The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 325 Postscript ([-])

It’s the annual Hogwarts start date again, platform 9-3/4 of King’s Cross Station in England is bustling again, the platform is full of people, new and old students going to Hogwarts are accompanied by their parents Shuttle among the carriages, in order to find a 'good location' in their minds.

Amidst the noise, the two families, most of whom were red-haired, gathered together as if they had made an appointment and chatted enthusiastically.

To be precise, it was the children of the two families who were talking enthusiastically, but the atmosphere of the adults seemed not so harmonious.

Two men, one with black hair and one with red hair, were talking in a low voice with their brows tightly furrowed, sneaking glances at the two women on the other side from time to time.

Over there is a beautiful red-haired woman with flowing shawl and long hair holding another woman with brown hair combed into a bun. The two are talking in a low voice, or the red-haired woman is persuading brunette woman.

Because the brunette woman seemed to be in a bad mood, she just listened silently with a cold face and didn't say much, only when a pair of children ran to her side would she put on a relaxed expression and whisper to them Exchange a few more words.

With the sound of the whistle of the red steam train, the many little guys who were still at the station reluctantly left their parents, boarded the train step by step, and quickly found a carriage. Lean out for a final wave of family goodbye and embark on their own adventure as the steam train rolls into motion.

"I'm leaving first, there are still many things waiting for me in the Ministry." Seeing that the steam train had already left, the brunette woman said to the red-haired woman who was holding her arm.

"So you will come to the party we agreed on, right?" The red-haired woman didn't let go of her arms, just stared into her eyes and said, "Harry and Ronald have been preparing for a long time..."

"..." The brown-haired woman immediately frowned, and took a deep look at the positions of the two men. Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, there was a sudden sound of glass breaking in the air in front of them. Afterwards, a dark crack surrounded by dots of silver light quickly appeared on the platform.

This weird scene suddenly made the platform that was still a little sad suddenly noisy. People shouted and quickly moved away from the crack, holding their wands in their hands and staring at the crack from afar.

The two women who were closer to the crack were blocked by two men before they could react. The black-haired man was the first to speak out: "What's going on? What is this? Let's move back slowly..."

"I don't know." The red-haired woman replied with a frown as she pulled out her wand.

"Is it in the notification department?" The red-haired man whispered to the brunette woman behind him while slowly backing away.

"Call God to protect you." The calm voice of the brown-haired woman behind her sounded almost simultaneously, and in an instant, a ball of silver smoke emerged from the tip of her staff, flying away like a ray of light.

At this moment, a male voice came out from the crack: "Fox, I always feel that the door opened this time is still a bit wrong..."

Immediately, it was not the owner of the voice that first appeared from the crack, but a fiery red figure, it flapped its wings, soared into the sky, circled above the heads of the crowd and honked endlessly.

"Fox? This is Fox, isn't it?" The black-haired man looked up at the phoenix flying in the sky blankly. Since the death of that respectable old man, he has not seen it for more than 20 years.

"Oh? You found them? You found them so quickly. It's a little strange to be lucky..." Accompanied by a male voice, a figure also stepped out of the crack, attracting everyone's attention.

A head of blond shoulder-length hair was casually tied into a strand hanging over his chest, and a purple open-front wizard robe covered his whole body, but the crisp 'jingle' sound when he walked in proved that there was something in it .The entire robe was not embroidered with patterns of stars and moons like the wizards of this world, but its corners and outlines were carefully embroidered with patterns of silver silk threads, and the inside was a shining ivory white underwear. The clothes, and a gold and red belt around the waist, make the wearer even more luxurious.

Then came the remarkable contrast.

Because in his hand, he was holding a... staff that was taller than a person?
The reason for expressing it in a puzzled tone is because the top of this staff (?) is divided into two like a tree branch... Well, looking at Fox's skillful posture on it, this is a tree branch.

"Well, sir, who are you?" The black-haired man was stunned by the scene in front of him for several seconds before he realized it, and pointed his wand straight at the young man in front of him.

