HP Magic Biography

The atmosphere was once very awkward...

So much so that even Fan Lin who was standing behind Ron felt a little restless.

Ron blushed, and Hermione took a few steps back, but it didn't help.

Harry wanted to slap the door on their faces, but he calmed down as the door opened, and the scene just burst like soap bubbles.

For a moment, it was like going back to Dumbledore's funeral.

He said something to Ginny, and all the reasons why he couldn't be with Ginny came up.

He doesn't have the time or the energy right now... If something happens with Ginny... Harry will definitely go crazy.

Besides, Ron and Mrs. Weasley...

Harry's head was working fast, he looked at Ginny, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, but Ginny turned her back to him.

He thought maybe she couldn't hold back the tears this time. But Harry couldn't comfort Ginny in front of Ron.

See you later. Harry said helplessly, and followed Fan Lin and the others out of the house.

Ron strode down the stairs ahead, through the still-crowded kitchen and out into the courtyard, and Harry kept briskly following him, while Valin and Hermione trotted along behind them, which, to be honest, made them both Feeling a little panicky.

Ron was too abnormal, especially when it came to Harry and Ginny.

Once behind the freshly mowed lawn, Ron couldn't wait to start circling Harry.

You killed her, what are you doing now, wasting her youth? Ron said loudly, looking a little indignant.

That was his sister, and Ron happened to know Harry Potter, and of course what they were going to do.

Let's say, ten years? twenty years?

This is something no one can be sure of.

I'm not wasting her youth, Harry opened his mouth, as Hermione caught up.

Ron...

But Ron held up his hand to tell her not to speak.

She was really upset when you broke up...

Me too, you know why I want to break up, it's not what I want. Harry said angrily.

That's right, but now you're teasing her again, giving her hope again...

She's not stupid, she knows it's impossible, she didn't expect us to end up... getting married, or... Harry was talking, and Ginny in a white wedding dress appeared in his mind, A wedding scene with a tall, obnoxious unknown man. At that moment he suddenly realized: her future freedom was not in the way, and his was... nothing but Voldemort in front of him.

If you're teasing her every chance you get, then... Ron opened his mouth, but was finally discouraged.

Not next time, Harry said cruelly. Although the weather was cloudless, he didn't think he could see the sun at all. Is that all right?

But, have any of you ever asked Ginny what she was thinking? She knew what she wanted to do...

So? demanded Ron. We can do nothing? You don't mind because... well, I...

Maybe we should work harder... Fan Lin tried to say, It's not impossible.

It's really impossible? Harry repeated, not knowing whether the words were doubts or affirmations, in short, this birthday made Harry feel a little bad.

Ginny made no attempt to be alone with Harry again that day, nor did it appear that they had ever been escapades in her bedroom.

However, Charlie's arrival gave Harry relief.

Mrs. Weasley distracted Charlie, pushed him into a chair, and waved his wand threateningly, telling him it was time for a haircut.

Harry's birthday dinner was so big that it would burst the Burrow kitchen, and several tables had been set up in the garden before the arrival of Charlie, Lupine, Tonks and Hagrid, and Sirius.

Fred and George used magic to burn big 7s on several purple lanterns, hanging above the heads of the guests.

Thanks to Mrs. Weasley's care, George's wounds were cleansed now, but Harry still wasn't used to the black hole on the side of his head, and the twins often joked about it.

Hermione conjured purple and gold ribbons with her wand, which hung moodily from tree branches and bushes.

Maybe you want to design it yourself... Fan Lin said with emotion. With the last spell from the wand, Hermione turned the leaves of the hawthorn tree into gold.

Let's talk! Hermione said indifferently, but she seemed a little happy.

Hey, what do you mean by talking again, what do you want to do?

You don't care about me, if you have time to hang around me here, you might as well help me!

I'm so happy, ma'am! Fan Lin said, as he waved his magic wand, dots of crystal clear ice crystals were like diamonds embellishing luxurious clothing.

