May the world be kind to you

In September of this year, the rebuilt Hogwarts specially opened a train to pick up young wizards who were delayed by the war to return to school to repeat the seventh grade.

Compared with the overcrowding of regular trains, this overtime train was so empty that one person could occupy a box, but there were only a lot more laughter in the car.

Ron sat alone in the box.

As the train was getting faster and faster, the excitement of being able to go back to school and re-read slowly calmed down.He looked around, feeling a little uncomfortable with the empty box, and stopped the saleswoman pushing the trolley to buy a lot of snacks and piled them on the seat, so he felt a little more pleasing to the eye.Even so, he still felt that something was missing in the box.

Maybe something, maybe someone.

The knock on the door interrupted Ron's thoughts. When he raised his head, he saw a loyal young man standing at the door. On the face that could still vaguely see the outline of his childhood, a pair of eyes full of smiles stared at him without blinking. : "Excuse me, I want to ask, have you seen my toad?"

As soon as the words fell, his wife appeared at the door with a proud face again: "Neville lost a toad, did you see it?" As he spoke, he turned his eyes and saw the wand beside Ron: "Are you casting magic? ? Then let's open our eyes!"

Ron burst out laughing, and the indifferent melancholy that came to mind before disappeared instantly, and he suspends a bag of chocolate frogs in mid-air with ease.

"It looks pretty good. You're barely qualified." Hermione nodded her head pretending to be serious, and then couldn't hold back her smile, she pulled Luna who was standing by the door together and sat down together: "That's how we met .But..." She subconsciously looked at Neville, who was sitting opposite Ron, and smiled slightly.

Is it an illusion?Why did she always feel that someone else was sitting next to Ron?Shaking her head and putting this thought behind her, she quickly joined Ron's topic, but the door of the box was opened again without saying a few words, and a large group of men and women stood outside the door, leaving the whole section empty The carriages became crowded in an instant.

The four of Hermione greeted them with smiles from familiar faces. Li Jordan and Seamus, who were distributing butter beer, each took two bottles and handed them two bottles, then raised the bottles in their hands:

"Celebrate the reunion of DA members! Cheers!"

A simple sentence quickly ignited the atmosphere in the car, and several wine bottles collided one after another, pouring out a steady stream of bubbles, just like everyone's uncontrollable excitement at the moment.Everyone recalled all kinds of stories about the thrilling war of the DA Army with great nostalgia, and they all felt that it was only two or three years, but the reunion seemed to have been separated by a century.

"To the soul of DA," Dean held up the wine bottle in laughter to pay respects to Neville: "If you hadn't formed the DA army and taught us a lot of defense against the dark arts, we would have been killed by Voldemort long ago; if it hadn't been for you Even if we defeat Voldemort in the end, we won't get the peace and tranquility we have now, so..."

"It's not me." Neville, who has always been gentle, retorted firmly with a rare serious expression: "I'm just a member of the DA, at most I managed the DA for a period of time before the war; Nagini's head was cut off by me. Wrong, but Voldemort was definitely not killed by me. Therefore, whether it is the leader of the DA or the savior, it is not me."

The joyful atmosphere was abruptly cut off in the middle, and the carriage was so quiet that only the sound of wheels rolling on the track could be heard for an instant.

Not Neville?How can it be! !

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When Bryce pushed the door open, Draco propped his chin and looked out the window, while Pansy focused on maintaining his nails.He looked back and forth between his fiancée and his best friend, and chuckled as he thought of a certain scene.

"I remember one year when I entered the box and saw Draco lying on your lap," he said, walking to sit next to Pansy, "I thought you were..."

"Stop!" Pansy stopped him in time with a chill: "I don't want to hear the misunderstanding that we are boyfriend and girlfriend again!"

Draco, who seemed to be in a daze, frowned slightly.

"'Again'?" Bryce raised his eyebrows curiously: "Who else has misunderstood?"

Pansy opened her mouth to ridicule, but her voice was choked by her throat. Goyle, who was puzzled and returned to the box, diverted their attention.

"Guess what I heard?" Goyle was so excited that he seemed to eat the biggest cake in the world: "Longbottom actually publicly denied his identity as the savior."

