A Hogwarts dissertation guide

In the morning auditorium, there was the sound of cups or plates falling to the ground from time to time. Harry and Ron arrived at the auditorium a little later than usual. Harry discussed tactics with Wood for too long last night - because today is The day of the Quidditch final.

Ron listened for a long time, even though he fell asleep leaning on the table early.

When Harry walked into the auditorium, the entire large room fell silent for an instant, and everyone stared at him, even Principal Dumbledore and Edward in the guest chair.

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"I don't know." Ron shook his head. He had just woken up and was completely confused about the situation.

Today is the day of the Quidditch final, and they should be happy about the upcoming game, right?

Why did it become like this?

While Harry was stunned, Wood ran up to them.

"Harry, I know you must be shocked, but I must ask you to strictly implement the final tactics we discussed last night, and win the Quidditch Silver Cup. Don't let some news affect your performance - well, I I know this is unfair to you, but please do it!"

"Oliver, what are you talking about?" Harry waved his hand, not understanding what Wood was talking about.

"You don't know yet?"

Wood thrust today's latest Daily Prophet into Harry's arms, "You'll understand after you read it."

Harry unfolded the newspaper with a puzzled look on his face and glanced at the photo of the event under the title.It was a large picture of a dark-haired man, with a shy smile and his eyes blinking at them, and above it was the title:

The hero returns after many years

James Potter, father of heroes who was confirmed dead for the past 12 years, reappears

"dad?"

Harry's jaw dropped and he was speechless for a moment.

"Harry, let's go to the dining table first, shall we? Everyone is staring at us!" Ron whispered beside Harry.

Harry nodded stiffly and sat back down in a familiar position under Ron's guidance, but his eyes were still fixed on the contents of the newspaper.

Hermione pushed a glass of milk towards him.

"I think you need this."

"Thank you." Harry replied numbly. He continued to read the report without any intention of taking the milk.

The following content is as follows:

While tracking and guarding the fugitive Sirius Black, the Ministry of Magic's Auror Operations Team accidentally discovered the whereabouts of James Potter.The Ministry of Magic conducted dozens of testing procedures on his identity and finally determined his identity - James Potter.

For some time, we all thought that James Potter met his end at the hands of He Who Cannot Name, the night that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, defeated You-Know-Who.

"Many of us have been pained by the loss of James Potter," said an emotional Minister Cornelius Fudge, "but it is clear that we now have a true hero who deserves the respect of all of us. .”

In the past week, Minister Cornelius Fudge and hero James Potter had several profound conversations. Regarding the changes in the wizarding world in recent years, James Potter expressed great satisfaction with the new atmosphere in the wizarding world. He is very much looking forward to making the wizarding world better and better under the leadership of Minister Cornelius Fudge...

Most of the content that followed was some praise for the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and Harry could no longer read it.

There was only one name in his mind - James Potter.

His dad is back, whether it's resurrection or whatever, it doesn't matter, what matters is: he finally has a dad!

hetui!

It was his father who finally came back.

"Harry, Harry!" Hermione shouted several times before Harry came back to his senses.

"Sorry, Hermione, I just can't accept it for the moment -" Harry said blankly. He stared blankly at the photo in the newspaper, feeling as if something was about to well up in his eyes.

"That's not what I meant, I think you should look there!" Hermione pointed in the direction of the hall with trembling fingers.

Harry followed the direction of Hermione's finger and almost fell to the ground with a start.

In the direction of the foyer, a black-haired man was standing there, with a kind smile, standing there quietly.

Harry was no stranger to this, in fact, he had seen this man's face countless times in his sleep over the past year.

"Dad?" Harry sat up from the chair tremblingly. The others tacitly agreed not to disturb him, except for Colin, who was one grade below him. He kept holding his camera and didn't know how many photos he had taken. .

"Harry...it's good to see you again." James said with a smile as he waved.

Harry hurriedly rushed to James. He staggered and almost fell, but James held him up.

Feeling his father's warm embrace again, tears welled up in Harry's eyes.

"Okay, Harry, I'm back." James said kindly, stroking Harry's messy black hair. He nodded in the direction of the guest of honor, "Professor, can you find an empty classroom for me? ?I think Harry and I...have a lot to say."

"No problem, James." Dumbledore said with a smile. He glanced at Edward beside him and already understood what was going on. Although he was shocked that Edward could bring back the dead, he still acted calmly, "This It’s human nature.”

At the Gryffindor table, Oliver Wood was panicking now, very panicked!

"Can Harry still participate in the competition? He won't forget about the competition just because he saw his father, right?"

Harry and James left the Great Hall and headed to an unused classroom on the first floor. Filch took them there.

Harry kept his head buried in James' arms, which forced James to hold Harry hard.

"You are a lot heavier than before." James said with a smile, "But you are still a little too thin."

"I miss you, I miss you so much... I always thought you... were dead." Harry choked.

James put Harry on a chair and ruffled Harry's black hair, making it messier.

"Death? Indeed, I thought I was dead for a time, but that doesn't matter. Now I, the living James Potter, are right in front of you. Harry, you are stronger than I thought, right?"

"Yeah." Harry wiped his tears randomly with his hands, but couldn't wipe them clean. He seemed to have turned on some kind of switch, and his tear glands began to secrete liquid continuously.

After they left, the auditorium fell into a huge discussion, and the students were shocked by what they had just seen.

"That's James Potter, Harry's father, right? Am I right?"

"Yes, I saw it too."

"But isn't he already dead?"

"Wasn't Harry Potter the only one who survived that night?"

"Then how did he do it?"