"I always feel like I should be holding something in this hand..." The young man completely ignored the man's words while opening and closing his empty left hand while muttering.

At this time, Fox fell from the branch, stepped on his shoulder, patted his head with his wings in a very humane way, and then stretched out his wings to point to the still unhealed crack behind him.

"Oh! I said that there should be something in this hand..." The young man nodded suddenly, and inserted the branch into the ground. The ordinary branch was as straight as a steel bar. Inserted into the marble floor, cracks appeared in the neat marble instantly.

Then he turned around carelessly, and reached into the crack to search for it, not paying any attention to the wands pointing at him behind his back.

"The Crushing Curse?" the red-haired man lowered his voice.

"I didn't feel the magic power running..." The black-haired man also responded in a low voice, and then said loudly again: "Sir! Who are you! Which country's wizard are you? What are you doing here at platform 9-3/4? "

"Oh, I found it..." The young man's voice sounded almost at the same time, and then his hand was pulled out from the crack, and what appeared with it was a golden long staff with a sun pattern dotted with colored gemstones on the top, Immediately, the crack disappeared quickly, as silently as if it had never appeared before.

At this moment, he could barely turn his eyes on the few people, and after a moment of surprise, a smile appeared on his face: "Has it been so long since this place? You are all so old!"

"Sir, who are you?" The black-haired man was taken aback when he heard the words, and after quickly thinking about it in his mind, he shook his head and said, "I don't know you."

"I'm Wes!" The young man said with a puzzled look on his face, and then pointed the long stick flat, pointing at the black-haired man with the sun decoration on the top without any hesitation: "You are Harry, Harry Potter."

Then he pointed to the red-haired man and said affirmatively, "You are Ron, Ronald Weasley."

He pointed to the red-haired woman behind Harry again, but this time his tone was hesitant: "Are you...Ginny?"

"You are..." Finally pointing at the brunette woman hidden behind Ron's back, after a while, he retracted his staff and looked at her in confusion: "Who?"

"Hermione Jean Granger." The brunette responded subconsciously.

"Hermione Jean Granger..." the young man repeated in a low voice, then sighed deeply, shook his head and said softly, "No, not you."

"What did you say?" Hermione asked loudly, frowning.

"Sir, no matter where you've heard of us, please go back to the Ministry of Magic with me to clarify the situation!" Harry said in a deep voice, and as he lightly bumped Ron with his shoulder, the relationship between the two At the same time, the tip of the staff lit up with light: "Don't be stubborn! Please cooperate!"

"Forget it all." Along with it, there was a crisp 'dang' sound, which was the sound of Weiss's long stick touching the ground. Afterwards, all the wizards on the entire platform froze, and their eyes were caught. I was confused.

"Not here, Fox." Weiss shook his head and said to Fox on his shoulder.

Fox rubbed his head against Wes, spread his wings and covered his head with a low chirp.

"Well, I'm prepared, let's go, please." Weiss touched the ground again with the long stick in his hand, and then a crack appeared in front of him. He stepped in without any hesitation, and stepped down. In a second, the crack healed again.

About 3 minutes later, several Aurors appeared from the apparition area, and suddenly found a few people standing on the platform studying a dry tree branch, and the leader hurried forward and asked: "Director ,what happened?"

"Why are you here?" Harry looked back wonderingly with a strange expression on his face.

"It was Director Granger's Patronus Charm that informed us to come here." Auror was a little puzzled by Harry's reply but he answered truthfully.

"Oh..." Harry gave a long answer, scratched his head in distress, pointed at the branch and said, "Suddenly there is a... branch, you take him back..."

"I'll send it to your office, just as I have to go back to take care of some things." Hermione interrupted Harry, and with a slight flick of the wand, the branch floated beside her, pointing at several people. After nodding, he turned and walked towards the apparition area.

"You still haven't followed!" Ginny lowered her voice and growled fiercely at Ron.

"But in the store..." Ron looked at Hermione's disappearing direction with some distress, and hesitated to speak.

"Go!" Harry shouted eagerly, pushing him behind his back, "I told George you have something to do!"

