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Si, you take Harry with you, and you don't have to go back tonight to stay there! "

Sirius nodded, and Harry said anxiously:

"But Professor Dumbledore, I still have a lot..."

The old headmaster reassured:

"I know, I know, good boy, you have too many questions! But just like Sirius said, you really should rest tonight. If you have any questions, I will answer them together tomorrow morning!"

Sirius also persuaded:

"Whatever it is, we'll talk about it tomorrow!! Harry, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else? Apart from your arm?"

Harry paused:

"No, only the arm is injured."

Sirius frowned and stared at Harry suspiciously for two seconds, and finally said:

"Forget it, let's go to the medical wing first! Also, Albus"

Sirius casually pointed to the 'fake Moody' who had been sitting next to us in a coma:

"What is this 'fake Moody' going to do? How did he get in here, and how did he change the trophy into a portkey under everyone's noses, where is the real Professor Moody now—" He gritted his teeth : "Let's wake him up now - or give it to the dementors!!!"

The old headmaster stood up:

"This is my task tonight. Tomorrow morning, I will find out the truth and give you an explanation!"

Sirius stood up with Harry in his arms:

"Don't say that, Albus—"

The old principal waved his hand:

"Take Harry - Ron, you stay and help me -"

Heartbeat

January 1994, 1

I've always thought keeping a diary was a bit of a sissy thing, so it's a bit disdainful for a man to keep a diary every day—Dean, for example.I never thought I would sit here and write this!Hermione went to the library to look for information, Harry went to Hagrid with the golden egg in his arms, and I didn't bother to go to the emergency room alone. I couldn't sleep sitting on the bed, and my mind was a bit dull, but of course it was more panic.

Being friends with Malfoy is something I never thought about, in fact, I almost grew up hearing the name Malfoy!I heard from my father that the Weasley family and the Malfoy family have always been enemies in the world. This kind of hatred is passed down from the ancestors. "We must try our best to abide by it"——Mom disdains, saying that "our ancestors also said that we must restore What about the honor of the family, why don’t I see you abide by it?!”, Dad pretended not to hear——Dad and old Malfoy are mortal enemies. This is something that the whole magic world knows, Dad can’t wait for old Malfoy, no, it’s Malfoy This surname has never appeared in this world - I guess old Malfoy feels the same way - I have been hearing it every day since I was a child, what is old Malfoy doing today - Mom is really too lazy to listen, Dad Every day when I come back, I can only chatter with us—how disgusting is this insidious poisonous snake, etc., so I can say that I already knew Draco as soon as I came out of my mother's womb.

When I saw Draco for the first time on the train back to school, I thought this annoying kid was exactly what I thought, a complete spoiled bastard, of course he held his head high. The ridiculous appearance of his small thin neck really makes people laugh.I thought that there would be no entanglements with him in the future. After all, I usually ignore people I hate.It's just that things backfired, I failed to follow our family's "legacy" obediently, but he came here to find fault every day like a bloody chicken!Harry was at a point, and the friction with him was getting bigger and bigger. I didn't feel much at first, and gradually my disgust for him gradually deepened.But some things are very strange. For example, Harry and I hated Hermione so much at the beginning, but we became best friends with her. For example, it was just my whim, but I didn't expect to be friends with Draco A wedge.

It’s unbelievable to think about it now. Draco has many habits and problems that are unbearable. He is not as brave and kind as Harry, nor as smart and outstanding as Hermione. Instant insult belittles two of my best friends!He's a Slytherin, not to mention his dad!It's incredible to think about it now - how did I stick to being 'friends' with him? !

