Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

However, the battle was not one-sided. During the fight with the white ghost, a night man was accidentally caught by the monster, and his screams echoed in the night sky.

"Keep the formation! Don't retreat!" Ian's voice echoed on the battlefield. They must hold their ground and resist the attack of the white walkers.

Time seemed to blur in this life-and-death struggle. The torches gradually burned out, and the watchtower under the moonlight looked increasingly lonely and desolate. But the fighting spirit of the night people never wavered, because they knew that this was a battle that could not be lost.

Finally, after a fight, the White Walkers began to retreat. The night watchmen panted, but there was no time to rest. They checked the wounded, counted the casualties, and prepared for the coming night.

"Ian, are you hurt?" a companion asked with concern.

Ian shook his head, "It's okay, just some minor injuries." His face was tired, but there was a gleam of victory in his eyes.

The night people looked toward the distant woods, where the howling of the white ghosts gradually faded into the night. They knew that this battle was just a stop on an endless journey, and their duty was to protect this land, no matter what the cost.

In the castle near the Wall, the lord Harry Potter lives with his family. Except for the threat of the white walkers, their lives continue in this desolate land.

Harry's wife, a kind and strong woman named Lily, is the soul of the castle. They have a lively little son named Minerva. Minerva is a young but curious and courageous child who likes to climb high places around the castle and explore this mysterious land.

One afternoon, Harry found Minerva climbing up the ancient walls of the castle, and he sat there, looking down at the Wall. Harry hurried over, his heart filled with worry and concern.

"Minerva, be careful!" Harry called out, even though he knew his son had a natural affinity for heights.

Minerva turned around and waved to her father with a smile. "Dad, I'm here! The scenery here is so beautiful!" His eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He knew his son was a brave boy, but he was also worried about his safety. "Minerva, climb down. Let's find something else fun to do."

However, Minerva was unwilling to come down. "Dad, I want to see the woods over there!" He pointed to the vast woods in the distance, his eyes flashing with endless desire for adventure.

Harry frowned. He knew the woods were a dangerous place for them. "Minerva, we can't go near there. It's dangerous."

Minerva looked at her father and seemed to understand his concern. "Okay, Dad, I'll come down now." He began to climb down the wall carefully, his movements nimble and steady.

Harry walked forward, held out his arms, and gently lifted Minerva into his arms. "You are a very brave young man, but there are some things you should avoid," he said gently to his son.

Back in the castle, Harry sat by the fire, hugged Minerva, and began to tell her the legend of the white ghosts. "Son, do you know that there are often white ghosts in those woods? They are very dangerous monsters."

Minerva's eyes widened and she asked excitedly, "What do white ghosts look like? What do they do?"

Harry pondered for a moment, then used his hands to describe the appearance of the White Walkers. "They are pale, with distorted faces and shrill voices. They like to haunt at night, looking for lost souls."

Minerva was fascinated by what she heard, but also a little scared. "Dad, we must protect ourselves and not let the white ghosts catch us."

Harry stroked Minerva's hair gently. "Don't worry, Daddy will protect you and Mommy." His voice was full of firmness and warmth.

When night fell, Harry, his wife and son looked out the window at the starry sky. "We must be strong, no matter how big the difficulties are," he said, with hope and determination in his eyes.

Harry Potter's wife Lily is a kind and intelligent woman who is full of love and concern for her family, especially their youngest son Minerva, whom she often reminds to be careful and not to climb high again.

One day, when Harry returned home, he saw Lily sitting in the living room, talking to Minerva with a serious face. Minerva's eyes flashed with understanding and obedience to her mother's words.

"Dad is back." Lily saw Harry come in and greeted him with a smile.

Harry approached and asked with concern, "What happened, dear?"

Lily stroked Minerva's hair and whispered, "I was telling Minerva that he can't climb high anymore. There are too many dangers here."

Harry nodded and said to his son, "Minerva, Mom is right. Climbing high places is dangerous. You must be obedient and protect yourself."

Minerva looked at her parents, her eyes full of trust in them. "Okay, Mom and Dad, I promise you." He said solemnly.

Lily smiled and picked up Minerva. "Good girl, we are only doing this for your own good." Her voice was full of motherly love and concern.

After that, Minerva never climbed high again. Whenever he felt like exploring, he would look for something interesting to do in the courtyard or play with his parents.

However, Minerva's curiosity and adventurous spirit never diminished. She began to explore every corner of the castle, and every unknown land filled her with curiosity.

One day, Minerva and Harry were playing together in the castle courtyard. Harry looked at his son's happy expression, and his heart was filled with happiness and gratitude.

"Dad, I want to know every corner of the castle." Minerva suddenly said.

Harry smiled and picked up Minerva. "Okay, let's explore." His voice was full of company and care.

So, the father and son began their adventure in the castle. They walked through the stone-paved paths, walked through the ancient corridors, and explored every secret corner of the castle.

Minerva pointed excitedly at the old portraits on the wall, "Dad, who are these people? Why do they look so strange?"

Harry explained softly, "These are portraits of our ancestors who were once the lords and mistresses of this castle."

Minerva listened with gusto as they continued to walk, exploring every corner of the castle. He asked his father many questions, and Harry did his best to answer them, telling him the history and stories of the castle.