In order to make it easier for Hogwarts students to return to school, the Ministry of Magic has specially opened a one-time Floo network connection.
Mrs. Weasley has been poisoned and needs to stay in the hospital.
Today's farewell seemed particularly deserted.
Sirius went to school early, Lupine also left, and only Mr. Weasley and Bill were there.
"Look after yourself, Harry, and you, Ron."
Bill, being the big brother he was, patted both on the shoulder.
Mr. Weasley is sad but still cheerful in front of the children.
"Ginny, I'm sorry..." Harry wanted to apologize to Ginny, not only for the broomstick, but also for his failure to play the role of a savior.
"Mom will be fine." Ginny was a strong person and she had no doubt that her mother would get through this.
In fact, Harry had done enough. If Harry hadn't controlled the broomstick to cut through the weeds, they might not have been able to leave at all.
Walking into the green fire, Harry called Hogwarts.
Taking a final glance at this much deserted house, he was surrounded by flames and disappeared.
"Good evening, Potter." Professor McGonagall put down her quill and stood up.
She watched Harry climb out of the fireplace, leaving a lot of dust on the carpet.
Professor McGonagall was not angry, but looked at him with seriousness and kindness.
"Good evening, Professor." Harry straightened his glasses, which had been repaired by magic.
He smoothed his hair, followed by Ron and Ginny.
Seeing Ginny's beautiful red hair turn into short hair, Professor McGonagall had pity in her eyes.
"Good evening, Weasley."
"Good evening, Professor." The brother and sister responded in unison.
The three of them walked out of Professor McGonagall's office and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.
Because of the Weasley family's affairs, the Weasley brothers and sisters received special attention when they returned to school.
Before it got completely dark, Dean, who had read the newspaper, ran over and asked Ginny, "Are you okay, Ginny?"
"I'm fine." Ginny's short hair style also attracted much attention.
Before he even reached the lounge, many people gathered around him asking about the attack.
This made Ron very irritated. His mother was still lying in the hospital room.
The joy of Christmas leaves only sadness.
"Worthless." Ron came to the Fat Lady and said the password.
The fat lady glanced at him and said, "That's not right."
Ron yelled, "What's wrong?"
"The password has been changed, please don't yell." said the fat lady.
"Harry! Ron! Ginny!"
Hermione ran towards them, pushed through the crowd, and hugged Harry.
She said with a mixture of joy and sadness: "Great, you are all fine."
Ron gestured from the side that he was the injured one, and Ginny was also hugged.
She was wearing a cloak, hat and gloves, and her face was so red from running or the wind.
"I came back two hours ago. Forgive me Harry, I didn't know what happened until now." Hermione said guiltily, "I didn't even communicate with you right away."
She went abroad, but she didn't expect that her little friend was experiencing a narrow escape.
Take three people to the door and say the new password, "Quit drinking."
The Fat Lady burped and feebly revealed the doorway at the back. During the Christmas period, she drank up all the 500-year-old wine in other paintings.
After entering the common room, more people came to ask.
This made Ron uncomfortable, but these students were also concerned in addition to curiosity.
After a few people dismissed their classmates, they sat down on the sofa.
Hermione handed Harry a roll of parchment, the note Dumbledore had given him.
During the Christmas period, Dumbledore stayed in the small office.
There was some talk about Christmas, and then there was talk about the attack.
The three little ones always talked about everything, and it was the same this time.
Harry touched the outline of the gold locket under his sweater.
Ron said: "We almost died there, if we hadn't met Luna."
"Luna's Snorlax," Hermione said in surprise, "I didn't know that little guy could take people away."
"It's already a big guy. It's like a puppy." Ron said while touching the swollen buttocks. "And he also likes to poke people's buttocks."
Even though she was only listening verbally, Hermione couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim.
He was so lucky, whether it was Harry and Sirius temporarily going to the Burrow to celebrate the festival, or the fireworks being set off by Luna, or the dog that rushed out of the sea of fire.
A variable occurred in the middle, and they could not meet at this time.
The Ministry of Magic visited the Weasley family five or six times, tirelessly questioning the murderer to confirm his identity and purpose.
The next morning, the new semester begins.
There was an additional notice on the bulletin board in the common room.
Students who are seventeen years old or older on August 31 can participate in Apparition classes taught by Apparition instructors sent by the Ministry of Magic.