Everyone has his two sides, this sentence is really right.As long as there is a little contact - positive contact - you can find an interesting phenomenon. Draco's meanness and insidiousness are all caused by his unconscious self-imposed strange 'protective color' on the outside-I still don't understand Why would someone be like this—as long as he gets acquainted with him and becomes what he thinks is "his own person", then he will relax and show the rest of him without reservation—this is a normal person Quite the opposite isn't it? !The more I get in touch, the more I can find that Draco is really not as annoying as everyone imagined, and no one will believe it if I say it. Draco is surprisingly innocent. When I am with him, I don't feel disgusted or difficult , but still very relaxed and happy.This is not to say that being with Harry and Hermione will not be easy, but there seems to be a difference between this kind of "relaxation" and "pleasure".

Things are starting to go wrong.I still remember that the weather was exceptionally good that day, and it shone on people, making people feel lazy.After class, he was sitting by the Black Lake with Harry and Hermione, and Draco was sitting not too far away with a few Slytherins. Ni said something, and a burst of wanton laughter erupted around him.It is undeniable that anyone who smiles from the heart can always be particularly infectious.I looked at Draco through the crowd, his handsome appearance was shining in the sun, I don't know if it was because of the dazzling sun, his bright smile, or an unintentional joke of Cupid, I felt a An unknown thing hit my heart directly, and my heart couldn't help beating heavily: Draco never seemed to laugh like a "normal person"—as far as I know, except When I sneaked into the Muggle world-his usual expression was either sarcasm or arrogant, as if looking down on anyone at any time-to be honest, it was really annoying-but this smile is different, that It was too bright, as if the unknown emotion was directly transmitted from his face to my heart through the breeze!I froze there directly, everything around me seemed to have quieted down, and the voices of Harry and Hermione gradually faded away, and I could clearly hear the beating sound of my heart "thumping" and "thumping".Draco happened to look over too, met my blank stare, raised his eyebrows and raised a smirk.I turned my head hastily as if I had been caught doing something bad, and didn't dare to look over there again.

The situation that day was like a switch. Since then, that inexplicable emotion has been out of control. I will be happy to see Draco, and I will be happy to take Potions class with him. I clearly know this " "Happy" is so different from the joy of being with Harry and the others, and there is something similar to excitement and panic mixed in it.But I never got to the bottom of it.I have always had the ability to put the things I don’t want to know or remember in the bottom of my heart and ignore them—simply put, it’s a complete escape—for example, the “previous life” like a dream, or Talking about why Draco made friends with his most despised and hated "enemy" and showed such joy in it, why Draco alone treated me differently in the whole of Hogwarts--I didn't make it up Passionate, he really never looks anyone in the eye - the answer is slowly coming out, I feel that maybe Draco already knows all this, but I don't think I know anything, I don't want to think , I don't want to believe it, I intuitively feel that answer is too dangerous, all I know is that Draco is a special good friend, that's all!

It's just that the more you don't want to face things, the sooner they will appear in front of you.When I received that dress gown, the sweetness in my heart—hope I didn’t use that word—was almost irrepressible, and I knew I couldn’t lie to myself anymore.Fortunately, because of Harry, I consciously or unconsciously keep myself extremely busy every day, acting as if nothing had happened and being impeccable.Just seeing the ignorant and ignorant Draco, there will always be a slight irritability in my mind. I told myself: nothing happened, nothing happened, everything is fine, everything is normal.isn't it?

oath

Both Harry and Hermione looked at me in surprise, I blinked and sat back again:

"Well, Harry, I'll see you later—"

Sirius gave me a thoughtful look, and walked out of the office with Harry and Hermione nodding to the old headmaster.As the door of the office was closed, the old principal sat slumped in the large chair behind him.Rubbing his face tiredly.I asked worriedly:

"Professor Dumbledore, are you all right?"

The old headmaster let out a deep breath:

"I'm fine—hope I'm sincere enough!"

I'm a little apprehensive:

"professor--"

The old professor smiled:

"Just whining, my boy, don't worry!"

I breathed a sigh of relief—the mysterious man was resurrected, Harry narrowly escaped death, and the Death Eaters used Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be Professor Moody in Hogwarts for a whole year. If the headmaster hadn't stood so firmly and confidently at the front, I really don't know how bad things would be.I carefully looked up at the old headmaster, the old headmaster just laughed:

"Have you had enough tonight?"

