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A round of moon hangs quietly in the deep blue sky of Godric's Hollow. Even though there is still mist that lingers around, you can still see the stars dotted in the night sky shining peacefully when you look up. Slughorn's velvet housecoat gleamed with broken crystals, and the wind at the mouth of the valley was so strong that I felt cool even in Harry's coat.This place looks more prosperous than the village we just visited in Slughorn. The golden street lamps shroud the houses standing on both sides of the narrow alley in a warm halo, and this place seems to be illuminated by the circled street lamps ahead. The center of the village.I don't know if it was my illusion, Dumbledore let out a slight sigh, the moonlight illuminated the old man's white beard and eyebrows, his withered black hand put the wand back into the pocket of his robe, and at that moment he showed A kind of old and tired that finally fit his age.

"Good evening, Nymphadora." The next second he turned to the haggard young witch standing under the street lamp, "Are you on duty today?"

"Good evening, Professor. Harry, Alice - long time no see." Tonks's hair was no longer its usual bubblegum pink, but it was cropped taupe snugly around her heart-shaped face , making her look no longer as radiant as before, she wrapped her coat tightly and smiled at us, "Professor, Mrs. Potter asked me to ask if you want to speak tomorrow? She has reserved time for you."

"Ah, no need, let a wrinkled old man give a speech for the lost young life...give back my time to her family." Dumbledore looked towards the square in the distance, which had been neatly arranged Chairs and long table, "but I'll come, just give me a spot in the corner."

"I'll convey it." Tonks nodded, "Then I'll send them home. Mrs. Potter is still waiting."

I thought Dumbledore would immediately Apparate away, but he kept walking with us past a few shops, a post office, and at a small church he stopped, following his gaze a row of A row of tombstones stood quietly in the night, and the street lamps projected his slender voice on the church wall. His back suddenly became less straight, and he bent slightly, as if expressing a silent tribute under the cross.

"His mother and sister are buried here, too," Harry whispered to me after Dumbledore bowed us farewell, "but he seldom comes back, and the grown-ups don't talk about it - be careful, there are roads here. The bricks in the house are loose, and they will be stepped on after it rains."

"Sister?" I was a little surprised, and I felt that my surprise was a little funny. Maybe in my cognition, the distance between Dumbledore and the ordinary words of family is really far away, just like in my opinion, he seemed to be from the beginning. It is the calm and kind old man sitting in the middle of the faculty table. It is hard to imagine what he looked like when he was young, but who hasn't been young?

Harry walked in front of Tonks and me with ease, like a deer walking through the mountains and forests, jumping over a loose stone brick deftly from time to time, and Tonks walked beside us silently, with the The wand never came down.I think of Mum saying that she's been in a terrible state since that incident in the Department of Mysteries, that she blamed Mr Longbottom's death on herself for not getting him back to St Mungo's in time, that she was so depressed that she couldn't even play well Own disguise.

We came to a small garden that was carefully cared for by the owner every day. The white fence climbed along the dense and neat green plants, and the blue and purple morning glory surrounded the wooden sign of "Porter's House" in the moonlight. When you stop in front of them, you can still hear the humming of a small piece of music from the flowers.Harry stretched out his hand and pulled a bell hanging from the side, and soon there were footsteps coming from inside the door.

"Who is it?" Mrs. Potter's voice was easily recognized, "Give me your name!"

"Mum," Harry replied, "Tonks sent me and Alice back."

The door opened immediately, and Mrs. Potter appeared at the door wrapped in a nightgown. She hurriedly put her arms around Harry, and let us in sideways: "I thought you would arrive later, so let the others They're all asleep——Tonks, come in and have some hot soup, too?"

"No need." Tonks shook his head, indicating that he had other things to do. After Harry and I walked in, she turned around and disappeared.

"Are you hungry?" she asked as we walked along without giving us a chance to answer. "You must be hungry. How about some bread and soup? I remember Harry said you don't like mushrooms, so I'll do it." Ordered some onion soup - I put your bag in the study, I will squeeze with Hermione tonight, don't you mind, my dear?"

"I don't mind." I said hastily, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble, as long as you are doing well..." Mrs. Potter sighed, and let a large plate of buttered bread and a pot fly to the dining table. While scooping up the soup, she looked absently at the clock that had pointed to eleven o'clock Almost burning his hands, Harry took the spoon and told her to sit down and rest in a low voice.

