94 hp Diagon Alley

Mrs. Lay lifted her tear-stained face in surprise.

"I—just said—"

"You think Bill doesn't want to marry me anymore?" Fleur demanded. "You think he doesn't love me because of these wounds?"

"No, I'm not that—"

"He won't!" said Fleur, straightening up and throwing back her long silver hair. "A werewolf can't stop Bill from loving me!"

"Well, yes, I do, too," said Mrs. Weasley, "but I think it might—considering that he—he—"

"Do you think I don't want to marry him? Or do you hope I don't want to marry him?" said Fleur, fluttering her nose. "Do I just care about his looks? I think my beauty alone is enough for us both." ! All these scars show that my husband is brave! I'm coming!" she added aggressively, pushing Mrs Weasley away and snatching the ointment from her hand.

Mrs. Weasley fell on top of her husband, watching Fleur spread Bill's ointment generously, with a strange expression on her face.No one spoke.Harry didn't dare to move. Like everyone else, he was waiting for a volcano to erupt.

"Our Aunt Muriel," said Mrs. Weasley, after a long pause, "has a beautiful tiara - made of goblins - and I'm sure I can persuade her to lend it to you for your wedding, she is very Like Bill, you know. That tiara would be beautiful in your hair."

"Thank you," Furong said bluntly, "I believe it will be very beautiful."

Suddenly, the two women hugged each other and cried.Totally bewildered, Harry turned away, wondering if the world had gone mad.Ron looked as surprised as Harry.Ginny and Gwen were also exchanging surprised glances.

"Look!" said an unnatural voice, and Tonks looked at Lupine brightly. "She still wants to marry him, even though he's been bitten! She doesn't care!"

"It's different," said Lupine, his lips barely moving, and he seemed suddenly tense. "Bill isn't going to be a total werewolf. It's totally—"

"But I don't care, I don't care!" said Tonks, grabbing Lupine by the lapel and shaking it. "I've told you a million times..."

The meaning of the Patronus of Tonks and her taupe hair, and the fact that she had come to Dumbledore after hearing that someone had been attacked by Fenrir Greyback, all of this suddenly became clear to Harry.Tonks didn't love Sirius...

Gwen felt her nose sore, and buried her head in George's shoulder who was sitting in front of the hospital bed. Her soul was shaken too many times today.Snape's betrayal, Dumbledore's death, Bill who could turn into a werewolf, and steadfast Fleur—in sickness or in health, she chose to spend her life with him.Finally there is Tonks and Lupine's love affair.

Cruelty and happiness in life always echo each other.

"I've told you a million times," Lupine said, avoiding Tonks' gaze, staring down at the floor, "I'm too old for you, too poor... too dangerous..."

"I've been saying it all the time, your reasoning is ridiculous, Remus." Mrs. Weasley patted Fleur's back lightly, and said to him from Fleur's shoulder.

"I'm not absurd at all," said Lupine firmly. "Tonks should have someone young and healthy to love him."

"But she wants you," said Mrs. Weasley, with a small smile. "Besides, Remus, young and able-bodied men don't necessarily stay that way forever." She pointed sadly at her son.

"It's...inappropriate to discuss this now," said Lupine, looking around in a panic, avoiding everyone's eyes. "Dumbledore is dead..."

"Dumbledore would be happier than anyone if the world had more love," said Professor McGonagall curtly, as the door opened again and Hagrid walked in.

The little patch of his face where there was no beard or hair was soaked and swollen with tears, and he was shaking from crying, clutching a speckled bandanna.

"I've... I've finished, Professor," he choked out, "moved—him. Moody and Diggory helped him find a place where he could temporarily—sleep—… Professor Sprout put the children back to bed. Professor Flitwick was still in bed, but he said he'd be fine in a while, and Professor Slughorn said the Ministry had been notified."

"Thank you, Hagrid," Professor McGonagall stood up immediately, and turned to look at the people around Bill's bed. "When the Ministry of Magic arrives, I may have to meet them. Hagrid, please Tell the Heads of the four Houses - Slughorn can represent Slytherin - that I will see them in my office at once, and I would like you to come too."

