Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

In the misty rain curtain, the coffin slowly fell into the pit.

Harry stood sluggishly in the rain, and the people around him seemed to have turned into shadows. People said a lot of comforting words to him, some patted his shoulders, and some hugged him, but his heart had become a Build a high black wall and nothing can penetrate it.

In the distance, an old man watched silently, with a calm sadness in his heart.

"Albus, aren't you going to comfort that child?" A tabby cat jumped down from a nearby branch and turned into an elderly witch.

"You and I both know how feeble words are at this time." Dumbledore sighed deeply, "We have all experienced his pain, but that pain still only belongs to him, and we cannot share it for him. Not even a cent.”

"Harry, do you hate us?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Dumbledore glanced at the witch. Professor McGonagall looked thin and haggard in the rain. "I don't think he will. Harry is a kind boy. He may be more willing to hate himself than hate us."

Professor McGonagall looked like she was about to cry, "Then I'd rather he hate us."

Dumbledore reached out and patted McGonagall on the back, not knowing what to say.

"Professor, are we doing the right thing?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Dumbledore opened his mouth. He should have blurted out the affirmation, but now he hesitated.

He knew that Minerva needed this affirmative answer. After putting in so much effort and sacrifice, and experiencing so much pain, she should at least get an affirmation for her actions.

However, he also knew that he asked this question because she, like him, had doubts about the necessity of the reason they were fighting for.

"I don't know, Minerva." He could only say in the end, "This world has become a strange place, and I don't know what is right and what is wrong anymore. Go back to Hogwarts, Minerva, Murphy will not make things difficult for you. The classroom is the right place for you. The Order of the Phoenix has been disbanded and will no longer exist in the future. You don't need to fight anymore."

"But, Albus, what do you do?"

"I...I'm just an old man who can't keep up with the changes in the world now. Maybe I should learn to let go and enjoy my old age while I still have some time."

"I heard that the Wizards' Federation wants you to go back and take charge of the overall situation."

"Wizards' Federation..." Dumbledore showed a painful expression, "Perhaps it was my persistence that led to their death. I no longer have the ability to lead them."

"Albus..." Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore sadly. This was the first time she had seen the principal look so confused. In the past, Dumbledore was always able to make the wisest decisions and was always able to make the wisest decisions. Give an unquestionable answer, so that everyone standing around him can feel extremely confident and safe.

They didn't have to think about anything, they just had to do what Dumbledore said.

However, how could he forget that even Dumbledore was not a man of steel, nor was he holy. The pain and pressure he endured was only a lot more than that of himself.

Have we relied too much on Him in the past?

…

Harry returned to Sirius' cabin.

Friends were here, Ron, Hermione, Cho Chang, and even Malfoy. He didn't want to continue to look like the most miserable person in the world, so he tried hard to hold up the last bit of strength in his heart and said something words comforted them.

After everyone left, Harry sat at the table where Sirius had last sat before leaving.

Now, he knew the cause of Sirius' death.

Both Mr. Weasley and Hagrid told him that Sirius belonged to an organization established by Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix. In order to prevent Murphy from establishing a dangerous thing, they went to fight the Aurors and Watchers.

Sirius died for the cause in his heart, and the person who killed him was a girl who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old. No one knew her name, but she must have followed Murphy's orders.

All this made Harry very confused. It was difficult for him to connect Professor Murphy with evil, and it was difficult for him to understand Sirius's behavior, which made his motivations seem abrupt and meaningless to Harry.

He almost wanted to hate Murphy or Dumbledore for a moment, and the voice in his heart kept urging him to do so, but when their looks flashed through his heart, the twisted hatred was like a rootless fire. Usually gradually extinguished.

He can't do it.

He knew that such hatred was meaningless. Dumbledore did not force Sirius, and the person who killed him was not Murphy himself. As for hating the murderer - he didn't even know the other person's name or appearance.

So, after all the outlets for anger and sadness were blocked, the extreme pain that could not be resolved became a vicious dog that gnawed at itself crazily.

His body was intact, but his mind was now bruised and dying.

Harry knew he couldn't let himself sink, so he tried to find something to do for himself and tidied the room again, just like Sirius had occasionally asked him to do.

While tidying up his desk, he found the letter.

"Dear Harry:

How is school life? Have you found a girlfriend? You are already a third grader and a great young man. There is nothing to be ashamed of if you like girls. If you need some guidance, I can give you some advice as a senior. First, be brave (cross out), forget it, we will discuss this issue when you come back. Boys are always clumsy at this age. Even your father was not popular with girls. At that time, Lily only regarded us as a group of troublemakers, hahaha.

You have become a lot silent recently. Of course, I know that no boy will tell his elders too much about himself during adolescence, but I still hope that you can let me share some of your burdens. We are friends, right?

I recently came up with a great idea and wanted to ask your opinion. I'm going to travel and go around everywhere. We can ride the flying motorcycle and go wherever we want. We can also go find Lupin. It must be quite boring to dig wild vegetables in the woods with those wolf cubs all day long. Yes, how about we go wandering together? Doesn’t it sound great?

Of course, this is just a suggestion, and it may be very immature, but if you're not happy in school - and I mean in a school where Snape is the headmaster, it's really hard to be happy, isn't it? ? We can take a short break for ourselves. Lupine and I are happy to teach you some magic and so on, so you don't have to worry about your studies. However, this is still just a suggestion. If you prefer to stay with friends, I will understand very much.

I wish you a happy study and life, and remember to reply to me.

PS: Regarding some black magic, I don’t object to your exposure to them, but you should do it according to your ability. It is best to learn under the supervision of an adult or teacher, so that we can protect your safety.

Love you, Sirius. "

The letter was very short, but it took Harry more than an hour to read it. During this time, he cried so much that he almost breathed his last.

In the endless sadness that almost completely destroyed him, he only had one thought in his mind, he wanted Sirius back, no matter what the cost, he wanted to see him again.

Then, the voice emerged in his heart again.

This time, it's clearer than ever.

"Then hand over your soul."