HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter 180 Chatting

Descending to the first floor, Ann took Harry through the hall, opened the door, and sat on the top step with the door open. The two of them could see the stars in the sky and the drowsy man not far away. Two Death Eaters.

"Won't Hermione and Ron hear the door opening?" Harry asked in a low voice, pointing to the two Death Eaters not far away.

"Not tonight. It's even more impossible for them to hear it. As long as we are within the protection range of the Fidelity Curse, they won't notice when we blow up the house." Ann said with a smile, opened a can of beer and handed it to Harry. "You've only ever had butterbeer, have you?"

Harry took the beer and took a sip. "When I was on Privet Drive, I secretly drank a can of German dark beer in the refrigerator. However, it was very difficult to drink."

"Haha, I don't really like the taste of dark beer." Ann said, opened a can for himself, and took a sip. "The stars are beautiful tonight."

"Yeah." Harry held his beer and looked at the sky.

"Are you nervous about going to the Ministry of Magic the day after tomorrow?"

"A little bit, but I'm not afraid," said Harry, "and I believe you should have prepared more than we thought. Dumbledore's choice of you to be President of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​a very good choice."

"Praise me?" Ann said, looking at Harry.

"No, I'm serious," said Harry. "Even though I can't say I know Dumbledore that well, I think he made the right choice."

"A Slytherin is more suitable than a Gryffindor?" Ann said with a self-deprecating smile.

"I thought, actually," said Harry, "that we're alike in some ways."

Ann raised an eyebrow.

"For example, they are all orphans, and their parents were killed by Voldemort! The Sorting Hat also considered sending me to Slytherin House, but I finally chose Gryffindor. This is my own choice."

"This choice is the same as your choice to join the Order of the Phoenix. It's your choice," Harry said.

"You think I regret it?"

"I don't know." Harry said calmly, taking another swig of beer, "I don't know, just like I don't know why Dumbledore chose me, he asked me to destroy Horcruxes, but many things don't Explain clearly. Crossing the river by feeling the stones in the dark, he told me this sentence, and that's how I feel now."

"Sometimes I'm confused, I don't know if I can complete his mission in the end." Harry said, "Although we have so many things now, the support of the Order of the Phoenix, the sword of Gryffindor..."

Harry opened another can of beer himself and took a swig.

"You will succeed." Ann squinted his eyes and looked at the roofs of the houses across the square and said, "As long as it's the three of you, you will succeed."

"why?"

"Because you are the Gryffindor trio!" Ann said in an affirmative tone.

"This again?" Harry frowned. "I heard you say it when I was in the lower grades. What does it mean?"

Ann took the beer can and touched Harry's beer can, and leaned against the door frame and said lazily, "It literally means, there are some things that only the three of you can do, and only the three of you can do, I After all, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​just a support, and you are destined to be at the forefront."

Harry took a big sip of beer and shook his head, "I think you and the Order of the Phoenix are very useful, not just as a support, at least so far, the three of us have done nothing."

Ann smiled and opened another can of beer, "Dumbledore once told me not to follow a certain road, but the best road we choose now, I didn't understand what he meant before , Now I probably understand a little bit. What he means is that the direction of the road will not be changed by one or two forces. This is the general trend. But with hard work, small things can be changed, such as making the road smoother , but all major nodes, it will not change, and it is best not to let it change.”

"Harry," Ann said while holding the beer bottle, "do you know the current situation, if you want to be a general, what is the opponent's KING?"

"Voldemort?" Harry said instinctively. "As long as we can finally kill him, we'll be general."

"Yes." Ann leaned against the door frame with a lazy look, "However, maybe you didn't realize that he is very important, but what is more important is this low series of logical relationships. He is a representative, a magic world so important. The core of a contradiction that has existed for many years, that of pure-bloods and half-bloods, Muggles, the rise of a new power class that threatens the rule of the old class. He is a leader, but a very powerful and extreme leader."

"Why are you telling me this?" said Harry. "I don't understand. You mean, if Voldemort hadn't appeared, there would have been a war?"

"Oh, smart." Ann said, "Don't be in a hurry to refute. I'm just complaining. Maybe this will help you understand some of Dumbledore's actions when he was young."

