Forget

Ten inches, hawthorn wood, with a heart of unicorn hair.

Harry sat on the high-backed chair in the Auror's office, quietly staring at the all-too-familiar wand in front of him.

Memory is really a mysterious and mysterious thing.Many vows of eternal love have never changed until death, disappearing like quicksand without a trace.And those parts that desperately want to forget, hide, and even tamper with, can finally change from blurred to clear, clear to inescapable, clear to unforgettable.

"The book says that it is always harder for people to let go of painful memories. I heard that St. Mungo has seen many such patients these days. Although the war is over, there are still many people who are not easy to walk out of the shadows Come out." During the meeting with Hermione a few days ago, the Perfect Miss, who has already served as the Executive Secretary of the Ministry of Magic, seemed to say something. "St. Mungo's confidentiality work is still very good, you can rest assured about this."

Harry couldn't help but laugh: "You think I'm also a member of post-war trauma syndrome?"

"There are many symptoms of this disease. It is said that some people have some inexplicable obsessions clinically, and are unwilling to devote themselves to new life and work." Hermione was noncommittal.But immediately changed the subject. "Personally, I don't see why you'd give up your position as Minister for Magic."

"Sounds more like you're not getting on well with the Interim Minister," Harry said with a laugh. "Anyway, he also served as a minister in the government-in-exile. It's better than someone like me who doesn't understand anything."

"He doesn't like my way of doing things, and I don't like his old ways. I hope he can reflect on why the Ministry of Magic was reduced to exile during the war." Hermione snorted. "If you hadn't turned down the position, I think my job would be much easier. Besides, you have to know that your voice has always been very high."

"I'm not suitable for that position." Harry shook his head. "I've always wanted to be an Auror. Besides, there are still many Death Eaters who have not been brought to justice. I don't feel relieved to hand over this position to others."

"You are more assertive and responsible than when you were a child, and you are also more stubborn." Hermione sighed. "To be honest, many times I am a little confused whether this change is good or not."

more stubborn?

Harry was a little dazed.Had he done anything stubborn other than resign his appointment as Minister for Magic?

His eyes fell back to the table, and to the broken wand in the middle.

If I had to say it, I probably brought back this wand.

Time was reset to that evening in Hogsmeade.In the tiny attic of the Hog's Head, Harry stood silently.He looked carefully at the mottled wall in front of him, looking through the holes in the masonry one by one.What is he thinking?Or, he didn't think about anything at all.

People cheered the victory of the war and celebrated the dawn brought by Harry Potter who ended the darkness.But Harry found that he couldn't get involved in such joy.

The victory of this war was not due to him alone, and he did not want to take all the credit for himself.What made him even more disturbed was that he was almost vague about what his original intention was.

The story of the savior spreads rapidly, and people are always eager to add more great and beautiful details to this story.In some stories, the savior goes on a journey to save the wizarding world from peril, while in others, vengeance becomes a more acceptable goal.

To avenge her parents, to avenge her teacher.

There were times when Harry almost believed it himself.There were too many entanglements between him and Voldemort, and too many people around him died because of it.Naturally he should have hated Voldemort, naturally he should have settled all entanglements.

But only Harry knew how untenable this reason was.

He saw the departure of many people with his own eyes, and saw himself powerless in front of the mighty Voldemort.Compared with hating Voldemort, he actually hated himself who was not strong enough.He also had doubts about how reliable those so-called prophecies were.He also thought about escaping, and he also had many times when he was powerless.

But he eventually persevered.On the road to being strong, I kept falling down and gritting my teeth to stand up again.On the cruel battlefield, more companions fell beside him, and more enemies perished under his wand.The fragility and bewilderment that once emerged finally collapsed under his courage and toughness.The power of love from his parents flows in his blood, and when this power finally finds an outlet, it will be transformed into a more powerful force, poured into his will, and poured into his belief.