I nodded with lingering fear:

"You-Know-Who's back... What should we do? Go inform the Ministry of Magic and tell them to send Aurors—duoduo sent—to find..."

The old headmaster interrupted me with a wave of his hand, and focused his gaze on the door behind me, as if he wanted to see something through the door. His voice was low and far away, and he answered the question:

"Although I don't want to admit it, I'm really old! If what happened to you at school a few years ago was caused by me intentionally or unintentionally, then what happened tonight is completely out of my control... Ron , everyone makes mistakes, the important thing is that we can discover and correct them in time! I am too arrogant, I always think that as long as I am in Hogwarts, I can guarantee that you will be safe—I underestimate Voldemort— —Have you ever heard a famous Muggle saying: 'There is only a fine line between a genius and a madman'!"

I blinked - of course I had!The old principal didn't wait for my answer, and continued:

"I have to admit that Voldemort is an out-and-out genius, but he has gone too far—how far can a lunatic go?"

I frowned:

"What do we do now? What is this Barty Crouch going to do?"

The old principal withdrew his gaze, glanced at the fake Moody who was paralyzed beside him, and said casually:

"I'll deal with him!"

Just as I was about to speak, the door in the office suddenly slammed.

"Come in--"

Professor Frivy ran in sweating profusely:

"Albus, something is wrong—"

Seeing that there were only me and the principal in the office, I was stunned for a moment, but still said anxiously:

"We found Moody—it's true—dying—"

The old principal frowned:

"Where are the people?"

"He was sent to the medical room by us!"

The old principal stood up and sat down again:

"You follow to see, to ensure the safety of Professor Moody!"

"But——" Professor Frivy finally fixed his eyes on the fake Moody: "What about this man? Give it to the Ministry of Magic? People from the Ministry of Magic are here, clamoring to see you, and Digger Mr. and Mrs. Minerva and Mrs. Weasley won't last long—"

The old principal frowned:

"Tell the people in the Ministry of Magic that the fake Moody escaped, and I took the Severus people to chase after him!"

Professor Frivy was dumbfounded:

"What... what?!"

The old headmaster sighed:

"Do as I say, Frivy, trust me—"

Professor Freevi looked at the old headmaster hesitantly for a while, and finally sighed:

"I hope you know what you're doing, Albus!"

Saying that he refused to look at us any more, turned around and left.The office door was closed again.I also looked at the old headmaster in surprise, the old headmaster sighed and said:

"how?"

"Why not give this fake Moody to the Ministry of Magic?"

The old principal shook his head:

"Trust me, Ron, that's definitely not a good idea! Well, since you're looking at me like that, let me ask you—what do you think Fudge is going to do with all this happening at Hogwarts?"

I hesitate:

"Do your best to help?"

The old principal sneered:

"Even you can see that he won't 'try his best' to help! No, he will take this opportunity to make the most of things, in order to maximize his own interests—"

I worry about:

"Isn't it? What time is it now? If he doesn't catch the mysterious man, he still wants to fight against us?"

The old headmaster pinched his twisted nose wearily:

"He won't believe it, and maybe he will think that we are trying to shirk our responsibility by making up such a lie about Voldemort's resurrection!"

I said anxiously:

"how come?!"

The old principal continued:

"Thinking about it from another angle, unlike us who have experienced the past few years, how can ordinary people believe our 'nonsense'? How can the dead be resurrected?! And this happens to be the last thing we can explain publicly part!!"

I was speechless, unable to refute for a while.The old principal ignored me and just continued:

"That's not all. Although I have been devoid of politics these years and have devoted myself to Hogwarts, I still have a certain prestige and arrangement in the Ministry of Magic. But I believe that after tomorrow morning, those who really belong to us in the Ministry of Magic will definitely be punished." Fudge is all cleaned up, which means that the best situation now is that we have to face Voldemort ourselves-"

I was about to fidget, panicked and said:

"Professor Dumbledore—"

The old headmaster raised his head and looked straight into my eyes:

"Seven Horcruxes, we only eliminated two, and the whereabouts of five are still unknown! There is not so much time for us to find slowly, 'Darkness will eventually come', step out of this room, whether you are adults or not , you are going to face the same brutal war as Harry suffered tonight, Ron, are you afraid?"

