[Deha] World Starlight

Get up, full of embarrassment of not knowing where to look.

"What's the matter? Hermione." Neville's voice came from behind covered by her body, "Didn't you say you were going to find Professor Dumbledore?" There was a little doubt in his voice.

"Oh——" Hermione looked down at her toes, "I think we should discuss it again, and go to Professor Dumbledore after we have a definite question. After all, they are quite busy, you say yes!" She said and closed the door without giving Neville and Ron a chance to say "yes".

Although Hermione, who was a little frightened, subconsciously controlled her strength, there was still a loud noise when the door closed.

"Heh..." Draco let out a muffled laugh, and the vibrations from the laughter passed to Harry along the close chest.

It was a rhythm that seemed to affect the beating of the heart, and Harry felt that his heartbeat was even more uncontrollable - at this moment, Draco smiled and asked Harry in a slightly hoarse voice: "What are you thinking? "He said, biting Harry's lower lip gently.

Harry also smiled, and he kissed the corner of Draco's lips: "I was thinking about what you were thinking." Harry raised his right hand that was originally wrapped around Draco's waist, and gently stroked Draco's earlobe.

Draco tilted his head and bit Harry's earlobe: "When are we getting married?"

"Graduation..." Harry put down his hand and patted Draco's back twice, and said softly, "It will be soon."

A dull sound of stomping hard on the thick carpet came from the corner, and Regulus walked through the corner frowning, and when he looked up, he saw Harry and Draco sticking together—his brow subconsciously Wrinkled tighter, but then relaxed, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Sirius yawned as he stuck his hand out of his coat cuff.He hadn't had a good rest in the past two days, and now he managed to sleep for a while. Unexpectedly, Regulus called him up shortly after he lay down: "Voldemort is calling Death Eaters, and everyone else."

Because of this, Sirius looked forward to his death even more.

"Hey, Rael." Sirius almost bumped into Regulus, "Why don't you leave, don't you say you are in a hurry?"

The movement of Regulus turning his head seemed to be in slow motion.He looked straight into Sirius' dark eyes, then raised his eyebrows -- this time Sirius frowned.

He didn't understand what Regulus' action meant.

However, almost in the next second, he got an explanation - Sirius tilted his head and saw Harry and Draco not far away.He narrowed his eyes immediately, and changed into a face of an elder.

"Can you go, Draco." Regulus smiled and turned around, "We are in a hurry."

"of course."

Draco lifted Harry's hand and kissed the ring: "Wait until I get back," he said.

"Of course." Harry said too.After he finished speaking, he waved to Sirius and Regulus, "Goodbye, Rael, Padfoot. Stay safe."

"Look at home, Harry." Sirius returned Harry with an indescribable look and a smile.

The author has something to say: Ah... this is an uncomplicated way that everyone should not delve into.

Perhaps I can explain it in terms of Voldemort's indifference (blindness) to Muggles and Muggle transport? (laugh)

In addition, the last summer vacation in my life (or maybe not) is about to dissipate, so I am not happy.

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☆、Darkness Before Dawn Ⅰ

The current situation cannot be explained in a few words.

But, despite this, the Death Eaters understood that no matter how the situation unfolded.It will not be developing in a direction that is beneficial to Voldemort... All the previous preparations collapsed in an instant, and the initiative that was originally in his hands returned to the Ministry of Magic in an instant.

The wizards who have always stood on the side of justice rejoiced. They never gave up when justice was weak, and now they can be said to have received the best reward-the dawn of dawn has penetrated through layers of dark clouds, showing the magnificence of the future Prospects.

But for most Death Eaters, this is the most difficult time - the most difficult year, six months, three months, month, or a few hours.

