HP through the autumn

The familiar green light rushed towards Harry. It was obviously just a beam of light and even qualityless, but it seemed to be galloping with thousands of horses.

In Harry's eyes, the spell flying rapidly in front of him turned into a frame of slow playback.It seemed that a few minutes had passed, and he could feel his heart constricting violently to the point where it was almost painful because of the panic, but his heart was peaceful.

If I die, he thought, how will the rest of the Order get out of here, Voldemort will not let them leave alive.

He thought about Lily and James again, that he could finally meet his parents and be reunited with them like they had been 16 years ago, like they had never been apart.

Another face appeared in front of him, this time it was Qiu, he wanted to say sorry to her, he had only promised before leaving that they would get married...and his godfather...he was not afraid of death, he Just afraid of the parting that death brings.

As the green light hit Harry, he and Voldemort fell backwards at the same time.

"Harry!" "Master!"

The Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters had never been so connected, each screaming a name.

Bellatrix rushed towards Voldemort, calling out to him in a terrified and worried tone: "Master...Master..." She half knelt beside Voldemort, but she dared not reach out to touch him.

The other Death Eaters froze in place, hesitating whether to step forward.

Dumbledore leaped from the roof of the church like a light bird, and as he landed, a spell hit the unconscious Voldemort.

Lucius Malfoy moved back indistinctly, trying to leave this graveyard that was destined to be unstable.

"Master!" Bellatrix screamed, almost breaking down.Her faith crumbled before her, and Voldemort lay there, dead without warning.Grief and anger ignited from the bottom of her heart, and Bellatrix pointed her wand at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved his wand as casually as if he were dusting off his robes.Bellatrix flew sideways after being hit, and fell into the gap between the tombstones.

Lestrange ran towards the direction where Harry fell the first time Dumbledore appeared.

"Where's Potter?" he asked loudly to the Carrows. "Dumbledore is coming! Catch him so we can escape!"

The Carlos and Lestrange circled around the place where Harry fell to the ground a few times, but the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were besieging them interrupted them.

Some Death Eaters screamed and tried to escape, and Fenrir Clayberg even grabbed Rookwood beside him and threw them at the members of the Order of the Phoenix rushing towards him.

Like a final feast, the magic spell that exploded like fireworks dotted the night sky tonight.

Sirius and Remus moved anxiously through the crowd.

"Where's Harry?!" Sirius yelled at Remus, "Did you see him?"

"Not yet!" Lupine walked around the two warring wizards, looking around where Harry had fallen.

Qiu sat behind a white marble tombstone, holding her beloved in her arms.Under her palm, his chest rose and fell with regularity, which almost brought tears to her eyes.

Such a moving heartbeat, such a vivid body.

Harry's white shirt was stained with some dust, and his fluffy hair could faintly show traces of careful grooming. He was lying in her arms with his eyes closed, and he seemed to be sleeping very peacefully.

Should he wake up?Looking at the wizards coming and going around, Qiu became anxious.Although his heart was still beating, she couldn't be sure what Voldemort's Death Curse and the piece of soul in his head had done to Harry.

"Harry, Harry, Harry..." she called his name, and Harry didn't move.

If this was a fairy tale, Cho would have thought of waking him up with a loving kiss, but she was so anxious that she pinched Harry's waist hard.

"Hiss—" Harry opened his eyes suddenly, "Qiu, why are you here?"

"Thank goodness! Harry you're alive!" She was greatly relieved, truly relieved.

"What happened?" Harry adjusted the glasses on his face. "My back hurts, and my chest - I remember! Voldemort! His spell hit me!"

He touched his warm chest, where there was a dull pain as if someone had punched him.

"I'm alive?"

"Yes! You're still alive," she said beamingly. "Voldemort is dead. It's over."

She watched Harry's ecstatic, bewildered expression, and finally thought of giving him a sweet kiss, as she should have done long ago.She had never been so patient, breathing on her lips, licking every corner slowly and gently, until Harry pushed her away.

"Honey," Harry gasped, "I want to go on, but I hear someone calling my name."

In fact, Remus and Sirius' calls had been ringing in their ears for quite some time.

"Is that more important than me kissing you?"

"No, no, no, I mean, we should settle the matter before us first." Harry hurriedly explained, and then showed a meaningful smile, "I will satisfy you, sweetheart."

Harry just rolled to Sirius' feet when he was kicked out of the cloak, and the excited godfather held Harry's arm tightly and pulled him up.Harry could clearly see his red eyes and the thin film of tears on his corneas.

"Oh...Harry..." He looked Harry up and down, the temperature of his hands proved that his godson was really alive, "I'm so happy..."

Sirius was so choked up that he could barely speak.

"I'm fine, Sirius," Harry shook his hand and smiled at him, "it's nothing."

"Good to see you are well, Harry." Dumbledore walked over.Harry felt that Dumbledore looked much younger. Although there were no fewer wrinkles on his face, and his silver beard and hair were faintly shining in the night, the relaxed and cheerful expression on his face was obvious. The joy that had been worrying for many years was finally resolved satisfactorily filled his face.

"Headmaster, I..." Harry had a bellyful of questions to ask him, desperate to know why he survived Voldemort's Killing Curse again.

"I'll tell you everything, but not today," said Dumbledore, smiling. "We have too much to attend to today. Ah, Scrimgeour, here you come."

Minister of Magic Scrimgeour was full of doubts and doubts. He looked at the controlled Death Eaters around him: "Did you call me here today to bring these Death Eaters back to the Ministry of Magic? Dumbledore?"

"Not only that," said Dumbledore pleasantly, "I have some news for you. Voldemort is dead."

