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Farewells are happening in every corner of the castle, and it is not until the parting that everyone realizes the deep friendship we have formed with the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang this year.Fleur Delacour came to say goodbye to Harry with her sister, who said she wanted to find a job in England after graduating, while Gabriel tiptoed to kiss Harry and Talus on the cheeks , Then blushed and hid behind her sister.As if to comfort Ron, Fleur politely kissed him on the cheek, and Ron stammered, saying that his brother Bill was working at Gringotts, but he mentioned the lack of manpower, while Hermione frowned. He frowned.

But soon it was Ron's turn to frown. Krum came to say goodbye to Hermione. He wanted to have a few words with Hermione alone. Hurry up! The carriage is coming soon!"

"I want to go somewhere." Seeing that the carriage hadn't been seen yet, I said to Harry and Neville, "I'll be right back soon."

The students had already lined up for the carriage with their luggage, and Hogwarts became empty, calmly waiting for the students to return to their arms next September.I ran to the bushes outside the auditorium, and drew out my wand facing the waist-high bushes: "The constellation ball is flying!"

But nothing happened, I changed the direction and read again: "The constellation ball is flying!"

I tried several times, but nothing flew into my open palm, and I thought it must have been broken too badly, or taken away by Mrs. Norris as a toy.I stood there for a while, until Hermione and the others called me from afar.

I wiped my eyes, put away my wand, and ran towards them. The sun was shining and the sky was cloudless.

The carriages of the train were packed to the brim, Crookshanks kept murmuring and losing his temper because he couldn't find a good place to sleep, Hedwig dozed off with her head tucked under her wings, Vivienne happily yelled and thought Let Hedwig wake up and play with her.We sat together huddled together, Dumbledore's speech undoubtedly boosted everyone's confidence, Neville also had a smile on his face, and began to discuss with them what measures Dumbledore would take to prevent the You-Know-Who from making a comeback.I tried to get Vivian to stop making noise, but she wouldn't listen to me, and Harry pulled out a small packet of shelled nuts from his luggage and asked me to feed her, and her attention was finally diverted.

"It's strange that Rita Skeeter didn't write anything." Ron took Hermione's Daily Prophet and read it carefully. "How could she pass up a great opportunity to talk nonsense?"

"Oh, she can't write anymore." Hermione said in a breath, as if she had been waiting for the opportunity to say this, "I found out her secret - if she misbehaves again, I will let her Pay the price."

"You never told us!" Tallus sat up straight (he had been using Crookshanks as a cushion). "How did she do it?"

"Unregistered Animagus." Hermione took out a sealed glass jar from her schoolbag, "She can turn into a beetle—"

"The beetle in Alice's hair when we got back from St. Mungo's last term?" Harry asked in shock. "So she just turned into a beetle and flew around, eavesdropping on people's conversations?"

"Yes." Hermione grinned at the beetle buzzing to her in the glass bottle, "Victor also found a beetle in my hair after he rescued me from the lake - I was She was caught outside the ward and we made a deal that I let her go when I got to London, but she couldn't write anything for a year."

"How do you negotiate with a beetle?" Neville asked curiously.

"If she agrees, raise the pincer on the left, and if she disagrees, raise the pincer on the right." Hermione calmly stuffed the glass jar back into her schoolbag, "The lunch cart is here, I'm going to buy food, who wants to talk to me?" Together?"

"I'm going too." I stood up, and the boys took out their money and began to struggle with what to eat. Hermione shook her head helplessly at the list of snacks they made.

"Are you okay?" We met Draco in the corridor, he passed us by with Crabgore expressionless, Hermione turned to look at his leaving back, and asked me , "I have been afraid to ask..."

"It's fine." I wanted to squeeze out a smile, but failed, "It will be fine."

Maybe it wasn't until this moment that I really realized that everything has changed, like I can never get back the constellation ball he threw out the window, this is no longer a fight that will eventually be reconciled , we finally broke this knot, and the price is that we will gradually drift away from the path we chose--I will never have such a person in my life from now on, from the toy broom to the Nimbus 2001, from the toy who can only spray From children's toys with colorful stripes to writing letters to show off the first wand he got from Ollivander, from pressing the other person into the soil unsightly with a runny nose to tiptoeing a light at the corner of his mouth Kiss, those times are longer than I imagined.That pale boy who was a head taller than me would never wait for me somewhere again, and he would never hold back the mean smile on his face and walk forward while holding my hand.

Growth always comes with a price. At that time, we were ignorant of the price we had to pay in the future.

I finally wrote this, and it took much longer than I thought. I thought I could finish it within a year after the first book was published, but I didn’t know it until after Christmas in the second year. Gather them up and give them to the owl.As I explained to the publishing house owner when he came to apologize, people always think that the darkest days are the hardest, and I used to think that too, but it's not.The most painful thing is looking back on the last glorious years before the darkness, they were so beautiful that they seemed to be stolen from other people's lives, and they even seemed distorted-after going through too many separations, the once reunion and peace turned out to be became a luxury of cruelty.

Owning, losing, owning again, and losing again, this kind of cycle may be the normal state of life.Whenever I can't write, I put down my quill and hug my daughter tightly, bury my face in her long dark red hair and take a deep breath, thanking Merlin for giving her and her two older brothers to me and my husband , so that we can finally reap a fairly peaceful happiness after going through so much and going through our own devastation.

Sorry for being so late with this book, see you in the next volume.

Volume Three

Thanks to Bill and Fleur Weasley for inviting my two sons to France this summer, I finally had a little free time to start putting together ideas for this book, Merlin, these two brothers stay in one house I My husband and I have to watch out for them to fight and blow up half the house anytime, anywhere.

I thank Mr. Lockhart for his enthusiastically written 32 pages of suggestions for the previous two books, some of which I think I will be cautious about adopting if I ever finish them and revise them.

This book is dedicated to DA

——Iris