The huge blasting sound brought by Apparition echoed continuously in front of the gate of Lestrange Manor.It was once prominent here, but now it is dilapidated. After the final owners Rodolphus and Bellatrix were imprisoned in Azkaban, it was sealed up by the Ministry of Magic.Ten years of time have caused this place to lose its former brilliance and cleanliness. Plants grew wantonly all over the front and back of the manor, and creepers covered most of the walls and sealed the windows. People do even a little bit of dust removal here.

Draco followed Regulus who was also wearing a black cloak and walked through the gloomy iron gate. At the same time, many people of different heights, fat and thin but with similar clothes entered the hall. He didn't know where Lucius was, nor did he know where Lucius was. Knowing whether Narcissa was in it, the continuous footsteps made a dull sound on the dusty carpet, but other than that, there was no other sound in this huge space full of people.

Then, the footsteps stopped.

Draco lowered his head and looked at his toes. He felt that his neck was hurting, and his shoulders were hurting too... as if something heavy was pressing on it, and the soreness passed bit by bit with time. And more and more intense.

Then he heard footsteps.Everyone heard the footsteps.

Different from the messy sound before, the footsteps were very light, so light that one could tell that the person must not be heavy. Maybe he is not in good health?Weak perhaps?He was also breathing heavily, the kind of breathing that only a few kinds of people make—sick people or… angry people.

Draco felt that the normal breathing of the people around him stopped for a moment, and then became slow and soft. Under such circumstances, he heard other things in Voldemort's footsteps—it was a A strange rustling noise.

Draco gripped his wand tightly.

Of course, although he had an idea, he also knew that he couldn't do anything here, and the movement of clenching the wand was just a subconscious reaction.He wanted to kill the snake, but he also knew that no matter what happened in the future, at least it was impossible to act here at this moment.

"Long time no see, everyone." Voldemort said sullenly, "This short... a few hours? Or a dozen hours? A lot has really happened—I'm sorry to call you here now, yes Yes, my supporters, I think you already know everything?"

Everyone was silent.

"It's a pity that I was the last to know all this." Voldemort suddenly pulled a terrifying smile on his face, and he said, "From the "Daily Prophet"? In fact, I haven't read this newspaper for a long time... ..." From the tone of his voice, he seemed to be thinking, "It's been a long time, because there are always some rubbish articles on it... But this time, I was waiting for the latest exciting news to be published on it , Announced to the entire wizarding world! But what am I waiting for?" Voldemort recalled the contents of the "Daily Prophet" he had seen before, "The investigation of wizard blood called nonsense? Former Director of Magical Law Enforcement The outcome of Pierce Thicknesse's trial?"

"Everything seems to have changed drastically in just one night." Voldemort raised his head and glanced at the dense crowd, "Yaxley, maybe I should ask you what happened to Thicknesses?" What's going on? Your Imperius Curse doesn't seem to have the expected effect, huh?"

Yaxley suddenly raised his pale and sweaty face, his body was trembling, and he finally said a word after a while: "Master, I...it's not my fault, someone, someone from the Ministry of Magic..."

"Okay, Yaxley." Voldemort's voice was even darker and menacing. "Come forward."

The silent crowd gave way to a path, and the man named Yaxley walked slowly from the crowd to Voldemort. He bent his back and explained in a low voice: "I think there must be someone in the Ministry of Magic who relieved Voldemort. cast his Imperius Curse..."

"That's enough, Yaxley." Voldemort waved his bloodless hand. "I don't want to hear your explanation. It doesn't matter."

Yaxley raised his head in trepidation, and as soon as he showed a surprised expression on his face, he heard Voldemort say indifferently: "It all boils down to your magic being like rubbish, do you understand?"

"So, I think there is no need for such magic and you who cast such magic to continue to exist. I think you should know the rules." Voldemort said as he raised the wand that originally belonged to Lucius Malfoy, lightly Chanted a mantra lightly.

Avada Kedavra.

The green light briefly illuminated the dark space, illuminating everyone's faces strangely, and at the same time took away a fresh life, a gray soul, and then disappeared.