"Your father said he would be back tonight." Mrs. Potter looked upset, "Go wash up and rest after eating, you have to get up early tomorrow, I will continue to wait for him."

The only sound left on the dining table was the slight sound of spoons and ceramic bowls colliding.I'm actually not very hungry. I was forced to eat a few pieces of very sweet candied pineapple at Slughorn's just now. Although the thick soup in front of me is very fragrant, I don't think I have any appetite.

"So what did Dumbledore take you for? Isn't it something that can't be said?" Mrs. Potter looked at us and asked.

"He asked us to persuade Professor Slughorn to work at Hogwarts this academic year." Harry looked famished, gobbling his mouth full of bread, I saw his eyes wide open and speechless so I helped him replied, "Slughorn yes."

"Oh, then it's no wonder I took the two of you with me. If it wasn't for Neville's inconvenient going out, I guess he would take Neville with him." Mrs. Potter nodded, "Poor child, we discussed and discussed, but in the end we didn't let you go." If he comes over tomorrow, he's already suffering enough, and if he thinks that his father doesn't even have a body to bury... hey."

"I shouldn't cry in front of you." She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. "If we grown-ups have no idea of ​​crying all day long, you will be even more at a loss. But—I really...I I went to help prepare the flowers for tomorrow, and saw Tallus sleeping on the sofa with Amelia's photo frame in his arms...I really..."

"Eat, eat quickly, it's okay." Seeing that Harry and I put down the bowl and wanted to go over to comfort her, she shook her head and twisted the tip of her nose with a handkerchief. Tang, said to me: "It's okay, you don't have to force yourself to eat it all, go upstairs to rest when you're full, and I'll clean it up later."

"You go to bed early, too." Harry kissed his mother's side face before taking me upstairs, "You are too tired these days."

"I thought you and Harry wouldn't be back until tomorrow!" I heard Hermione's surprised voice when I opened the study door. He took a coat and waited for us to come up. "Has Mr. Potter returned, too?"

"Not yet." Harry stood at the door and didn't come in. He looked at Hermione, "How is Talus today?"

Most of the smile on Hermione's face disappeared: "Too bad, I thought he was gone this afternoon, and Ron and I were scared to look around, but finally found it. We wanted to talk to him, and he just changed The adult dog hid in the closet and gritted his teeth no matter who approached him, and didn’t want to eat... I dragged him out so I could eat a little.”

"Then I'll go next door to accompany him." Harry scratched his hair.

"Well, I don't feel at ease watching Ron alone." Hermione said worriedly, "If it's really like Mr. Black and Mr. Potter fighting, Ron alone should not be Tallus' opponent. "

"Fighting?" I asked Hermione with wide-eyed eyes after Harry left, "Is there anything else going on?"

"Just a few days ago, I just heard Mr. Black and Mr. Potter had a big fight next door. Mr. Black said that he didn't want to care about anything, he just wanted revenge—revenge on You-Know-Who." Hermione Pointing to the small building outside the window, "There was a fight... We didn't use a wand, it was a real fight, and we didn't dare to go up to persuade him. Mr. Black's expression was really scary. Until Potter Mister yelled at him, don't he care about Talus, and said that if Mr. Black didn't think it was necessary, then he and Mrs. Potter didn't plan to do it-in fact, everyone knew that this was impossible, but Mr. Black Finally calmed down a bit, although Mrs. Potter is still worried that he will lose his composure at the funeral tomorrow."

After washing up, Hermione and I lay on the pillow and chatted casually, not very interested, and felt that silence would only be more uncomfortable.I briefly told her about being taken by Dumbledore to visit Slughorn, and she told me about what happened in the past few days helping Mrs. Potter prepare for the funeral, until finally she fell asleep in a daze There was no knock on the door from downstairs.

The next day, before Mrs. Potter knocked on the door and helped us go downstairs to have breakfast, we were woken up by the bright sunlight coming through the curtains. Hedwig was hopping around on the balcony next to her and flapping her wings looking for her master. , Hermione poked her head out and pointed at it to the next door, and it let out a soft cry to express its gratitude and flew over. Only then did I realize that the two houses were not completely separated by a fence, and the two small gardens There is a small door made of green plants in the connected place.