Look at the two of them? Ron muttered, It's like my own...

Oh, I think that's good, and I don't mind. Harry suddenly realized, he knew what Ron was going to say, and, he also...

Harry caught Ginny's eyes, and immediately, Harry smiled at her, then remembered his promise to Ron, and hurriedly talked to Mr. Delacour.

Excuse me! Excuse me! yelled Mrs. Weasley, as she walked into the garden to find a huge Snitch the size of a beach ball floating in front of her. Soon Harry realized it was his birthday cake.

It was much safer for Mrs Weasley to levitate it in the air with her wand than to carry it across uneven ground. When the cake landed safely in the middle of the table, Harry said, This is amazing, Mrs Weasley.

Oh, it's nothing, dear, said Mrs. Weasley, flattered. Ron gave Harry a thumbs up over her shoulder, mouthing as if to say Good job!

At seven o'clock all the guests arrived, and Fred and George stood at the end of the lane waiting to meet them and show them into the house.

Hagrid put on his best, dreadful brown fur coat, to look solemn.

This made Fan Lin always have a question, why is Hagrid not hot?

Then, Hagrid walked over, and Fan Lin changed some ice cubes for him, which made Hagrid enjoy it very much.

But compared to Hagrid, Lupine made Harry a little bit more concerned. Although he smiled when he shook hands with Harry, Harry still felt that he was not very happy.

It was so strange, but Tonks who was standing next to Lupine was full of joy, which became a stark contrast.

Happy birthday, Harry! she said, giving Harry a tight hug.

Seventeen, hey! said Hagrid, taking a barrel-sized glass of wine from Fred. We've known each other for six years now, Harry, do you remember?

Basically, Harry smiled up at him, wasn't it you who broke the front door, made Dudley grow a pig's tail, and told me I was a wizard?

Oh, I forgot the specifics, Hagrid said with a smug smile. How are you, Hermione Van Lin, and Ron?

We're fine, said Hermione, how are you?

Ah, not bad. I've been busy, and we have a few newborn unicorns. I'll show you when you come back...

Um……

This sentence is destined to disappoint Hagrid. Fan Lin and the others have already confirmed that they will not return to school, at least, until Dumbledore returns...

Speaking of which, Fan Lin remembered his previous dream again.

In fact, Fan Lin had very few dreams, mental fatigue would easily make the wizard fall asleep. Of course, considering his age, there were some other dreams, but they were related to reality...

Pilgrimage, and Dumbledore...

This is really too strange, which makes Fan Lin feel a little uneasy.

Here, Harry... Hagrid interrupted aloud, Actually, I'm kind of at a loss for what to give you, but I remembered this.

As Hagrid was talking, he took out a small bag tied with a fluffy string, and a string was tied to the pocket. The string had obviously been worn around his neck for a long time.

A small bag made of donkey skin. No one can take the things in it except the owner himself. It's rare!

Hagrid, thank you so much!

You're welcome! Hagrid shook a hand the size of a trash can. Charlie's here too! I've always liked him...Hey! Charlie!

Charlie came over, running his hands distressed at his horrible new haircut.

Mrs Weasley's bespoke...

Limited worldwide, only those present can purchase...

Charlie was shorter than Ron, of short stature, with burns and scratches on his muscular arms.

Hey, Hagrid, how's it going?

Long time no see, how is Nobo? Hagrid asked, You should have been taking care of it, I just sent it to him a while ago, but I haven't seen you, you know, now The school is not convenient.

Nob? Charlie laughed. The Norwegian Ridgeback? Now we call her Nobeta.

So...Nobo is actually a female dragon?

Oh, yes, said Charlie.

How do you know? Hermione asked in puzzlement. In fact, Oviparous... Hermione had seen Noble a few times, but she couldn't tell them apart at all. Noble was still too young at that time.

Because the mother is more fierce. Charlie said pointedly.