"Uh--I'm pulling away again." Ann said, raising the beer can in his hand and touching the beer can in Harry's hand, "Stop talking about that, let's talk about Ron, this is what I am today Let me tell you the main point of the conversation."

"Ron?" Harry was a little confused by Ann's change of mind so quickly.

"Yeah, he's not quite right lately." Ann said, "Have you guys talked?"

"He—" Harry paused, he glanced at Ann, and then lowered his head to stare at the beer can in his hand, "He's just in a bad state, just like he used to play Quidditch, he's actually super powerful , it’s just that when you’re depressed, you don’t do well, uh, you behave worse.”

"Oh? You think so?" Ann looked at Harry.

Holding the beer can, Harry felt for the first time that Ann's amber pupils were like Dumbledore's blue eyes, able to see what was going on in his mind.

"Okay." Harry compromised, "We had a chat two days ago, and he felt that you shouldn't talk about him all the time recently, and he felt that he was useless. After that, there was silence and his complaints between us, And Hermione, who thinks we're taking sides with you..."

"But," said Harry immediately, "Ron just made a mistake like he did in the Goblet of Fire in fourth year. You know he's in the Burrow," Harry explained, using Hermione's comforting words back then. Well, he has to compete with so many brothers at home, but they are so good, I am not saying that Ron is not good, but he is a little worse than before."

Taking another sip of beer, Harry thought it would wake him up a bit, "Besides, this time he is my best friend, he risked so much to come out to accompany me, but you ran out as the president of the Order of the Phoenix... .”

Harry scratched his head, feeling like he couldn't explain himself.

"I understand." Ann said suddenly.

Harry held the beer can and looked at Ann.

"He has a heart knot, thinking that you don't value him, and he even thinks he is dispensable. He probably told you that he is your best friend, why didn't you help him when I said him? Bar?"

Harry blushed a little, staring at the beer can in his hand, and nodded.

"I helped him. Yesterday, I didn't mean to choke you. I know a lot about the Order of the Phoenix."

Ann waved his hand, "I can understand Ron's mood, because he is probably the easiest person among the three of you."

Harry looked at Ann in surprise.

"Relatively speaking, he is the most ordinary person." Ann took a sip of beer, "I'm not saying that you and Hermione are complicated, but that you have a little less experience than him in certain aspects."

Ann couldn't help laughing and became gentle, "Hermione is smart, so she can handle things in this area very well, but she has occasional exceptions."

"And you have a bigger goal now, and you have a good intuition." Ann said, shaking the beer can in his hand, "You and Hermione can both understand Ron's feelings, but with your Way, Ron won't use it. If you give him a few more months, like the fourth grade, he might finally understand it again."

"Of course he will," said Harry firmly.

"Heh—" Ann smiled, opened another can of beer for Harry, and the two touched each other.

"It's a pity that there is not enough time. You are going to the Ministry of Magic the day after tomorrow."

"Ann? You mean—"

"Tomorrow is a good time, let me clear up the conflict." An said with narrowed eyes, "Now it's inevitable that we will backfire."

"???" Harry looked at Ann puzzled.

"It means to take advantage of the opportunity to quarrel." Ann said, "Just like I did to you in the fifth grade, after a quarrel, don't you stop talking to Umbridge? When you quarrel tomorrow, Just help Ron."

"But you?" Harry said hesitantly, thinking quickly in his mind, and took another swig of beer, "Don't Hermione know?"

"She will definitely not agree." Ann said, "She knows intellectually that this can be done, but she knows the inside story, and emotionally she will not allow me to do such a thankless thing."

With a blush of embarrassment on her face, Ann said, "I am an exception to her, and of course, she is also an exception to me." After thinking about what she just said, Ann took a big sip of beer and smiled happily, "No Wrong, they are exceptions to each other."

Harry couldn't help but think of the time when he met Hermione in the Gryffindor common room in the middle of the night sorting out the transfiguration notes alone, and after Hermione became the prefect, she silently dealt with a lot of Gryffindor students outside of her authority. The mischief incident of the Leitlin prefects.

Harry took a swig of his beer and said enviously, "That's nice."

"Hee hee." Ann smirked, "After you finish everything, I think Ginny will wait for you at the same place."