I always feel that the funeral should be accompanied by a rainy day with umbrellas, but today is a rare beautiful and pleasant day since this summer, even the wind blowing from the mouth of the valley only slightly blows our dark black skirts.Hermione and I were arranged by Mrs. Potter to help guide the funeral guests to the small square in the middle of the village. Although the Ministry of Magic had previously held a public farewell party for Amelia Black's death, this funeral In order to avoid reporters disturbing, only a small number of relatives, friends and colleagues were notified, but when we came to the square at noon, most of the chairs were already full of people, and some people who heard the news and came to express their condolences stood beside them holding bouquets , looking straight ahead with a serious expression.I saw my mother sitting between Kingsley Shacklebolt and Mad-Eye Moody, listening to what they had to say, so I didn't go to say hello to her, and Hermione, Ron and the rest of the Weasley family The younger generation sat together on the back row of chairs.

This is the first funeral I have attended in my life. People’s perception of death is actually very slow. It takes a long time from hearing the news of a familiar name’s sudden death to finally realizing that the last time we met was a farewell. a period of time.I watched people in dark black clothes walk to the front of the crowd solemnly or movedly, and told Mrs. Black’s photo that they had not had time to say goodbye to her. In the photo, the young woman’s eyes were clear and firm. Looking at us, I suddenly smiled and stretched out my hand to straighten the hair hanging on my shoulders. I suddenly felt a sharp pain and deep fear in my heart. This kind of fear made me want to hold on to someone at this moment. I asked him to give me a little courage to continue sitting here, just like Hermione was leaning on Ron's shoulder and covering half of her face with a handkerchief, crying sadly.

Harry sat in the front row with Tallus, both with white roses pinned to their chests, and he clapped politely when everyone finished speaking.Tallus and Mr. Black didn't show up until the funeral had officially begun, but they surprisingly didn't look anything like Hermione's "terrible" in any way, and both father and son were dressed in sophisticated dark colors Sitting in the first row in a dress, his slightly curly black long hair was neatly combed into a small braid. Talus held a bouquet of lavender hibiscus in his hand, and the bright sunlight shone on the side of him staring at the flowers. If his face was normal, he would not know how many young witches would sigh. Regardless of whether the people standing on the stage were really speaking generously or crying sadly, he never raised his eyes.

Finally, after Mr. Porter bowed to everyone's applause and finished his short speech, Mr. Black stood up expressionlessly.It can be seen that many people are a little nervous, as if they are worried that he will suddenly wave his wand and roar.But Mr. Black didn't hold a wand in his hand. He stood in front of his wife's photo frame with empty hands, bowed his head and remained silent for a few seconds.Just when everyone thought the silence would continue and bowed their heads to express their condolences, Mr. Black suddenly sang a song softly.

(Recommended BGM: BertieHiggins "Casablanca")

This is a song whose melody and lyrics are very unfamiliar to wizards. The words in the lyrics that only the Muggle world would use made many people look puzzled at first.I imagine Muggle-borns like my mum and Hermione might have figured out which song it was, but even a well-meaning chorus seems like a distraction at the moment.Mr. Black closed his eyes, he sang very seriously, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had forgotten where he was standing, and was completely immersed in another time.

There was a soft sound of cloth rubbing beside me. I don't know when Professor Dumbledore who appeared next to me arrived. He didn't go through the crowd to take the seat reserved for him in the first row. He stretched out his right index finger, which was as black as burnt wood, and put it upright by his lips, preventing the unspoken greetings from the last row of people who noticed his arrival, and also refused the seat I gave him.He stood behind me, his blue eyes looked at Mr. Black who was still singing "Casablanca's Kiss Still" through his half-moon glasses, and he put his left hand gently on the back of my chair to type the song. the beat.

The whole of Godric's Hollow seemed to stop at this moment, the sound of the wind, the chirping of the birds, and the sound of the chapel bells. Mr. Black's voice remained calm until he suddenly choked up when he repeated the last line of the last short paragraph again. He stood still Looking at the smile on his wife's photo again, it seemed that it took a lot of effort to sing the last sentence intermittently.

A tear trickled from his reddened eye and into his freshly shaved stubble.