I took a deep breath, my heart strangely calmed down, and said with a wry smile:

"Scared! But it doesn't seem to be that scary—"

The old principal showed a smile:

"Good boy, don't be afraid! Your parents, brothers, friends—maybe a lover—they'll be with you through this!"

"As for Voldemort, he has only one person, leading his desperadoes assembled by cruelty and fear. They will never understand why we insist on justice, why we risk our lives and refuse to compromise, why To sacrifice ourselves and refuse to let them go! They will never understand how precious the things they despise are, for those, we will give up everything and be fearless, right?"

Feeling the old headmaster's gentle gaze, I felt my strength gradually recovering in my body, and whispered:

"Um……"

The old headmaster smiled again and said seriously:

"Although I have made too many promises in the past few years-but I have broken my promise every year-I hope that I, a bad old man, still have your last trust! I swear, even if I die, I will not let Voldemort succeed! !"

布置

The old headmaster finished talking with me and told me that after he interrogated the fake Moody tonight, he would explain the matter to us tomorrow, and repeatedly asked me to promise not to pay too much attention to the Horcrux part—so as not to be seen What a show—then left the fake Moody alone in his office and led me to the medical wing.I went to see Harry, and the old Headmaster went to see how the real Professor Moody was doing.All the way to the hospital wing in silence, Harry was already asleep, Hermione and Sirius were sitting on the side of his bed, the old headmaster approached the bed, touched Harry's head, and asked in a low voice:

"Harry okay?"

Sirius also lowered his voice and replied:

"Well, I just fell asleep after laying down for a while!" Bobby said." He closed his eyes fiercely, as if trying to suppress something, and said bluntly: "Harry must have suffered from the Cruciatus Curse tonight, and more than one--"

The old headmaster's hand froze slightly on top of Harry's head. I looked at Hermione in disbelief, and Hermione nodded feebly. I was shocked:

"Merlin"

Sirius took a deep breath, stroked Harry's forehead lovingly, and said in a low voice with obvious distress and pride in his tone:

"Harry is great!!"

The old headmaster stood up straight and let out a long sigh:

"Of course!"

Sirius raised his head, gritted his teeth and said:

"Have you asked clearly, that Barty Crouch!!"

The old principal shook his head:

"Not yet, I'll go see Moody first."

Sirius frowned:

"I just went to see him, and he's still comatose, and Poppy said he's not life-threatening—"

The old headmaster nodded:

"Where is anyone?"

"Frivie, Minerva, and Molly and Arthur."

The old headmaster glanced at me:

"Arthur is coming too?"

Sirius sneered:

"It's not just Arthur, Fudge has brought more than a dozen people from the Ministry of Magic here, as if they want to 'catch you'! Arthur heard that something happened, so he rushed here together!"

The old principal frowned:

"Everyone from the Ministry of Magic is here?"

Sirius tucked Harry in the quilt:

"Sent away by Minerva—she told them Karkaroff's escape direction!!"

The old principal raised his leg again:

"I'm going to see Moody—"

Sirius also stood up:

"I will go with you--"

When I heard that my father was coming, I quickly followed:

"Hermione?"

Hermione shook her head:

"You go, I want to watch Harry here!"

I nodded and followed Sirius.Sirius led us to another ward. As soon as the door was opened, it was full of people. Several professors, Mrs. Penrad, parents, and Bill saw us coming in. Everyone came up to welcome us. Dad asked first. road:

"Albus, we've all heard - Sirius said - You-Know-Who is back?! Is that true?!"

