HP Magic Biography

In the refreshing blue morning light, Fan Lin was walking on a mountain road.

At the foot of the distant mountain, the shadow of a small town is shrouded in mist, like a holy tower for studying, and everyone who is eager for answers embarks on this road.

Suddenly, the scene changed, and Fan Lin returned to the North Pole. He saw Dumbledore's pale corpse, it should be said...it was a soul, step by step into the black mausoleum...

Many times, Fan Lin wanted to call Dumbledore back, but this was simply impossible.

Dumbledore's figure walked further and further away, stunned...

Hermione, what are you doing? Rubbing his eyes, Fan Lin turned over, considering that the Burrow could not accommodate so many people, naturally, Fan Lin asked to move out, and took Hermione with him.

Since Fan Lin had shouldered the responsibilities of an adult, Mrs. Weasley had to let him go. As for Harry and Ron, they would stay in the Burrow obediently.

A gift for Harry...it's his birthday today! said Hermione. You didn't forget Harry's birthday, did you?

Haha, how is it possible...emmm...how about a new style cloak?

I don't think he might want this very much...you just forgot?

Oh, well, it looks like this. Fan Lin said with some annoyance, So, you...

I'm helping you prepare, and, I think we need to send it over.

What is this? Fan Lin looked at the box in his hand.

A bottle of luck potion, if you marked it correctly. Hermione said, By the way, did you understand it through research?

I had a good discussion with Professor Slughorn. Before I left, although I didn't think it was very useful, it was a bit metaphysical, but let's just say this...

at the same time……

Hey, wake up!

Harry reluctantly opened his eyes. He was still lying on the camp bed in Ron's messy attic cabin. Thinking about the preparations for the wedding gave him a headache, but he didn't want to be with Fan Lin. Hermione moved out, he liked it here, and Ginny was here.

In other words, isn't this a bit blatant?

At this time, the sun had not yet risen, and the room was still dark. Owl Piggy buried his head between his little wings and was still asleep. The scar on Harry's forehead prickled.

What have you been mumbling about in your sleep?

Yes...is it?

Yeah, 'Grigorovich', you keep saying the word 'Grigorovich'.

Harry wasn't wearing glasses, and Ron's face was blurry.

Who is Gregorovich? Harry asked suspiciously.

How do I know, you said that name! Harry thought as he rubbed his forehead. He vaguely felt as if he had heard this name before, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.

I just thought Voldemort was looking for him.

Another poor fellow, said Ron sincerely.

Harry sat up and kept stroking his scar, now he was fully awake. He tried to recall all the scenes in his dream, but the only thing he could think of was the rolling hills on the horizon and the silhouette of the village surrounded by deep valleys. I think he's abroad.

Who? Gregorovitch?

It's Voldemort. I think he's looking for Gregorovich somewhere abroad now. It's not like England.

You think you're in his head again? Ron asked worriedly.

Please, don't tell Hermione... said Harry, she doesn't want me to see those things in my dreams...

Staring up at the piggy's cage, Harry wondered... why did the name Gregorovich sound so familiar?

I think, he said slowly, maybe it has something to do with the Quidge game. There must be some connection, but I can't think of... can't think of what.

A Quidditch match? said Ron. You're thinking of Gergovic, aren't you?

who?

Dragmir Gergovic,

The Chaser who moved to the Charlie Cannons two years ago for a record-breaking transfer fee! Still the record holder for steals that season.

Oh, no, no, no! Harry quickly shook his head, I'm definitely not thinking of Gregorovich. I'll ask Fan Lin secretly, maybe he will understand.

Oh, then Hermione might know too, but I don't think it's the Chaser, said Ron, but anyway, happy birthday to you!

Wow... yeah, I forgot! I'm seventeen! Harry said, picking up his wand from the side of the camp bed, pointing to the cluttered desk where his glasses were, Glasses flying!

Ugh... even though those things were only a foot away from him, watching them fly up and stop just before poking him in the eye was hugely satisfying.

For a moment, Harry felt an overwhelming joy. In fact, he had always envied Fan Lin's ability to use magic unscrupulously, no matter where he was.

However, that was because Fan Lin's wand was destroyed once, and the remade wand was made by Nicolas Flamel and Fan Lin, and it was impossible for people from the Ministry of Magic to participate.

But now, he can use magic too, can't he?

Beautiful! Ron immediately cheered.

Harry, who was immersed in joy, made everything in Ron's room fly all over the place, woke up the piglet, and flapped his wings excitedly in the cage. Harry even tried to tie his shoelaces with magic, and tricked Ron into turning the orange jerseys in Ron's Charlie-Cannon posters into light blue.

If I use my hands, suggested Ron, who snickered, and Harry soon realized he had something to say.

This is a gift for you, just open it here, don't let my mother see it.

Is it a book? Harry took the rectangular package with some surprise. It seemed that only Hermione could do it in his impression.

Ron out of his mind?

It's not the same as those orthodox books, is it? Harry asked tentatively

It's not like your usual book, said Ron. It's an absolute classic. The 12 Dos and Don'ts of Getting a Girl tells you everything you need to know about girls. If only I read it last year. , me and Lavender wouldn't... Well, anyway, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I learned a lot from it. You'd be surprised that it wasn't all about wands. acting.

Harry happily accepted Ron's gift.

When they came to the kitchen, the table was already piled with presents. Bill and Mr. Delacour were finishing their breakfast, and Mrs. Weasley was standing by the frying pan talking to them.

Arthur asked me to wish you a happy seventeenth birthday for him, Harry, said Mrs. Weasley cheerfully. He has to go to work early, but he'll be back by dinnertime. The one on top is ours. A present for you.