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In a sunny park, a little girl with messy brown hair is sitting under a big tree holding a beautifully packaged picture book and reading intently, but her movements of raising her head from time to time and the way she looks at The envious look of her peers who had already played together in the distance showed that she was not as focused as she imagined.

"The content in the book is much more interesting than yours..." The little girl murmured and lowered her head and buried her face in the book, but just after reading a few lines of text, she felt that her vision dimmed, as if something It was like blocking her sunlight, and then she raised her head and looked in the direction where the sunlight was blocked. A person was standing there quietly looking at her with a little confusion.

"Who are you?" The little girl quickly closed the book, quickly got up, raised her head full of vigilance and asked a weirdly dressed young man beside her.

She was a little confused, because she glanced out of the corner of her eye when she lowered her head to read again, and there was no one beside her, let alone such a strangely dressed person—a purple robe and a golden staff. The clothes seemed to come out of some corny chivalry novel.

"..." The young man looked at the girl in silence for a long while without speaking.

The uneasiness in the little girl's heart became more and more serious, and when she slowly moved back and was about to run away, the man suddenly said: "I'm lost, I forgot where the person I made an appointment with is."

"Sir, then you shouldn't waste time with me. Forgetting the agreement is a very serious mistake." The little girl said loudly and quickly, her body was still moving back a little bit, and at the same time her head turned slightly, trying to use her ears Listen to the peers behind her if they hear her yelling and notice her embarrassment.

"Hermione, what do you want to be when you grow up now?" The young man's tone was light and soft, but the little girl stopped immediately and looked at him with wide eyes in surprise: "What did you call me just now?" ?”

"I call you Hermione." The young man put the long staff he had been holding horizontally behind his back, and then let go of his palm, and the long staff immediately fell down, but suddenly it stopped at In the middle of the air, Ling Kong floated behind him, and he just sat down calmly, the long staff sank slightly and stopped moving, and caught him firmly.

"How do you know my name? Who are you?" The little girl's eyes widened in surprise, and she circled around the staff to confirm that the staff was not tied by a string but was actually suspended immediately. He asked aloud, "What's this?" Then he turned his head and looked at the playful group of peers who had no intention of coming over to take a look, and suddenly became a little frustrated.

"They can't see or hear me, and even if they see me, they will ignore me." The young man suddenly said as if he understood her thoughts, and then asked again: "What do you want to be at this time?"

"Why can't they see you? Why can I see you? Also, you haven't answered my question yet!" Little Hermione hugged the book tightly with her hands again, and then stared at the young man with a pair of eyes. .

"It's a dentist..." The young man nodded clearly.

"How do you know?" Little Hermione's originally puzzled expression turned into surprise in an instant.

"The Tooth Fairy, and your parents are dentists." The young man pointed to the picture book in her arms and said indifferently.

"How do you know that my parents are dentists? Have you gone to see their teeth?" Little Hermione still spoke quickly and kept asking questions, and her little hands dishonestly put on the long stick under Weiss: "This is Is it made of gold? Why can it be suspended in the air? Are you a magician? Magic is really a lie, right?..."

"So you were like this before you met me..." The young man covered his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"What did you say? When did I know you? You haven't said who you are? Can this really sit? Won't it fall off?" Little Hermione tried to climb her body up with her long stick in her hands, Since the stick was a bit high, she had to use her knees to climb up with the support of her knees, so she dangled like a little monkey hanging from the stick.

"It's very suitable for Gryffindor to be brave enough to try." The young man watched the little girl's unwillingness to let go and silently lowered the long stick a little, and saw her sitting on the long stick with a contented expression and full of curiosity. Said as if beating the long stick under him.

"Gryffindor? What's that?" Little Hermione immediately asked again.

This time the young man still didn't respond to her question, he just looked up at the sky, the mottled trees were printed on the young man's body, and the lonely expression fell into little Hermione's eyes.

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"You haven't answered my question yet! It's basic politeness to keep your eyes on others when you're talking to them!" Little Hermione said quickly, the words in her mouth were like a continuous cannonball, without any consideration Youth's loneliness: "Why didn't you answer my question? You obviously said it, don't you know? You..."

