This love is only a memory

Rose and Hugo laughed.

James, Albus and Lily laughed too.

Even Ron and Ginny grinned.

Only Harry wasn't smiling.

Hermione jumped ship.

hermione...

jump ship...

This thought lingered in his mind, like a devil's web wrapped around his heart, and he felt that he was about to suffocate, he was about to die, he would never laugh again, never be happy again.

The game continues.

Ginny sacrificed George, he sacrificed Ron.

And then Ginny sacrificed her dad, and then she sacrificed her mom.

In the end, it was just Ginny and Harry.

What a perfect ending.

"You don't look right." Before leaving, Ron patted him on the shoulder, "This is just a game, don't take it too seriously."

"I know."

"No, you don't understand, you didn't really sacrifice us. Think about it! There is no place where magic cannot be performed, and if there were, Hermione would have a way."

"Yes!"

Hermione always has a way.

Harry tried his best to suppress an unsuccessful smile, and Ron looked very satisfied: "That's right, buddy, cheer up, I don't care as much as you when I play this game."

"So who did you choose?"

"Hermione! Of course it's Hermione!" Ron gave Harry a blank look, obviously feeling that his question was superfluous.

"Hermione picked you too?"

Ron shrugged: "Hermione didn't play the game, the kids thought she was Merlin reincarnated, you know, she's always been so good."

"Yeah, I know."

Ron and Ginny left with their five children. They were going to the Burrow for a family reunion. He and Hermione would have been there too, if it wasn't for the Ministry of Magic's temporary overtime.

"It's time for us to go, too," Hermione said to Harry, standing in front of the fireplace.

"Oh! Oh! Yes!" Harry quickly stood beside her.

A brief silence.

Hermione looked at him, and he looked at Hermione.

"What's the matter?" Finally Harry couldn't help but asked first, "Is there something dirty on my face?"

"Floo, Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Floo."

Harry glanced at the empty cans by the fireplace. Just now, Ginny and the others used up all their stocks.

"I think we can Apparate."

"Yeah, we can." Harry could see the fire in Hermione's eyes, "if some idiot didn't approve the bill against Apparition at the Ministry of Magic last week, we could."

"I did it for the sake of order in the office. Young people nowadays are becoming more and more unruly..."

Hermione interrupted Harry's defense: "It's a pity, anyway, we can't Apparate."

"But at least we can take the subway."

"Then go down the guest aisle." Hermione looked like she was going to explode. "You're an idiot, Harry Potter."

Harry froze.

In his reflection, Hermione had never been so angry with him, for such a big problem.

Just when Harry was about to apologize to Hermione, although he hadn't figured out what was wrong with him, Hermione had already turned around and left the kitchen.

Harry stared blankly at Hermione's back, always feeling that something was wrong.

What exactly is going on?

Have no idea.

Sure enough, he had no talent for thinking.

Harry scratched his head in resignation, his already messy hair was messed up even more by him, when Harry caught up with Hermione with his hair as messy as a chicken coop, Hermione was standing under the streetlight in front of his house. Looking thoughtfully into the distance.

"What are you thinking, Hermione?"

Hermione glanced at him, eyes filled with something Harry couldn't describe.

Harry looked down at himself in bewilderment—

The clothes are not worn backwards, and the socks are not worn wrong...

Just when he was about to ask Hermione what was wrong with him, Hermione had already walked forward.

"Wait for me, Hermione!" Harry trotted after him.

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