There was a suffocating silence in the whole room, and everyone stared at the old headmaster with breathless concentration. The old headmaster said calmly:

"Yes."

There were panting sounds one after another, and the little Professor Frivey screamed out first:

"Albus, are you crazy?! The mysterious man died a long time ago, more than ten years ago!!!" He softened his tone: "We all know that the biggest tragedy in more than ten years happened tonight— ——Potter and Mr. Diggory were kidnapped by villains in Hogwarts, and Mr. Diggory Jr. lost his young life—but we can’t do everything because of dead people—time Just a coincidence - you just say it was the work of You-Know-Who, Albus, you should calm down"

As he spoke, he looked around, scanning the people in the ward one by one, as if he was looking for someone to support his point of view, but he was destined to be disappointed, everyone was silent, Professor McGonagall tightly pursed his mouth , Mrs. Penrad pinched the corner of her clothes tightly, and her mother shook, and was embraced by her father.Professor Frivy glanced around in despair, and finally looked at the old principal pleadingly, and the old principal spoke calmly again:

"Voldemort is back."

Professor Frivy staggered back two steps, sternly shouted:

"Impossible! This is pure nonsense!! I don't believe it!!!"

The old professor just looked at him and didn't speak anymore.Sirius said seriously:

"What Albus said is true! Harry was taken away by mysterious people tonight—"

Professor Flitwick opened his mouth in harmony, and finally said with difficulty:

"Maybe maybe just some 'regular' Death Eaters"

Sirius squeezed out a mean smirk:

"Since when are Death Eaters 'normal' and 'not normal'? If you insist on thinking like that—whatever!"

The little professor's face was pale, and he stammered after a while:

"No matter what you say, I don't believe it. What a nightmare tonight! Anyway, I have to go back to rest"

Standing beside Bill, I couldn't help opening my mouth and said:

"Professor Frivy"

The old professor shook his head at me, but the little professor ignored me and stumbled out of the medical wing.

"Professor Dumbledore, why not?"

The old principal shook his head wearily:

"He will think clearly, but he can't accept the reality for a while!"

I can't help being disappointed, if even Professor Frivy doesn't believe it, how many people can we convince that our Mysterious Man is back?I looked up at my father, his face was tense, and he said hoarsely:

"What's next, Albus?"

The old headmaster paused for a moment, but did not answer his father, turned around and asked:

"Bobby, how's Moody?"

Mrs. Penrad trembled and said:

"He's fine and he'll wake up tomorrow morning"

The old principal patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, and Mrs. Penrad sat down on the hospital bed, and finally couldn't help crying:

"Albus Merlin"

Professor McGonagall put her arms around her shoulders, and I could clearly see the hands on Mrs. Penrad's shoulders trembling slightly.The old headmaster was silent for a moment, and said:

"Arthur, come with me, the two of us will interrogate Barty Crouch Jr. tonight—"

Dad frowned:

"Who?!"

The old principal did not explain, and continued with a wave of his hand:

"You'll find out in a minute! Sirius, you're here to watch Harry. Minerva, the Ministry of Magic will definitely be coming tomorrow, and I'll avoid seeing them - I don't have time to play' tricks with them." ' game, you try to hold them back—and don't let them see Severus!"

I just realized that Snape wasn't here.

"Don't say anything, just tell them Voldemort is back—"

Professor McGonagall said with difficulty:

"You know it's impossible—no one will believe it!"

The old principal shook his head:

"We can only hope that there are a few more sensible people. In any case, this news must be released—"

"But, you"

The old headmaster gave the final word:

"I don't have time to think so much, so let's do it! Arthur, let's go—"

Dad let go of Mom:

"Watch the kids—"

Following the old principal, he strode out of the medical wing.

烦扰

I stayed one night in the medical wing with Mum and Bill.Early the next morning, as soon as we got up, the old headmaster and Dad came together with tired faces. Dad's eyes were red - it looked like he hadn't slept all night - strode over and kissed Kiss Mom on the Cheek:

"How about it?"