Hagrid nodded, turned and walked slowly out of the room.Then Professor McGonagall looked down at Harry.

"Before I meet them, I want to say a few words to you, Harry. Could you come over..."

Harry stood up, murmured to his friends, "See you later," and followed Professor McGonagall out of the ward.

There was a deathly silence in the ward, save for the occasional sound of Fleur being given medicine, and Mrs Weasley's sniffling from time to time.

Gwen quietly pulled Hermione away, the wise witch's eyes were swollen like walnuts.

"I... I know it's not a good time," Gwen asked hesitantly, "Hermione, do you know that after a wizard dies... magic won't work?"

Hermione wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and answered Gwen's question seriously, "It's very complicated, usually the death of a wizard does make the magic invalid."

"And what about the Sorting Hat?" Gwen squeezed her hand, "And those portraits—"

"They're items, Gwen." Hermione blinked, and a stream of tears flowed uncontrollably again, "Enchanted items don't change when the wizard leaves. But people are different, unless It's magic that's so powerful and so ancient... that lasts after the caster dies."

"What if that wizard is powerful?" Gwen pressed.

"I don't think there is a difference," Hermione shook her head, "Harry told us just now, Dumbledore... oh, forgive me..." Hermione had to stop to stabilize her emotions, "Dumbledore was in the Astronomy Tower After freezing him, Snape cast the Killing Curse, Harry suddenly could move...you see...even Dumbledore..."

"One last question." Even though the answer just now was not ideal, Gwen still persisted in trying to grasp a glimmer of hope, "Have you ever heard of something that can keep people silent—a powerful, ancient spell?" ?"

Hermione didn't understand why Gwen asked, but she still uttered a series of spells fluently: "Lock-lock, tongue-locking, fidelity...there are many more, but these, as far as I know, will be given at random." Dissipated with the death of the wizard."

"That's enough," Gwen felt relieved, her face suddenly turned a little rosy, "That's all I want to know, thank you, Hermione."

George was walking towards them now, and Hermione nodded at Gwen and went back to Ron.

"I'm sorry," Gwen said to George, looking down. "About Bill..."

"Don't be silly, that has nothing to do with you half Nat." George squeezed Gwen's fingers, "and Lupine said he won't turn into a real werewolf, which is already a blessing. The only regret It's his handsome face—" George touched his own face with a little fear, "Now I'm rightfully the most handsome man in the Weasley family."

"You're number two at best." Fred also came over, "Tell me quickly, if there's anything you can't say, Gwen."

Gwen then performed for them the scene of the tongue wrapped with gold thread, and Fred was standing on end with disgusting hairs.

"Although you can't say it, I think it's Dumbledore's magic." George asked, looking into Gwen's eyes.The latter couldn't give him any response, but George used some means, as if he had already got the answer.

"There is no perfect magic," George said triumphantly to his brother, "even if Gwen couldn't say a word, I could see the truth in her eyes, this thing must be Dumbledore's mouth Curse."

His words reminded Gwen of her last conversation with Dumbledore, which the great old man had told her as well.

"So," Fred folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, "are you thinking the same as I am, buddy?"

"I think," said George slowly, "that we still have hope, but it's prudent for us to keep quiet, like Gwen, until he shows himself."

"I knew it." Fred was a little excited, "Dumbledore will definitely not be killed by the damn old bat..." Then he also closed his mouth.

The three share a slightly heartening secret, and they look at each other with the thrill and tension of planning a prank once upon a time.

The excitement didn't last long, and Madam Pomfrey sent the students back to the dormitory, allowing only a few Weasleys to stay in the hospital wing.

As Harry had expected, the common room was packed with people when he returned from Professor McGonagall's office.The common room fell silent as he climbed through the portrait hole.He saw Dean and Seamus sitting in a group nearby, which meant that there must be no one, or almost no one, in the dormitory.Without speaking to anyone or exchanging glances with anyone, Harry walked across the room and into the door to the boys' dormitory.

As he had hoped, Ron was waiting for him, still fully dressed, sitting