Voldemort's voice sounded again, and the wand was like a sharp dagger between his long and thin fingers, and everyone was afraid that this death would fall on their heads: "Let's talk about something else, Malfoy. "

Draco looked up suddenly.

And Lucius, who was not far away from him, gave him a comforting look, then waved his sleeves, passed through the few people who hadn't reacted yet, and walked in front of Voldemort.He put on a posture that was polite but neither humble nor overbearing.

"Perhaps you can tell me what the hell happened in that damned Ministry of Magic?" Voldemort seemed to be asking him, even though the limp corpse lying at his feet revealed the essence of today's gathering.

"I'm sorry." Lucius nodded slightly, "I don't know anything about what happened in the Ministry of Magic. The Malfoy family lost their right to speak in the Ministry of Magic a long time ago and that night... I was at home."

"Oh, yes, the declining Malfoy family." Voldemort twirled his wand, "I forgot that your wand was in my hand if you didn't tell me, didn't you use Narcissa's hand well? Or did you Think you'll take this wand back from me sooner or later?"

"No..." Lucius spat out a thin syllable, and he quickly thought of an explanation, but Voldemort didn't give him a chance to say it.

"No need to explain, my dear Lucius." Voldemort pointed his wand at him, "Of course I believe in Malfoy's loyalty - Cruciatus!"

Lucius fell to his knees suddenly, and Draco gritted his teeth, gripping his wand in his drooping right hand inside his robes.

"Since our friend Malfoy can't give me a reasonable explanation, then I think Black can." Voldemort's bloodshot red eyes turned to look at Sirius who was obviously taller in the crowd, "Let me think Think—Sirius, haven't you heard any buzz in the Misuse of Muggle Substances and whatnot?" His tone was full of teasing, but the crowd didn't laugh like they usually did.

Sirius raised his head, and was about to say something when he was hit in the chest by a Cruciatus.

He fell to the ground, and in the intense pain, he vaguely felt the black shadows in front of him gradually dissipate, and people scattered to both sides—Voldemort walked over, looking at Regulus standing next to Sirius with a blank expression : "Maybe he has revealed something to you? Regulus, or maybe he has revealed something to people in the Ministry of Magic? Which one do you think it is?"

Regulus looked at Sirius, who was half down on the ground, and then raised his head to face Voldemort, and said, "Of course he told me about those things in the Ministry of Magic. What secrets can a guy with Muggle memory have access to?"

Voldemort looked at him indifferently.

"Let's talk about his status here." Regulus showed a disdainful smile, "A peripheral person who doesn't even have the Dark Mark? If it wasn't because he was Regulus Black's brother, I am afraid that even the people who entered here No qualifications."

"And I can swear that I will never tell him any news that he shouldn't know." Regulus's last words were full of sincerity, as if he wanted to show his loyalty.

Voldemort looked at Regulus's face, as if he wanted to see the real intention of what he said from his face, and after a while he nodded lightly as if remembering something: "Yes, of course I trust you .”

"But someone should give me an answer, shouldn't it?" He raised his wand and lit the huge chandelier above the hall, and the huge space was instantly brightly lit, "Since Yaxley can never speak again, as his friends, you You should speak up for him."

"Who else is here who was sent to the Ministry of Magic that night!"

Although there were not many people sitting at the dinner table, the lunch at NO.12 Grimmauld Place was still rich today.Harry sat silently in his usual seat, listening to the conversation between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the only ones who had "off duty" from the Ministry of Magic, with joyful expressions on their faces that were completely different from those of Neville Ron and the others.

"After this time the important departments of the Ministry of Magic were completely out of Voldemort's control. We basically dug up everyone he put in the Ministry of Magic, and lifted the spell on those who had the Imperius Curse, and now they are all in St. Mungo is watching." Dumbledore squeezed some honey on the plate and said, "The Daily Prophet is ready to publish all the events. To expose the truth that has been hidden before the eyes of the world—— The Ministry of Magic is not whitewashing the peace, but exposing itself to the public with almost all holes, and showing a tough attitude at the same time."

