if i am not me

In a sense, Umbridge is indeed a woman with a special aura.

As soon as her obese body appeared in front of the huge door of the restaurant, the crowd that was originally bustling and even a little noisy quieted down within a few seconds.You know, this is an effect that even Dumbledore's appearance can't achieve.

For this reason, when they realized Umbridge's arrival, the few people who were chatting happily on the topic of Christmas all naturally silenced, and turned their attention to the pink figure in front of the gate. superior.

"It seems that we can only talk tomorrow." Noticing Umbridge's slightly haggard fat face, Draco showed a half-smile expression, lowered his voice and said to several other friends.

Although it was a pity that they couldn't finish listening to Harry's interesting stories, the others who had the same thought as Draco just nodded slightly, and walked towards the long dining table belonging to their own college with subtle smiles.

Thus, the dinner party began in such a peaceful and uneventful manner.And this night, the entire restaurant seemed very quiet, and no one even coughed.Ah, of course, and that doesn't include Umbridge himself.However, Umbridge seemed to be very tired, so everyone did not hear the expected rigorous and boring long speech, but enjoyed a rare peaceful dinner.

In the days that followed, the students lived a peaceful campus life.relatively.

But whatever the chaos at school, Harry and Draco were not affected too much.They were still doing what they were supposed to do, with studies, Quidditch and spell practice all in one place, while also preparing to leave Hogwarts sometime.

Fortunately, this opportunity is not difficult to find.You know, since Dumbledore left the school, although it seems that Hogwarts has not changed much on the surface, for Harry and Draco, they have found too many loopholes that could not be found before. .

Just like that, on a dark and windy night, when all the students and most of the teachers were sleeping soundly in warm quilts, two figures slipped out of the words Umbridge spoke of. Fortified Hogwarts Castle.

"It's much easier than I imagined..." Harry, who was obviously not used to it, pulled his hood up, and turned to look at the huge building that they had left behind.

Blocking a tree branch that blocked their way, Draco let out a pleasant chuckle when he heard the words, "Harry, don't underestimate your father's methods. They are now exhausted, I don't think it will be long, Dumbledore will be back."

"I don't have any doubts about that." Draco's laughter infected Harry, causing the corners of his mouth to curl up slightly. "So, we have to hurry up, don't we?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Repeatedly echoing Harry's words, Draco's tone contained a pampering that he didn't even realize.And in such a careless conversation, the two walking like flying feet have gradually broken away from the influence of the Hogwarts magic magnetic field, and reached a place where the Anti-Disapparation Jinx (anti-disapparation spell) cannot reach.

Ignoring the dark surroundings and the occasional rustling sound from behind the bushes, Draco drew out his wand and said to Harry next to him, "Let's go."

Harry nodded, also drew out his own wand, and waved it skillfully after taking Draco's hand.

"Disapparation!"

The muffled sound, as if something had exploded, swayed in the air along with the falling voice, and the two disappeared in the depths of this dark forest.

Destination - Godric's Hollow.

Although neither Harry nor Draco has been to this famous wizarding village in this life, no matter how Harry's memories were forgotten, this land has always firmly occupied a certain area deep in Harry's mind .

Therefore, in just a thought, two black figures hidden in hoods appeared in a certain grove outside the village.

At this time, the village was extremely quiet, after all, it was already midnight at this time.

Pausing for a few seconds to relieve the dizziness caused by Apparition, Harry didn't let go of Draco's hand until he felt his feet had stabilized. A village where dogs bark a few times.

"This place... If I hadn't known it was Godric's Hollow, I would never have thought that there would be wizards living here." Draco patted the fine dust on the cloak, and looked up at the houses and roads in the village , On the face, there is an unconcealable curiosity.

"It's not surprising. For wizards, 'ordinary' is the best protective color." Unlike Draco's somewhat pleased expression, Harry's mood at the moment is a little subtle.

He should be very familiar with these scenery - in his previous life, he would come here whenever he felt that he couldn't hold on any longer.Because here is the resting place of James and Lily.Therefore, he is familiar with this place, understands this place, knows every building here, even every plant and tree...

Just like that church, even though he has almost forgotten many details, he still remembers how wonderful the painted glass on the top of it will reflect in the sunlight.

but……

Harry frowned involuntarily.

Why does the village at this time make him feel so strange?

It seemed... something was missing, something... extremely important.

"Indeed. Who would have thought that those neighbors who looked the same as themselves would be wizards? There are more than one..." He was keenly aware of Harry's momentary change of mood. Although he didn't know the reason, Draco was fine. Concealing the worry in his heart, he continued to chat briskly. "Okay, Harry, let's go, you don't want to stand here all night blowing the cold wind."

"Of course not. It's still winter, and I don't have the tendency to masochistic." Harry twitched his lips far-fetchedly, trying not to let a trace of negative emotion appear in his tone.However, his mind started to run at a high speed without obeying the command - what is that missing thing...?

Walking steadily towards the village, Harry carefully observed the buildings in the village, matching them one by one with the pictures in his mind.

Residential houses, gardens, squares, churches, shops, post offices, bars, and... cemeteries...

Yes.

Harry finally understood the source of that weird feeling.

Dude turned his head to the center of the square, where there was only one stone fountain that had stopped operating due to the weather.

Not a monument.

It wasn't the one he remembered, the statue composed of a man and a woman holding a child.

Because it is no longer needed.

"The Boy Who Lived" was someone else, and the parents who died were naturally no longer James and Lily.The small village that once again appeared in front of everyone because of "that battle" continued to be silent as a matter of course.

There are no monuments, and no headstones in the cemetery.I just don't know if the ruins of that house still exist...

This trip wants to be sure, isn't that what it is?

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