Scrimgeour's eyes widened when he saw the hideous snake's face next to a group of Death Eaters.His long and narrow eyes were still open, and the blood-red eyeballs stared dully ahead.The few Death Eaters who approached him tried to shrink back, not daring to glance at their great master.

"You will probably be very busy for a while," Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "but first we should tell all wizards the good news."

Life in the Dursley family is orderly every day. Mr. Dursley listens to today's evening news every day before going to bed. He has maintained this habit for nearly 20 years.He thinks it will help him sleep, but also allow him to use the short time before bed to keep abreast of current events.

"According to bird watchers from all over the world, there seem to be a lot of owls out hunting tonight. Although the habit of owls is nocturnal hunting, according to experts' observations, the number of owls tonight is far higher than normal. They can't explain why the owls have such behavior." An anomalous behavior." At this point the newscaster turned the conversation over to his partner, "Now I'm handing over the microphone to Tom, hey, Tom, can you tell the audience what the weather is like tonight my friends? "

"Oh, Ted," said the weatherman, "it's a very dry night without any rain, and you don't have to worry about getting your cars outside dirty. But it's not just the owls that are freaking out today, all over the country, including A lot of people in Yorkshire and Kent have called to say they saw meteors. It's really weird because there aren't any meteors predicted tonight."

"It reminds me of a decade or so ago," said newscaster Ted, "when I had just become the anchor of the nightly news, and there was a day like this, with owls flying around and meteor showers all over the UK. The ones are even weirder, they fly out during the day. Maybe there is a mysterious force that we don't know is manipulating all this, haha."

Mr. Dursley and Mrs. Dursley listened to the news in silence. They looked at each other and understood what the other was trying to say.

"Petunia, have you heard from your nephew?" Vernon asked.

"No." Petunia replied stiffly, "The people over there only told me that he won't come back for the summer vacation."

After a silence, Vernon said: "Maybe you can ask those people, although they are not normal..."

Petunia nodded slightly, and turned off the radio and lights.

The wizarding world has been lively for several weeks, and until Harry's birthday, the "Daily Prophet" is still full of enthusiastic letters from wizards everywhere.Everyone was eager to tell how genuinely happy they were that Voldemort and the Death Eaters were gone.

Ever since Harry was surrounded by several wizards on the street and had to be apparated away by Cho, Harry hardly dared to go out. The news spread that he escaped the death curse again.Although Dumbledore ended Voldemort's life in the end, many wizards still believe that Harry must be responsible for it.Everyone wanted to shake his hand and talk to him, and even just seeing him was something to be proud of.

Harry, Harry Potter, Potter, everyone was saying his name, and Harry felt echoes everywhere when he walked down the street.

In addition, the name of Severus Snape is also widely mentioned.People are very interested in him lurking among the Death Eaters for more than ten years, obtaining a lot of secret information about Voldemort, and even killing the notorious snake Nagini in the end.Sirius was delighted that Snape was being inundated with owls of enthusiastic fan letters, and he relished seeing Snape's jokes. "Have you read your fan letter today?" became his greeting every time he saw Snape, and the two men over thirty often provoked each other in a way that seemed very childish to others.Lupine was always just in time to pull Sirius away before they fought.

By the end of July, the frenzy of enthusiasm still hadn't abated.Harry was getting a little impatient, and the wizarding world seemed ready to celebrate until next year.There are parties in the bar every day until the wee hours of the morning, and the drunk wizards don't come out of the bar until seven o'clock in the morning.Their behavior has seriously affected the lives of Muggles. After waiting for half a month, the Minister of Magic finally published an article in the "Daily Prophet" calling on everyone to abide by the "Secrecy Act", but his remarks were completely ignored by the excited wizards. Neglected.There are still wizards running around in robes in the streets everywhere.

"I really want to hide somewhere," said Harry.

"You're hiding in Grimmauld Place." Ron rested his pillow on his hands, he didn't want to hear Harry complaining about these things at all.If it was a week ago, he might have had the patience to comfort Harry, but now, he just wants to talk to Hermione.

"I've been here too long," Harry said irritably, "hiding here from morning till night, like I've done something wrong."

"You can ask Cho to take you out," said Ron absent-mindedly, "she can legally Apparate."

"But I don't want to be surrounded by a bunch of crazy wizards, shaking hands and taking pictures with them."

"Just let her take you to her house," said Ron. "Her parents won't be back until next month, won't they?"

"That's a good idea." Harry stood up abruptly. "Thank you, buddy."

"You're welcome." Ron straightened up and stretched, now he could go to Hermione.

Harry spent a delightful afternoon at Cho's house, visiting her room and sitting cross-legged on the rug looking at her photo albums.

"You were so cute when you were little," Harry said, pointing to a photo of Cho at the age of five, in which she was wearing a pair of fluffy cat-style boots with tails flicking around like a cat. Like a real cat's tail.

"I'm cute now too." She raised her chin slightly, looking proud and proud, making Harry couldn't help but kiss her chin lightly.

"It's seven o'clock." Harry looked at his watch and said regretfully, "I should go back."

"It's raining outside." She pointed out the window, and the rainwater rushed down the glass in a series of water marks.

Harry looked at her suspiciously. Wizards had so many convenient ways to travel that the weather wouldn't affect them at all.

"It's raining heavily," Qiu leaned closer to Harry's face, breathing lightly on his cheeks, and caressing his waist vaguely with his hands, his voice was still clearly audible amidst the pattering rain, " So, stay."

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There's still a way to go!Reiterated!Finally I’m going back to my daily dog ​​food, the next chapter, beep!

A few days away from adulthood... I miscalculated.

The roles of the male and female protagonists are completely reversed.