"As time goes by, I love you more and more every day."

I love you more and more each day as time goes by.

编辑按：杂志社在征求波特夫妇同意后，于此次连载正文后附上了他们整理出的当年阿米莉亚·布莱克（1960-1996）和菲奥娜·波特（1960-1997）之间的通信，其中还有一封小天狼星·布莱克（1959-1998）给詹姆·波特（1960-1997）之间的短信。

Fiona:

Don't write me again asking what the hell is going on, I've said it over and over again, he must be joking--is it any wonder Sirius Black jokes about things like that?I have already decided to talk to Dumbledore after finishing the matter at hand, and ask him to find another person to go to Black to get the information he collected from all over the world on a modified motorcycle. I think Dumbledore will understand.

I'm sorry to possibly miss your wedding with James, best wishes in advance.

your faithful

Amelia Bones

Fiona:

If I have to tell you exactly what happened that day to stop your curiosity, okay, but I want to emphasize at the beginning that Blake must be joking, and I hope you don't make fun of me after hearing this , let alone tell James.

I went to another inexplicable place to meet up with his patron saint as usual that day. Compared with the Muggle fresh market, the cargo ship full of containers at sea, and the basement of the Muggle hospital full of dead people, that dirty Muggle The pub (as good as the Hog's Head) has at least one place to sit - although every time I complain to you you have to say I'm having fun and I'm tired of explaining to you that I was in school It's just a passing fascination to like him, Fiona, you've always known me to be a disciplined and honest person.He joined a group of drunks drinking Muggle beer from huge glasses and asked if I would mind if I let him finish the movie that was playing in the bar. Movies are a kind of entertainment for Muggles. Let the special small box display moving images, which is a bit like our photos and portraits, but the people inside obviously don't know how many drunk people are surrounding them outside, and they just keep talking to the people in the box.Blake watched it with gusto, and I really had nothing else to do that day, so I sat down and waited for him, and listened to him explain to me from time to time what the name of the man and the woman in the black and white box were, and he said he had been to the story in the movie place, Casablanca, Morocco.Hey, these details are not very important, but it seems that I care about what he said. He is just drunk and talking nonsense.Fortunately, he still remembered what Dumbledore told him. I was about to leave after hearing the news. He suddenly asked me if I would marry him.

I'm really angry, he knows that I like him, but he wants to joke with me about this kind of thing, I really hate his nonchalant tone.Fortunately, I stipulated to myself that those inexplicable likings could only be done until graduation. Now it seems that this decision is too correct.I'll be seeing Dumbledore tomorrow, and I hope I won't have any further contact with him except for Order meetings.

Happy newlyweds.

your faithful

Amelia Bones

Damn, of course I'm serious, who's kidding about getting married!I thought the atmosphere was good at the time, so I proposed marriage when I had time. Who knows where Dumbledore will send me tomorrow!That movie was pretty good, and I plan to get a Muggle TV set at home in the future.Would you like one as a wedding present for you and Fiona.

Sirius

Fiona:

I missed little Harry’s second birthday party, I’m so sorry, I don’t know if he likes the new toy broom that Sirius and I gave him, this time this model seems to be very strong, the store said it’s okay if it breaks in a week Just get him a new one.

You wrote to ask me how I reconciled with Sirius last time. Did you also quarrel with James?I was very angry that time, so I drove him to your house to sleep for a week.Talus is still so young, he just treats his son like a toy, not what a father should be-of course I never expect him to be like my father's brother one day, but at least he should grow up a little bit, right?I thought I would argue with him for at least half a month at least this time, but he changed his mind, instead of thinking about how to break the magic I cast on the door of the house, he drove his motorcycle and floated outside the bedroom window singing— —Fortunately, you and James took Harry on vacation for a few days and didn't see that embarrassing scene.Seeing that it was going to rain outside, he was still singing "Please come back to Casablanca and find me".If James rides a broomstick to sing at your bedroom window this time, don't doubt it, it was taught by Sirius.

I really can't do anything about him, like you said before, falling in love with him is probably the only thing I've ever done in my life without being sober.

your faithful

amelia black

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AkississtillakissinCasablanca

But akissis not akiss without yoursigh

Please come back to me in Casablanca

I love you more and more each day as time goes by

I love you more and more each day as time goes by