"It feels like things are going to get better soon..." Neville sighed.

"I hope so," said Dumbledore. "Today's papers have shown that such a move will be well received - many have written in to say they are willing to give their full support to the government that protects them, always with the Ministry of Magic."

"In this way," Grindelwald said sharply, "it seems that war is on the verge of breaking out."

Harry looked at him.

Dumbledore looked at the other vacant positions on the long table, and shook his head: "It's not certain yet." He glanced at Harry who raised his cup and took a big sip of coffee.

"But the sooner it starts, the sooner it ends."

The author has something to say: I was going to leave today...the school starts...but I learned about some new arrangements of the school yesterday, so I had some more summer vacation wwww

Try to do something serious!

☆、The Darkness Before Dawn Ⅱ

"Voldemort's attitude is very vague. The Death Eaters have almost disappeared recently. It's hard to say whether they are planning something..."

"According to common sense," James rubbed the center of his brows wearily, worry was written all over his still handsome face, "We usually call this period the 'last darkness', and whether we can see the sun tomorrow depends on whether we can survive over this period."

"He must be planning something big," he said finally.

"The last game of chess." Dumbledore said with a serious expression.

August passed day by day, and the wild grass in the middle of Grimmauld Square withered, became brittle and yellowed in the sun, just like every heart tormented by worry and panic.This was the most peaceful period since Voldemort took over the Death Eaters, as peaceful as the days of real peace a long time ago.

There were no Death Eaters, no disappearances and murders, they disappeared as if they never existed.

Many people could smell the impending storm in this calm, and the moist water vapor had already wet the corners of some wizard's robes.

Grimmauld Square NO.12.Harry stood at the corner of the stairs and looked at the people coming and going downstairs - he heard that many wizards joined the Order of the Phoenix... But after so many days, he didn't see many new faces here...

Harry figured out the reason in an instant, he shook his head, and sighed with a smile: "Dumbledore is always the one who sees the most clearly." He said softly, turned and walked up the stairs.

There are only three days left for school.

The pendulum of the ancient quartz clock keeps passing time day and night. Since August, Harry's brain is like an opened Pandora's box. Godric's Hollow on Christmas Eve, Grandma Bathilda turned into a snake; Frozen forest and Gryffindor sword glowing in the cold lake; Luna's almost destroyed house; Malfoy Manor; Seashells The Cottage; The Half-Blind Dragon in Gringotts; Sirius' Mirror and Ariana's Portrait in the Pig's Head; Hogwarts Cursed and the Room of Requirement Burned by Hellfire; by James, Lily, The Forbidden Forest accompanied by Sirius...

And finally King's Cross Station...

King's Cross Station again.

Some pictures and sounds appeared in front of his eyes and ears uncontrollably. He revisited the path he had traveled back then, but he was more grateful to Merlin.

"Think of something nice, Harry," Harry said to himself, "think you'll never hear any more 'wizard radio newsfeeds' about the deaths of wizards, Muggles, or other goblins, and you won't be It won't kill your friends if you catch them, let alone kill your friends—as long as you fight the last battle." He stepped on the last step as he spoke, the ancient thick carpet absorbing the sound of footsteps, Harry walked through several rooms, faintly listening To the voices of Neville and Hermione talking.

He returned to his room, and the noon sun filled the small room.Harry pulled out the diary that was getting thicker and thicker from under the pillow, the magic power ran through his fingers, and he opened it—this is a diary that has been written for more than ten years, but the writing on it is always the same, just like Harry Freeze in the 17-year-old soul.

Harry put the diary on the window sill, and sat on the window sill and looked out of the window. There were garbage bags from someone's house on the edge of the withered lawn.Although it was a sunny day today, the sky was as gray as if covered with a layer of fog—this fog also shrouded many people's hearts.