He never thought about what the so-called future should be like. He just walked step by step until he reached the future that should belong to him.

And when he finally arrived here, he suddenly found that he still couldn't grasp anything.The courage that seemed to be pumped up suddenly fell into the void, with nowhere to focus and nowhere to stop.It's like quicksand that has finally been held in the palm of the hand. I want to hold it tighter, but it still flows away, and there is nothing left.

Such a victory is everyone's victory.

— but not my victory.

He didn't know how long he stood there, until Julie cautiously called him, and Harry finally returned to reality from that powerless void.

The on-site investigation was almost done, and the collected evidence was piled up in a box, ready to be brought back to the Ministry for further inspection or preservation.

Harry stopped when he passed the box.He saw the broken wand, lying quietly among the evidence, as ordinary as a tree branch that can be seen everywhere.

Ryan quickly verified that the wand had completely lost its magic power, and no magic could work on it. It was indeed an ordinary branch.

So Harry brought it back.Even Harry didn't know what he was thinking, but when he recovered, the wand was quietly placed on his desk.

Harry was distraught.He couldn't calm down and work.Right now, on the other side of this building, in the Wizengamot, there is a trial going on.

He knew it clearly, and he couldn't stop thinking about it.

An owl flew in through the window, dropped a newspaper on the corner of the table, and walked up and down on the table. Harry casually fished out a few coins from the drawer and stuffed them into the owl's lap pocket. The rewarded owl hooted happily, flapped its wings and flew out of the window again.

—Maybe, there will be something hidden?Didn't those Slytherins always make themselves unpopular?

The broken mark on the wand is still clear, it seems that it was broken by a very powerful force, and there seems to be a faint light golden mark on the crack.

Of course Harry knew what it was.The Iron Armor Curse condensed by the powerful magic power around him would counterattack on its own when it was attacked, and Harry remembered that he had heard the sound of breaking.

——When attacked.

Harry sighed softly.

What are you still clinging to?How long will it take to give up?Do you have to see it with your own eyes, and see the name of that terrible jinx before you stop?

Harry gritted his teeth and opened the drawer.

If there is any way in this world to recall the memory of a broken wand, maybe the Elder Wand can try it.

If the wizard who uses the Elder Wand is not weak, the chances of success will probably be greater.

Harry held the Elder Wand in his hand, and that feeling of uneasiness suddenly swept over him again.

He remembered the name of the curse that the man had whispered in his ear.He wasn't sure if the attempt would work, and he wasn't sure if he'd have the guts to actually see the name.

But he can only try.He couldn't tolerate such an inseparable attachment controlling all his reason and emotion, he had to see it.Perhaps only in this way can he completely remove the thoughts that tormented him from his mind.

So he stood up and took up the Elder Wand.He finally recited the spell, firmly: "Flash back to the previous spell."

Nothing happens.

—Probably, there is really no other way.

Harry smiled wryly.Just when he was about to give up, the broken wand suddenly jumped, and a misty shadow suddenly appeared, quickly gathering into a string of faint characters in the air above.

Harry's breathing stopped.He unconsciously took two steps back, accidentally stepped on the leg of the chair, and fell heavily into the chair.

——how could it be, how could it be?

Cold sweat broke out quickly, and soon covered the entire spine.It was cold and sticky to his shirt, but Harry had no time to care about it.

All his attention was on the string of faint characters, and he didn't even dare to blink.All the pictures about Draco in the memory were spinning rapidly in his mind, and finally they were frozen in the attic of the Pig's Head Bar.

Draco's voice was soft like a raving lover, soft and clear: "Avada Kedavra."

The Elder Wand dropped from his hand and hit the floor with a soft thud.The string of faint characters also drifted away without leaving a trace.

But the string of characters still fell into Harry's eyes and into his heart.It was as if a voice suddenly broke into his mind, and he kept reading the name of the string of characters aloud.

Harry opened his mouth and read out softly:

"Forget everything..."