At this time, a long and distant cry interrupted little Hermione's question and at the same time attracted her attention - in her eyes, a small black spot seemed to gradually enlarge from the sun, rushing straight towards them, but In the blink of an eye, a fiery red 'big bird' appeared on the young man's head, and this 'big bird' that was emitting heat was tilting its head in a very humane way with its pitch-black ink-like His small eyes stared at himself.

"Although I accidentally lost the resting branch you liked, you don't have to fall on my head to retaliate against me, right?" The 'big bird' flew up ahead of time very nimbly, lightly pecked at his head, landed on his shoulder first and croaked loudly.

The young man didn't care about the messy blond hair on his head, but nodded to the fiery red 'big bird' on his shoulder with a normal expression: "Have you found the 'exit'? Very good, it's time to go .”

As soon as the young man's voice fell, it was little Hermione who responded to him first, only to hear her screaming loudly: "What the hell is it!? What the hell are you!? Where are you going!?"

"He's Fox, and I'm Wes." The young man reached out and touched little Hermione's head, with a gentle expression, and stretched out his other hand in front of little Hermione, with fluorescent stars shining in his palm, and colorful butterflies flew from his palm. Get out and dance around little Hermione's little disheveled head.

Just when little Hermione was amazed, the gentle voice of the young man as always came from her ears, and they were so close that they seemed to echo in her ears: "This is just a bizarre dream, when you wake up we will will disappear."

"Is this a dream?" Following little Hermione's soft murmur, her little head lowered lower and lower, her breathing became steady, and she gradually entered a real dreamland.

"Go to sleep." The young man placed the little girl in the shade under the tree, drew a transparent circle around her body with a long stick, stood up and said calmly, "Fox, let's go."

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Diagon Alley was still a busy scene, and the three girls were walking together, shopping large and small shops.

The next second, a dark crack suddenly appeared in front of them, and a young man in old clothes stepped out of it calmly.

The moment he appeared, the noise around him seemed to stop suddenly. Qiqi looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in surprise, and then they backed away silently, their movements were unusually skilled, as if such 'attacks' often occurred here .

"Who are you? Harry! Is it them?" A curly brown-haired girl raised her wand without hesitation and shouted, vigilantly pointing at the young man in front of her dressed as if she came from the Middle Ages.

"Forget everything." The young man looked at the black-haired green-eyed girl and the red-haired girl who were holding the magic wand together with her, and released the Forgetting Curse without saying a word.

"The Harry and Weasley in this world are actually women, and I don't know if she is Ginny or Ron...Fox, you didn't do it on purpose, did you?" The phoenix, in exchange for a long cry and a fierce slap of its wings.

"Okay, I believe you didn't do it on purpose, but the magic fluctuations of Professor Dumbledore in this world seem to be still there, do you want to go and see him?" The young man let Fox slap his head and looked into the distance, The brilliance in his eyes seemed to penetrate the space and reach an ancient castle.

Fox just stood on his shoulders and flapped his wings, without any intention of moving.

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore is Professor Dumbledore, he is him, he is not him." The young man replied as if he had heard something.

"Why, from your tone of voice, you seem to know me?" Just as the young man was 'talking' enthusiastically to the fire phoenix on his shoulder, a calm female voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Yes, Master Dumbledore... um, who are you?" The young man turned his head to say hello when he heard the sound, but he froze when he turned around and saw the person behind him.

It was a middle-aged woman.

A woman in a silver, loose wizard robe.

A woman with long blonde hair reaching her ankles.

"Huh? Fox? You followed this man after you left my brother? I have to say, you are also from the Appearance Association..." The woman was surprised when she saw the eyes of the fire phoenix on the young man's shoulder.

"... Arianna?" the young man tentatively whispered.

"Huh? You know me?" The woman asked suspiciously, looking back from Fox to the young man.