The notebook spread out on the window sill is full of dates, one line a day, from that day to today, a series of writing.

Harry hadn't seen Draco in days.

Three days before leaving school, the Order of the Phoenix has yet to get in touch with Sirius and Regulus, let alone the Lucius family.The Death Eaters seem to have become an airtight iron barrel, making the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix powerless.

The nick between James' brows was getting deeper every day, and the Aurors had been like headless chickens lately, but he was more concerned and worried about the safety of those who were still in the Death Eater camp than that.

But luckily things don't go blank.At dinner that day, Remus, who had been away for many days, finally came back, and he brought some news.

"I heard it from the werewolf..." Remus sat down and drank a glass of water before he said, "The Death Eaters seem to have taken action, but the specific action is still unclear."

James clasped his hands together: "Knowing that they are going to act is good news." He said, "Let's make a bold assumption-today is August 8, they are now taking action, and the most likely target is the recent September 29st, the day Hogwarts starts."

Lily put down the plate, and there was some disbelief in her voice: "Voldemort is going to attack the train?"

"This..." James hesitated, seemingly unable to draw a conclusion.

"No." Harry, who had been silent all this time, finally said, "He will not attack the train, but will wait until all the students return to Hogwarts..."

"Harry, are you sure? Is this a guess or... do you know him well?" Ron asked, who was also silent for a long time. Harry looked at him, thinking that he might have helped others ask their questions.

"No...fortunately, I just analyzed Voldemort's possible psychology through some things." Harry smiled, and then continued, "No matter what Riddle is thinking in his heart, the purpose of the Death Eaters over the years They are all 'defending the pure blood', so they will not attack the train, because the casualties caused by that are too uncontrollable... and it is unrealistic to attack the train, should they directly kill the people on the entire train with explosions or other means, or put The train stopped in the wilderness or farmland halfway?"

"But at the same time, we don't know exactly when he wants to act and when he will attack Hogwarts." Harry added finally.

"But this is a very precious opportunity." Dumbledore said, he and Grindelwald walked into the restaurant one after another, "As Harry said just now, the most likely move for Voldemort at present is to attack Hogwarts." Ci, and the motives for this action are clear to all."

Everyone in the restaurant looked at Neville.Neville lowered his head and took a sip of the pumpkin juice in front of him.

Hermione thought for a while and asked, "Professor Dumbledore, do you mean to use Hogwarts as, uh, a battlefield?" Her tone was very doubtful and hesitant, and she was also thinking Some other methods, "Maybe we can choose other ways or in other places? For example, the Ministry of Magic has stronger security..."

"Dear Hermione," said Dumbledore gently, "although I would like to find a better way to solve this last little trouble, you know, among those who don't want to see Hogwarts destroyed, I must be the 'most'. But the right to choose this kind of thing is not in our hands from the beginning to the end." The corner of his mouth pulled a helpless arc, which made Grindelwald beside him chuckle.

Especially with regard to "The Boy Who Lived".Harry suddenly thought.

Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

Dumbledore went on to say: "Neville is the most important trump card in our hands, and it is also the hope of defeating Voldemort and the key to ending everything." He looked at Neville, "If we really want to start the final battle, I still hope at Hogwarts."

"After all, at Hogwarts, those who deserve help will always be helped." He said a classic quote.

"Besides, there is also Headmaster Snape, who I appointed directly 'before I died'. Voldemort, who may not have noticed anything wrong, is still complacent. A pawn he trusts is the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft. Looking forward to his cooperation with them inside and out tonight."

"However, it's a pity that Professor Snape, who is extremely powerful in combat, is on our side."

Neville thought he understood what Dumbledore meant. "Professor." He thought for a moment and said, "Are we going to arm the castle? Arm it into a fortress?"