Mom gave Dad a hug back:

"Everything is fine—"

Sirius couldn't wait to ask next to him:

"Albus, how is it?"

The old headmaster looked around:

"Where's Harry?"

"Still asleep—"

The old headmaster nodded and said:

"Let's talk together when Ha wakes up."

Sirius frowned:

"It's not necessary"

The old principal said lightly:

"It's time for Harry to know something about these things."

Sirius disagreed:

"Harry's still a kid!"

"I'm afraid Voldemort doesn't care about that—"

Mother gasped and begged:

"Please, Albus—"

Sirius also pulled his face down, pursing his lips reluctantly.Dad patted Sirius on the shoulder comfortingly. Sirius sighed and said discouragedly:

"If you insist on that, I can't stop you—"

He said and led everyone to Harry's ward.Harry is awake and visibly refreshed, and sees us coming in:

"Sirius, Professor Dumbledore, I'm going to find you—"

Sirius walked to the hospital bed in two steps, and pressed Harry's shoulder:

"Don't move around, just stay there!"

Harry couldn't laugh or cry:

"I'm long gone! Come on, Sirius—"

Sirius stubbornly pressed Harry on the bed, and the old headmaster said gently:

"Harry, how are you feeling?"

Harry whispered:

"Fortunately."

The old headmaster sat down beside the bed:

"Since everyone is here, let's talk about what happened to that fake Moody—"

It turned out that the fake Moody was the son of Barty Crouch who died in Hogwarts for no reason a while ago—Barty Crouch Jr. He should have died in Azkaban more than ten years ago, by chance By coincidence, he was rescued by his father who had exchanged his post, and has been imprisoned at home all this time.Barty Crouch Jr. is Voldemort's "die loyal". He finally escaped before school started and found his master through the Dark Mark released at the Quidditch World Cup.He and another Death Eater he brought with him attacked Professor Moody and lurked around Hogwarts disguised as Moody, just to get Harry out of the school and hand him over to his master.Fortunately, Harry was lucky and escaped.Seeing that Harry came back alive, little Barty finally showed his feet and was caught by Hermione and me in time.It is worth mentioning that during the game, Krum's abnormality was also his fault.Mrs. Penrad temporarily set up a dining table in the ward, and everyone sat around, quietly listening to the old principal and father finish talking, and looking at each other.Harry sat between his mother and Sirius, tightly pinching the tablecloth by his hand, his fingers turned pale, and he spoke after a while:

"Professor Dumbledore, have you handed him over to the Ministry of Magic?"

The old principal and father looked at each other, shook their heads and said:

"No—don't worry, we'll take care of him—"

Harry paused, raised his head with difficulty:

"How are the Diggory and his wife now?"

The old headmaster looked sympathetic:

"They left Hogwarts with little Diggory's body last night."

Harry paused again, lowered his head slowly, his mother hugged Harry in her arms, and kissed the top of his hair, unable to say a word, Harry obediently fell into his mother's arms, closing his eyes. He closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.Dad also stretched out his hand, and hugged Mom and the two of them by the side. No one spoke for a while, Hermione couldn't help letting out a small sob, and Bill patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.Sirius looked at Harry, and spoke first after a while:

"We have to do something, Albus!"

The old headmaster nodded:

"Yeah, there is no time left for us to grieve. Voldemort has returned, and Harry made it very clear that he gathered back his heinous Death Eaters last night and waited We must also be strong, unite all forces that can be united, and prepare for war—”

Everyone's expressions turned serious, even Harry opened his eyes:

"What are we going to do, Professor Dumbledore?"

The old headmaster said softly:

"I don't think you are needed right now, my children. You are still too young. The only thing you need to do is to stay at Hogwarts and try your best to keep yourself safe!"

