner from downstairs, arguing with the Death Eaters, not afraid of the threat of the Death Eaters at all, "Just allow You release the dementors and don't allow us to cast spells?"

"I saw it, don't quibble, it's Harry Potter's stag!" A sharp male voice retorted, "Call Harry Potter out quickly, or you will see me!"

"Hey, that's my patron saint." The hotel owner said disdainfully, "If you have bad eyesight, go to St. Mungo's to see it. Business is not good recently. I can still sponsor the money."

"you!"

Harry shook his head and smiled exhaustedly, standing up with the help of the wall, but saw Ron's face turned pale, his eyes staring blankly at the floor.

"Ha, Harry, Hermione's gone."

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