Harry blushed, and he stammered a bit, "Yeah, but I'm not sure if I can—"

Ann patted Harry on the shoulder, "There will definitely be a day, you 'savior' can't back down on this matter. After everything is dusted, have a good relationship, you deserve it."

"It feels good to chat and eat under the big beech tree in front of Hogwarts Lake. Believe me, I have experience in this." Ann added.

Harry blushed even more, "I, I have experience too..."

"Oh~~" An smiled strangely, "So you've already done it..."

Harry drank the beer in the jug in his hand in one gulp.

At this time, the bell of a small church on Grimmauld Square rang suddenly, and the bell rang 12 times. Two dozing Death Eaters were awakened. After looking around and seeing the church bell, They couldn't help cursing a few words in a low voice, wrapped their clothes tightly around them, leaned against the railing and fell asleep again.

"Harry." Ann raised the beer can in his hand, Harry looked at Ann, "Happy birthday."

"Uh—" Harry was momentarily moved and didn't know what to say, and finally he said, "Thank you, Ann."

Ann smiled slightly, took out something from her pocket and handed it to Harry, "Birthday present."

Harry took it, and in his hand was a small square wooden sign, half the size of a palm, with 26 letters engraved on it, and the letters B, A, S, and SS engraved on the top.

"What's this?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Oh, I got it wrong. This is the magic card to contact me." Ann said and took out another thing from her pocket. It was a photo of Ginny smiling brightly while standing in the garden of the Burrow.

"I asked her, and she said she can give it to you." Ann said with a smile, and handed over the photo.

Harry took the photo and stared at the person in it without blinking.

"There's something behind it." Ann reminded.

Harry turned to the back of the photo, and there was a line of handwritten English on it: Support you to do whatever you want, only one thing, remember to come back.Signed by Ginny Molly Weasley

Harry felt his nose sore, he hurriedly stuffed the photo into the donkey skin bag hanging around his neck, then drank a big gulp of beer, and pretended to say hello, "How do you use this magic card?"

"Oh, this is inspired by Hermione's transformed gold coin." Ann said, pulled out her wand and clicked on the magic card, and the 26 letters on it began to move into a word: message

He took out a similar one from his pocket, and sure enough, he received the word 'message' on it.

"Although Hermione has a mobile phone, I forgot that except for the cities, most of the countryside in the UK has no mobile phone signal. For the convenience of communication, this magic card is for you. The letters B, A, and S on it are the alert level of Phoenix , and now it's a B-rank."

"Oh, this is very convenient." Harry said, "Is this how you communicate in the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Not necessarily. The Order of the Phoenix has more ways to communicate. Sometimes we use Muggle trash cans to communicate. I dress like a Muggle, and it is sometimes safer to mix with Muggles without using any magic at all. After all, the mysterious man now wants to The rule is stable, and he only cracks down on disobedient ones. Besides, London is a big city with a large population, so they can't find it."

Harry nodded.

"Okay." Ann waved her wand to gather the scattered beer cans together and finally formed a ball.The ball was thrown halfway across the square, and the garbage fell into a large trash can in the square accurately and silently.

"Great!" Harry praised.

"I often use the floating spell." An said with a smile, "Let's go back. Go to bed early. By the way, I won't be soft-spoken tomorrow."

"I know," said Harry. "You and Hermione are the same in deciding to do something."

"That's right." Ann said, "Promise me to keep it a secret?"

"Absolutely! Thank you for the birthday present."

Going up to the second floor, standing in the living room, Ann watched Harry go up to the third floor.His eyes flickered for a while, and An sat down on the sofa in the living room, turned his head and glanced at the bedroom door, and An closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa.

You smell of alcohol, so don't go in.

Ann woke up just after the genius was polished. She looked at her watch, and it was a few minutes before six o'clock.Standing up and stretching, Ann quietly opened the bedroom door.

Hermione was still asleep, and Ann took down her backpack and robe from the coat rack.In the morning light, she wrote another small note, and sent the note to the bedside table with her magic wand, and Ann closed the door.

The author has something to say:

I just finished the sixth-level exam in the afternoon, and the composition was really drunk.And translation.

Hee hee, Father's Day tomorrow, everyone remembers.

Tomorrow's chapter, probably, will be an unconventional quarrel.

Hahaha!