"Hmm..." Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, and then said with a smile, "Maybe it doesn't need to be armed to make it an impregnable fortress." He winked narrowly at Harry, "because we are still in the enemy's camp." Have some great partners."

Harry smiled, also slightly relieved.He thought that Dumbledore must have known something inside the Death Eaters.

"The Death Eaters' camp only relies on water to form a ball of loose sand." Dumbledore said, "The sun is about to rise, children, the most important thing for you now is to go to school as if nothing happened." He told Neville , Ron and Hermione said, "Don't worry, leave these things to us."

"The students?" Neville asked. "Are all the students going to school? If war is really going to break out at Hogwarts soon, how will their safety be guaranteed?"

"Good question, Neville. That's exactly what I'm trying to explain," said Dumbledore. "At the moment we have two options for this operation, or create the illusion that the students are all going to Hogwarts." , or actually send them to the school and then evacuate."

"Illusions?" Hermione exclaimed, and she said eagerly, "shall we deform hundreds of animals to board the Hogwarts Express or use the Imperius Curse to create illusions directly in the brain? It's not practical at all, we can't It took almost half a day to deform hundreds of animals."

"Yes, yes." Dumbledore said slowly, "The first way is indeed difficult to implement as Hermione said, so we will probably use the second way-you just pretend that you don't know everything, and go with other students Take the train to Hogwarts, and when the time is right I will safely remove underage and students who don't want to fight."

"Battle?" Harry frowned.

"There will be a lot of people who want to fight, Harry." Dumbledore said to Harry reassuringly, "Voldemort and his followers have done many crazy and infuriating things in places you don't know , they hurt wizards, they destroy families, they don't care about anyone's life - this is the battle of the wizarding world, the battle of every righteous wizard."

"We're not alone."

The author has something to say: The extremely uncomfortable Calvin 2333333 is not uninspired but it is not easy to write. I think it may be that I was too presumptuous during this holiday and suffered retribution_(:з」∠)_

In addition, I feel that this is a good place for stew hehehe, but I don’t know how to stew meat. I just laughed and said nothing.

Let's have some spiritual communication√

☆、Darkness Before DawnⅢ

On August 31, the distraught James finally got the news from Sirius through a secret channel - a piece of parchment full of various patterns and lines like waste paper, as well as large ink marks.

"Oh, we messed this up when we were in school." James looked at the parchment, and then handed it to Remus, "The message written on Padfoot is just as we guessed, Voldemort has planned it Attack Hogwarts on the night of September [-]st."

"Assault?" Dumbledore chewed on the word.

"He may want to control Hogwarts, so as to seize a major part of the wizarding world." Grindelwald analyzed, "If he can control all the students in Hogwarts, then he can use them to control all parents."

"Perhaps hand over Neville Longbottom, and he will make his men more gentle." Grindelwald smiled purposefully at Neville.Neville swallowed nervously.

Dumbledore stopped Grindelwald's immoral intimidation.He applauded Grindelwald's analysis very face-saving: "Thank you for your Dark Lord thinking, Gellert, it has helped us a lot."

"There is no need to say thanks between you and me." Grindelwald nodded and smiled.

I have to say that the atmosphere is really strange... Harry looked at Dumbledore, then at Grindelwald, covered his mouth with his hand and smiled quietly for a long time.

"Okay, since the assumption is true, then the series of plans we made based on the assumption can also be established..."

"September [-]st, on the surface everything is business as usual."

"The most important thing is to transfer students safely..."

After a series of discussions, Dumbledore drafted a preliminary action plan. He told them in detail the things that need to be paid attention to by these children. The remaining specific matters may need to be further discussed by members of the Order of the Phoenix. .

In the end, Dumbledore still couldn't help asking Harry what he thought, of course it was mainly about the date of the final battle - in the memory of Harry who had seen it, what impressed him most was the fact that it happened in just a few hours. things.

Fight, sacrifice, give...hope and success.