The old principal quickly left the medical wing.Because of the death, Hogwarts had a holiday three days in advance, and the Ministry of Magic hastily awarded Harry the trophy and bonus of the Triwizard Tournament. Harry insisted on not wanting it at first, and then simply lent all the bonus to Harry. Twins, count as supporting their "cause".For the first time, there was no holiday joy, because everyone was worried, especially the students of Huffpuff, and since Digory's body was brought back, no one had smiled again, Digory His girlfriend, Qiu Zhang, cried even more heartbroken.Harry was unusually silent, and he had spoken less than ten words in a few days—I know, he was too guilty for Digory's death—he kept blaming himself for Digory's death— — Hermione and I have nothing to do, we can only accompany him silently.Draco hasn't appeared in public at all these days, and I'm in a state of confusion. When Harry came back, he specifically told me that he saw old Malfoy that night. .At the dinner party on the last night, Draco finally appeared. He sat quietly at the long table in Slytherin. Our eyes touched each other inadvertently, and then moved away tacitly. As the ground sinks, I understand that with the unexpected return of the mysterious man, we will no longer have any possibility of being friends, we can only be enemies.As the old principal stood in the middle of the auditorium without hesitation and announced the return of the mysterious man, this year finally came to an end.

After I returned home with the twins and Ginny, I locked myself in the room and was too lazy to go out. The mysterious man came back. Sirius and Dad were very busy every day, and they must want to do as much as possible for the future confrontation with the mysterious man. Prepare, but they don't know that it is not that simple to defeat Voldemort. With the existence of Horcruxes, it is like an impossible task. Now the entire wizarding world is tied to Professor Dumbledore alone. Thinking of the sour and tired face of the old headmaster the night Harry came back, and his "I'm really old" Nannie, I couldn't help feeling sad, and secretly blamed the injustice of God: Why did the mysterious person Resurrection, why not let him die ten years ago? !And now he has been reborn with Harry's flesh and blood. I know that Mom and Dad have not slept for several nights, and they must be worrying about the future situation.I put my hands behind my head and looked at the roof blankly. Sometimes I really hate myself for being weak. If I am not so incompetent, or if I can be smarter and more mature, can I help Professor Dumbledore or Ha? profit.And Draco, this was a mistake from the very beginning, I knew his father was an out-and-out villain and murderer, but I still let my curiosity-seeking psychology approach him a little bit, so that it is so annoying now

"Ron? Are you sleeping?"

I looked up, it was Dad.

Chapter 132

"Not yet, Dad, what's the matter?"

Dad came in and closed the door:

"It's okay, it's just that I found out that you didn't go down for dinner tonight?"

I nodded:

"I was too lazy to move, so I ate in my room - the twins just brought me two pies."

Dad sat directly on the edge of the bed, reached out and stroked my hair, I turned my head away:

"Hey, Dad, I'm not a kid anymore!"

Dad laughed:

"Of course, of course, our little Ronnie is a 'big man'!"

"Hey--"

Seeing that I was not happy, Dad was even more overjoyed:

"Don't be mad, I just remembered that when you were a kid you cried 24 and a half out of 23 hours a day - of course that half hour was eating - I mean, even if you couldn't catch your breath, Still don’t forget to eat!!”

I couldn't help laughing too.

"Your mother and I have been saying that there are seven children in the family, only you are the most difficult to coax! You don't play like a baby like other children, and you don't want to get close to anyone, like you hate everyone who gets close to you ——Remember, when you were little, the twins even said you were a devil's child, an out-and-out freak!"

My heart tightened, and I smiled and said:

"Yeah, I almost forgot that the most unpopular person ever in this house wasn't Percy, it was me—"

Dad rubbed my head again, remembering:

"You cry all the time, refuse any communication, even at the age of four, you still can't speak, your mother is terrified, and holds you in her arms every day no matter where you go. We really have no choice, so we go to Albus, Albus said that your illness is difficult to cure in the wizarding world, so you can only go to the Muggle world for help—the Muggle world has a special treatment for the disease called "autism"—poor Muggle Doctor Gua, it was ruined by you two!"

I also think of that time, I'm lazy