He turned his head to look back and then lowered his voice: I hope Dad will come back soon, Mom is in a hurry!

Everyone went to see Mrs. Weasley. She was glancing at the door, trying to talk to Madame Delacour.

I think we'd better get started without waiting for Arthur, said Weasley, after a few more glances. He must have been delayed... oh!

Everyone saw it: a ray of light flew from above the courtyard and landed on the table, then transformed into a silver weasel, stood back, and said in Mr. Weasley's voice: The Minister for Magic is coming back with me.

Immediately, the Patronus disappeared into thin air, and the Fu Rong family stared in shock at the place where it disappeared.

We can't stay here, said Lupine immediately, Harry...I'm sorry...I'll explain to you when I have time...

He grabbed Tonks by the hand and pulled her away, and they climbed over the fence and out of sight. Mrs. Weasley was a little puzzled.

Minister? But why?...I don't understand... But there was no time to discuss this, and a second later, Mr. Weasley appeared outside the gate from thin air, accompanied by Rufus Screech Jay, with a symbolic head of gray hair.

What did Dumbledore say?

Fan Lin remembered that Dumbledore once told him that some of Dumbledore's things were placed with Scrimgeour, and he would hand them over.

Perhaps, Scrimgeour knew that Dumbledore's time was numbered, but no one expected that Dumbledore was a man of action.

The two new arrivals strode across the yard toward the lantern-lit table in the garden.

Everyone sat there without saying a word, watching them get closer and closer.

When Scrimgeour walked into the lantern's light circle, Harry saw that he looked much older than when he had last seen him, his dry face covered with severe frost.

Sorry to bother you, Scrimgeour said, limping over to an empty seat at the table, especially when I know I'm an unexpected visitor. His eyes lingered for a moment on the huge Snitch cake. My best wishes to you.

Thank you, said Harry. I want to speak to you alone. Scrimgeour continued, There are also Mr. Ronald Weasley, Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Valin Ayer.

We? Ron said in surprise, Why are we still there?

I'll tell you when I'm out of nowhere, said Scrimgeour. Is there a place for this alone? he asked Mr. Weasley.

Of course there is, said Mr. Weasley, looking nervous. Well, the living room, why not use the living room?

You can show us the way, Scrimgeour said to Ron. You don't have to accompany us, Arthur.

When Fan Lin saw himself and Harry standing up, the Weasleys and Mrs. Scrimgeour glanced uneasily.

Since the Order's actions have gone wrong, honestly, it's been hard to convince the rest of the Order to trust anyone from the Ministry for which they paid Moody...

The five people were a little silent, this was not a pleasant conversation.

Scrimgeour should have known the news that the four of them planned to drop out of Hogwarts. Scrimgeour remained silent as they walked through the chaotic kitchen and into the living room of the Burrow. While the garden was flooded with soft golden light, the living room was dark.

After entering, Fan Lin tapped his wand and lit the oil lamp, and this dilapidated but cozy room was immediately illuminated.

Scrimgeour sank into Mr. Weasley's usual armchair, while the rest of them huddled together on the sofa.

Scrimgeour spoke as soon as they sat down. I have a few questions for the four of you. I think it's best to talk one-on-one. Maybe the three of you. He pointed at Van Lin, Hermione and Harry. Nader started asking.

I'm sorry, we're not going anywhere, Fan Lin immediately refused, and Hermione nodded heavily. Actually, there aren't many options left for you,

You either talk to some of us, or you don't talk at all.

Scrimgeour gave Fan Lin a cold look.

This gave Fan Lin an illusion...

The minister seemed to be tearing his face apart in the next second.

However, considering the current situation of the Ministry of Magic, it seems that there is nothing that can support Scrimgeour's confidence.

Okay then, let's talk about it together. He shrugged and cleared his throat, I am here, as you know, because of Mr. Albus Dumbledore's will. To read a book on this site, please use the latest domain name