"Yes, Professor, I used to think that this world was immutable because of many things, but time has proved that nothing is immutable." Harry looked at the flickering street lights outside the window, opened the window and cast a silent spell, "So, although I once thought that maybe the decisive battle should be at that time—but so many things have changed, and the savior has also changed...so there is nothing wrong with letting the dawn come earlier, isn't it?"

Outside the window, bright street lamps illuminate the world under our feet.

"And professor, you're right." Harry looked into Dumbledore's deep blue eyes and said softly, "We're never alone."

That night, Harry was sitting on the window sill idly flipping through his diary. It had been a long time since he had written his feelings or entanglements in it. What he had recorded were some major events worth recording—the most recent was Sirius and the others being summoned back. The start date of the day.

But today the continuous date recorded in his diary is destined to stop abruptly, staying on August 31st.

After the dusty Draco entered the door, he first kissed Harry who hadn't realized what happened, and then took out a change of clothes from the closet and said to him, "I'm going to take a shower first." Then he rushed Entering the bathroom - Harry sighed softly after reacting, closed the diary and put it away, walked slowly to the bathroom door, leaned against the door and talked to Draco.

The warm yellow light in the bathroom makes people feel warm, and the sound of water that interferes with communication sounds pleasant.

Harry crossed his arms and tilted his head. The light penetrated the frosted glass to illuminate half of his face, and the green eyes were rippling with incomparably gentle ripples in the warm light.

"You just said you're going to school and come back to pack your things?" Harry said with a slight doubt, obviously thinking that the reason was not plausible.

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Draco's smile was elongated by the sound of water, "Do you want to come in and wash together? I didn't lock the door——"

Harry raised his hand and knocked on the glass: "What a coincidence," he said, "I also just got out of the shower."

"Really?" Draco quietly walked to the door, opened the door to reveal a stream of steam, "I took a shower by myself? Then I think you may need my help to wipe your back, huh?"

Harry stood up straight and looked at Draco carefully through the crack of the door, at his wet hair curled back, his gray eyes, his mature silhouette... and the silver chain with the ring around his neck, "Maybe It's you who need help wiping your back?" Harry raised his eyebrows, his tone and expression were equally teasing.

"Oh," Draco pretended to think for a while, "I think so, you said..."

At this moment, there was a sound of opening the door.Not far away, Ron scratched his head and looked at Harry, and said hello, "Hi, Harry, do you want to go to the toilet too?"

"No..." Before Harry finished speaking, Ron tilted his head and listened to the voice, "Huh? Someone is taking a shower."

"…" Draco in the bathroom slammed the door shut before Ron could approach.

But Ron, who didn't know that the bathroom door was open, didn't think it was the sound of closing the door, so he said to Harry after a moment of confusion, "Who is in there? He fell?"

Harry finally couldn't help laughing.

"..." Ron didn't know why, but felt that Harry suddenly became a little strange.

Draco in the bathroom darkened when he heard Harry's wanton laughter - but soon, he couldn't help laughing too.

The weather is not bad.

Harry thought as he stood at the door of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.This day was September [-]st, every year when Hogwarts started school, an ordinary-looking black car was already waiting outside the door, and the trunk swallowed the luggage of a group of people with an astonishing belly.

Harry and Draco.

Neville, Ron, Hermione.

Mrs. Weasley came in a hurry with the twins this morning, but she was rushing to send them to the station, and the twins prepared a big bag of things for everyone whose effects were difficult to describe in words, and explained: "The situation may It’s more complicated, and we’re afraid we won’t be able to take care of you.”

"These are all the boutiques in the store." George said vaguely with a piece of toast stuffed into his mouth.

"So we've got a big batch to replenish." Fred drank a glass of pumpkin juice.The two of them seemed in a hurry.

And Mrs. Weasley was urging other people who were going to Hogwarts to hurry up. Ron was already tired of nagging. The nagging was almost non-stop.

"Yes, I've packed everything, Mom!"