It lasts for twelve weeks in total. Participants need to sign the notice below and pay the tuition fee of twelve galleons.
Harry and others also participated, and they lined up to sign.
In the evening, at ten minutes to eight, Harry straightened his clothes and knocked on the doorkeeper's office.
The door opened and it was Dumbledore.
He didn't seem at all surprised to see Harry.
"Come in, Harry."
He opened his body to the side and invited Harry in.
As Harry walked in, Dumbledore asked kindly: "You should find that thing under the cupboard, right?"
"Yes, Professor." Harry heard this and wanted to take off the things around his neck, but Dumbledore stopped him.
"Take it with you, Harry, we need to go somewhere else."
Harry was stunned, another place?
Immediately, Dumbledore opened the door again, politely walked to the next door and knocked on the door.
On the familiar wooden door, the eye symbol glanced at the two of them.
The door opened.
...
Star Club.
The starry sky is bright and the clouds and mist are changing shapes.
This was the first time Harry walked in, and it was also the first time Dumbledore walked in.
Although the picture is beautiful, their eyes will always look at the people next to the round table.
John.
John raised his eyes, glanced at Harry next to Dumbledore, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You didn't tell me that Harry was coming too."
Dumbledore smiled kindly and said in a relaxed tone: "Harry is the discoverer of this thing. Strictly speaking, he is the owner."
John sneered, glanced at Harry who was still standing there, and said, "Tea? Pumpkin juice?"
"I think the one last time was pretty good," Dumbledore answered for Harry, winking, "It's just good, isn't it?"
"Greedy." John said.
The little golden man struggled to open the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of golden, glowing wine.
It was also the first time for Harry to see this kind of wine. After he sat down, he watched several golden figures cooperate to hand the wine to John.
John snapped his fingers, and an exquisite and expensive goblet appeared in front of Harry.
John opened the wine bottle, and the wine inside was obviously poured into the air, but strangely appeared in the wine glass.
"Thank you," Dumbledore calmly picked up the glass and took a sip, saying with emotion, "It's really delicious."
"Let's get down to business."
John glanced at the dishonest Dumbledore, put a hand on his chin, and said lazily and nonchalantly: "You want to trade with me?"
"And what's the price... Dumbledore?"
This scene seems full of contradictions.
An old man who is over a hundred years old, and a student who is still in school.
It was the students who seemed to be taking the lead.
Dumbledore changed the subject and said with a smile: "I think you can open a bottle of wine for the owner of the cargo. It shows your respect."
John frowned, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"
There was no respect in his words, nor was Dumbledore annoyed.
Acting no different from the usual kind old man outside, Dumbledore smiled gently and said, "Harry is the one who talks business with you."
Harry was confused. When did he say he was coming to discuss business?
He looked up at Dumbledore and saw Dumbledore's eyes full of trust under his half-moon glasses.
"Oh?" John joked, "Okay then, let Harry talk to me, but you have to come up with the chips first."
"Whether it's trading or gambling, we always have to see if the chips are worthy of being put on the table."
Hearing this, Dumbledore motioned to Harry to show the thing.
Harry took out the gold locket from his clothes. The snake-shaped mark on it all revealed the identity of the item.
"I still underestimated fate," John said with emotion, "You discovered this thing."
"Mundungus is going to steal it." Harry shook his head.
"Mundungus," John said with a meaningless word, "Let's start trading."
John's originally lazy posture straightened up, and instantly there was an aggressive aura heading towards Harry's door.
He said meaningfully: "Set your conditions."
"Money? Fame? Status? Props? Potions? Or do you want to experience rejuvenation?"
The latter sentence was said to Dumbledore.
The background of the second king allows him to easily offer conditions that ordinary people cannot get in their lifetime.
Looking at Harry, John exuded the domineering aura of a superior man.
A student as young as himself said this, and Harry couldn't even find a point to refute.
Because he knew clearly that John was not exaggerating.
This locket is like a wishing machine at this moment.
The huge pressure made Harry breathless. Dumbledore whispered: "Harry, just follow your heart."
Dumbledore's voice seemed to have magic, making Harry breathe evenly.
He recalled Mrs. Weasley lying in the hospital bed, not even the therapist could save her.
He makes his own decisions.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