Harry sat down, took the square parcel she was pointing at, and opened it. Inside was a watch, exactly the same as the one the Weasleys had given Ron when he was seventeen, with a gold case and star-shaped hands on the dial.

According to tradition, a wizard is given a watch when he comes of age, Mrs. Weasley looked at him anxiously by the stove, but this watch may not be as new as the one given to Ron, which is actually My brother Fabian's watch, he always doesn't take good care of his things, I'm afraid there's a little notch on the back cover, but...

She stopped talking as Harry stood up and hugged her. He put a lot of emotion into this hug that couldn't be expressed in words, and maybe she understood it too, and when Harry let her go, she patted Harry's face awkwardly with her hand and flicked her wand , half of the bacon in the frying pan flew out and fell to the floor.

Happy birthday, Harry! said Hermione, rushing into the kitchen and placing her present on top of the pile. Just a small present, but I hope you like it. What did you get him?

She followed up with a question to Ron, who pretended not to hear her.

Hurry up and open Hermione's present! Ron said.

She bought him a new looking glass.

Happy birthday! Fan Lin said sincerely, Actually, I also want a watch.

Then it seems that you need to wait until next year! Harry suddenly realized that Fan Lin would not be considered an adult until next year.

So, this is a gift for you. Fan Lin said, taking out the black gift box Hermione prepared for him this morning.

This is... Harry opened it, I feel a little familiar with this.

Luck potion, Fan Lin yawned, I learned it from Professor Slughorn, and you will be the first user of Fan Lin's potion.

Sometimes I wonder whether you are studying alchemy or potions. Harry smiled, However, it is very useful to me.

Harry recalled the wonderful feeling before he got the memory of Slughorn, as if he could succeed in anything.

Among the other presents was a magic razor from Bill and Fleur.

Harry thinks Hermione is more reliable, at least, she won't be shaved bald?

The Delacours sent chocolates, and Fred and George sent a large box of new arrivals from Weasley's Wizards and Wizards.

Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione didn't stay at the dining table for too long, because Mrs. Delacour, Fleur, Gabriel, and Bill were all in the kitchen, which made the originally small space look a bit cramped.

I'll help you wrap these up. When the four of them went upstairs, Hermione took the gift from Harry's arms and said happily.

Oh, well... Harry nodded, Maybe I can...

Before Harry could finish speaking, Hermione had already used her wand to direct the presents to go upstairs by herself.

Wow, it's great to be an adult, you can use magic at will... Fan Lin said enviously.

? ? ?

Harry looked at Fan Lin with disgust, and when he was about to mock him, suddenly the door of a room on the first floor platform opened.

Harry, can you come in for a moment?

It's Ginny.

Ron stopped abruptly, but Fan Lin held his elbows with Hermione very discerningly, and dragged Ron upstairs with difficulty.

Harry followed Ginny into her room, which made Harry a little nervous. In fact, he had never been in Ginny's room before. The room is small but well lit. On the wall was a huge poster of the witch band The Weird Sisters, and on the other was a picture of Gwen Jones, captain of the women's Quidditch team, the Holyhead Harpies.

There was a table in front of the open window, and from the window you could see the small court where they used to play two-on-two Quidditch with Valin Ron and Hermione,

And now a big pearly white tent has been set up in the stadium. The golden banner on the top of the tent was as high as Ginny's window.

Inexplicably, Harry's heartbeat started to speed up, hitting his chest like a hammer.

This caused Harry to adjust his breathing, trying to look more confident.

Ginny, on the other hand, looked very calm. She looked up at Harry's face, took a deep breath, and said, Happy seventeenth birthday.

Okay... thanks. She looked straight at him, but Harry couldn't look at her that way, it was like staring into the blinding glare.

The view is nice. Harry said softly, pointing out the window. She pretended not to hear, and he couldn't blame her.

I can't think of anything to give you, Ginny said quietly.

Uh...you don't have to give me anything. Harry quickly explained, but it didn't help, and Ginny ignored the sentence.

I don't know what works for you, not too big, because you can't carry it with you. He stole a look at her, and she didn't cry, which was a peculiarity of Ginny, she seldom cried. He thought maybe it was because growing up with six older brothers made her strong.

She took a step closer to him.

So I thought, I want to give you something to remember me, you know, you may meet many Veela outside in the future.

Sure enough, Ginny still had a grudge against Fleur.

To be honest, I don't think there is a chance in the final battle.

That's the luckiest of misfortunes, too, she whispered, and kissed him as if she had never kissed him before, and Harry kissed her too, drunk as if he had been drinking hot whiskey.

Ginny, she seemed to be the only real thing in the world, with one hand on her back and the other running through her long, sweet-smelling hair, that feeling—the door slammed open , they separated abruptly.

Oh, Ron said purposefully, I'm sorry.

Ron! Hermione stood behind him, panting slightly, followed by Fan Lin.

You are a pig, with such great strength, don't you know how to care for the patients? Fan Lin complained.

The ghost knows what attribute Ron has awakened, listening to the crack in the door?

The Weasley family doesn't seem to have such a habit, or is it inherited from Mrs. Weasley?

But it cannot be denied that Ron has definitely forgotten who Harry is, right?

Then the soul of the sister-in-law burned so fiercely that it smashed through the door?

Anyway, the few people present were quite embarrassed, and Ron seemed to have calmed down, and then he stood there embarrassedly looking at Harry with his face flushed.

Heh...hehe...you...well, you continue... Fan Lin and Hermione stretched out their hands to pull Ron together, but at this moment Ron seemed to be petrified, standing there in a daze. Fan Lin thought of Gore, that tall fat man.

So, happy birthday to you anyway, Harry!