"...No, I know Master Dumbledore...sir, Mr. Albus Dumbledore." After a moment of silence, the young man raised his hand and touched the fire phoenix on his shoulder, his eyes were empty as if he was lost in memory, after a while Then he murmured: "He is a respectable person."

"Really, then what do you think of 'wizards' and 'muggles'?" The woman's gentle voice rang out without any hesitation.

When the young man was about to answer the question of the woman with a gentle smile, he caught a glimpse of the faint red glow under the woman's wide sleeves out of the corner of his eyes, and immediately, the words that were almost on the verge of his mouth were choked by him. went back.

"...the person I like is a wizard who was born in a Muggle family." The young man pondered for a while, looked straight at the almost identical blue eyes of the Dumbledore family, and said solemnly, and then hesitated a little again Will add: "It's a woman."

"...Really, it seems that you are different from them." The woman's smile was still gentle, her blue eyes stared at the young man for a while, then narrowed into crescent moons, she turned around and grasped the hands of the three of them together, then looked back at the young man : "Gentleman, don't keep a lady waiting, go quickly. Fox, it's a pleasure to see you again, looking forward to seeing you next time."

Immediately, she quickly disapparated and took the three of them away.

"Feel her magical power up close, it seems to be much weaker than Professor Dumbledore..." The young man touched the fine stubble on his chin and whispered to himself: "However, the wand really belongs to her..."

But in the next second, the cover of a wing and a cry interrupted his thoughts.

"Oh, yes, it's time to go." The young man nodded, the long staff in his hand lightly pierced the air in front of him, and a crack surrounded by silver-white star spots appeared in front of him, and then, he stepped forward and stepped in.

The figure disappeared, and not long after, Diagon Alley, which seemed to have been pressed the pause button, gradually resumed its usual hustle and bustle, except that three girls were missing, but not many people cared, as if this was an ordinary daily life.

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The sun is slanting to the west, and a pair of old people are sitting opposite each other in front of a neat and clean house. The old man is sitting in a rocking chair enjoying the tranquility and leisure in the afternoon, and the old woman is playing with some wool balls and teasing a few kittens.

"Rose said they were coming back today? Is it today?" The gray-haired old woman suddenly stopped teasing the cat, and turned to ask the old man in confusion.

The old man slightly opened his eyes and looked at the old woman for a while, then pondered: "No, you remembered wrongly, it's next week, the ministry is very busy recently..."

"Really? I remember wrong again..." The old woman looked at the old man in a daze, then slowly got up and walked back to the house. After a while, the pots and pans in the house rang.

"Didn't it mean they won't come back?" the old man said angrily.

"We want to eat too." The old woman responded aloud from the room.

Before she finished speaking, the phone in the room rang suddenly, and then the old woman's voice rang again: "Hello, this is Granger...it's Harry, are you looking for Ron? Wait a minute Just a moment... Ron! Harry wants you! Answer the phone!"

"Oh, here we come..." The old man got up and walked back to the house, skillfully picked up the phone and started talking with the person on the other end.

The old woman was about to go back to the kitchen to see if the automatically fried food was burnt, but a sound of flapping wings caught her attention—it was the return of their owl.

It comes with a letter.

"At this time, who could it be..." The old woman beckoned to the owl, and the owl obediently flew to the dining table and handed the letter to her.

The old woman picked up the glasses from her neck and put them on, squinting her eyes to examine carefully. After a while, she sighed and murmured: "Hugo worked overtime again today... If you don't come back, don't come back, it's not the first time ..."

Just as she was looking for a pen and paper to reply, the sunlight in the distance suddenly seemed to brighten for a moment, and then a figure appeared in front of their room as if walking out of the sun.

The person who came was leaning on a golden staff, wearing an elegant purple robe, and a fiery red bird was standing on his shoulder, but he didn't take a step forward, but quietly looked at the white man in front of him through the window. The gray-haired old man nodded to her for a while, then turned around and left. The sun seemed to become dazzling again for a moment, and the figure in the field of vision disappeared.

"Strange person..." the old woman murmured, and continued to lower her head to search for the pen and paper that she hadn't found just now, preparing to reply to the letter.

(End of this chapter)