Hearing that, Bryce wrote praise in his eyes: "Having such a high reputation and maintaining humility, he really impresses me."

Draco snorted sarcastically: "He still has a little bit of self-knowledge."

Panxi opened her eyes in disbelief: "... I have been listening to you talking about the savior since I was a child, but I didn't expect him to be in front of you, and you are full of disgust." After finishing speaking, she frowned in confusion: "...Did I ever say goodbye to you?" You said something like that?"

"Think about it with your brain," Draco directly ignored her question with a bit of contempt and disdain on his face: "You all know what kind of Longbottom is, he's not as smart as Granger, and his courage is not as good as Wayne's." Sly, why did he defeat the Dark Lord? He was just lucky to kill Nagini, so don’t we really want to treat him as some kind of big shot!!”

The others in the box looked at each other.Although he felt that his words were a bit harsh, he couldn't find a better reason to refute them.

"So you know who the real savior is?" Pansy asked unconvinced, and rolled his eyes when Draco was speechless: "In that case, why are you targeting Longbottom like this?"

Draco replied dryly, "I hate it when he takes credit for someone else's work."

"..."

He doesn't even know who the "other" is, but he wants to complain about injustice?Pansy and Bryce were very speechless about his young master's temper, and they simply packed up their things and prepared to get off the train and did not continue this topic because the train was slowly entering the station.

Draco also packed his luggage deliberately and slowly, and stood up straight after everyone had left the box, squinting his eyes, wondering what he was thinking, and after a while, slowly took out his wand and cast a petrification spell on the luggage rack.

However, he did not hear the expected sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.Hesitatingly, he stretched out his hand and looked around above the luggage rack, only grabbing air with one hand.

Is it an illusion again?It seemed that someone had hidden himself and hid on the luggage rack, but he had no way of knowing.

With a touch of loss, Draco got off the train and came into the crowd. He was immediately frightened by the weird horses with huge wings.

"Merlin's beard, what is that?!" Horrified gasps sounded one after another.

"That's thestrals." Luna's ethereal voice came from beside him, and Draco subconsciously turned his head to look at the calm girl: "Only those who have witnessed the death of their relatives or friends can see them."

Witness death?

Draco frowned deeply.

He turned his head and looked around, Pansy Bryce looked as usual as if he didn't see anything, other than Weasley Granger, at least dozens of people were as shocked as himself.

When did so many people die in the wizarding world?

He was sure that his parents and even Aunt Domida's family were enjoying dinner at the moment, so why could he also see thestrals? ?

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The reconstructed Hogwarts is even more magnificent and magnificent.

The students talked excitedly about the changes in the school, revisited the situation of the branch with a smile, applauded warmly to welcome the return of Professor Lu Ping, and tasted the long-lost food with great emotion.

The entire opening ceremony was unprecedentedly noisy and noisy. Snape kept his face cold and failed to reduce the heat, but he rarely yelled and condemned.Hagrid was so happy that even his messy hair and beard seemed to be flying away, and the other professors also talked with each other kindly with smiles on their faces.

After the war and the reconstruction, it is indeed a touching and congratulatory event for all the teachers and students to gather at Hogwarts again.

Halfway through the dinner, ghosts and ghosts also make a grand appearance.

Nick's trick of beheading with one hand still attracted screams from the freshmen, the bloody Barrow was still frightening with his empty eyes, Peeves sang a song he made up and played pranks constantly, and even Professor Binns tried hard to open his eyes. The eyes that were about to fall asleep came over to join in the fun.

They walked through the crowd, occasionally chatting with students they knew well, and after going around a few times, Nick whispered in confusion: "Strange, why didn't I see Harry?"

It happened that Peeves flew to him and heard this, and immediately laughed loudly: "The silly baby Potter is gone, the savior Potter is gone!"

Some people rolled their eyes at his nonsense, some laughed at him for getting Neville's surname wrong, Hermione couldn't accept that there were names of people she had never heard of in the school, so she secretly decided to take a closer look at the library, Draco frowned deeply because of the familiar title of "silly baby".

However, more laughter quickly overwhelmed this little strangeness, and then the students from various colleges who were well fed and drank returned to the familiar and unfamiliar dormitories in groups. Amazing facilities.

only……

Ron sat up from his bed again and looked across, and what he saw was still a brand new empty wall.

He looked at Navesimo and Dean in turn, who didn't see any abnormal expressions, and gradually became suspicious.

Could it be that he is the only one who feels that there is one person missing in the dormitory?

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"...Re-reading the seventh grade, your goal is to pass the NEWTs exam. Considering the special nature of your class, those who need to change their career intentions should come to me for an agreement today, and other students should study according to the issued schedule... ..."

At breakfast the next day, Professor McGonagall made serious arrangements for the final year of study for all repeat readers.Hearing that there is still a chance to change his career intention, whispers immediately rang out at the long dining table.

"You've always wanted to be an Auror," Ron said, looking at Professor McGonagall at the front left, but leaning his head and body to the right. "Shouldn't there be any changes, buddy?..." Laughing as he said Turning his head, he froze instantly when he saw that there was no one on his right.

"Do you think that taking part in the war and getting the Merlin Medal means you can ignore the exam?"

With the cold mockery sounding behind him, his head was pressed hard by a hand.Ron came back to his senses immediately, and when he looked up, he saw that the black robe was flying away.

"Principal Snape is right." Hermione took his timetable and checked it with her own without looking up: "The examiner will not lower your standards and relax your requirements just because you killed Voldemort, so I will keep an eye on you." hardworking."

"...Min," Ron looked hesitantly at the other end of the long table and then at his wife, "were you just... talking to Neville?"

Hermione froze suddenly.She slowly raised her head to look at the empty seat on Ron's right, and then shifted her gaze to Neville who was having an intimate conversation with Luna in the distance, when two students from the long table next door passed by them and stopped to pat him He talked and laughed a few words over his shoulder, and saw that Neville's expression immediately became serious, and he must be explaining to the other party that he is not the savior.

Could it be that Voldemort was not killed by Neville?

She turned back hesitantly to meet the same doubt in Ron's eyes, and was about to speak when Colin walked over with a sad face.

"Hermione, is there anything you can do to get the photo back?"

Hermione took the box he held in his hand and opened it, only to see the words "Most Admired Person" written on the inner box lid, but inside were a lot of blank photos with only the background and no figures.

"They are my most precious things, but somehow they have become like this." Colin picked up an old photo with a distressed face and muttered: "These old photos don't even have a chance to be retaken." It's..."

The background of the photo can be seen at a glance as the Quidditch pitch in the pre-war game. Blurred players are speeding in the distance. In the middle of the place where the main character should be, only the distant mountains of Qingdai and the gray-blue sky remain.

Hermione stared at the photo thoughtfully.

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"Severus?" A surprised voice sounded from the portrait: "Why do you..."

Snape, who had just stepped into the principal's office, paused slightly, then closed the door and walked to the wise old man who had apparently just returned from somewhere else, staring at the pair of half-moon glasses, using a mocking tone to conceal the slight nostalgia in his heart:

"Why am I still alive? I'm sorry to disappoint you. Although I was bitten by Nagini and fell into a coma, I finally recovered."

Dumbledore smiled casually and hid his doubts in his heart: "Nagini has been beheaded by Neville with a sword, and it can be regarded as revenge for you."

Snape snorted, and reluctantly admitted that Longbottom, whom he had always looked down upon, had outstanding performance in the battle: "It is indeed true that he had the courage and force to kill Nagini and Voldemort. It exceeded my expectations."

"I thought," Dumbledore gently reminded the black robed man in front of him, "it was Harry who killed Voldemort?"

The unfamiliar name made Snape slowly frowned: "Who is Harry?"

"...Harry Potter, Lily's son, don't you...don't remember?"

A flash of pain flashed in Snape's eyes, he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself:

"The three of Lily's family were killed by Voldemort many years ago, and Godric's Hollow still retains their statues as a memorial. You should not forget what all wizards know."

For the first time, Dumbledore, who was calm and calm in the face of any misfortune, showed his unconcealable shock in front of people.Snape was puzzled, but McGonagall walked in with a piece of parchment.

"Principal Snape, I found an extra career intention form," she showed him the paper, "The job intention is Auror but I can't make out the name, I asked all the students in the seventh and eighth grades and no one knows Who does it belong to."

"Show me!" Dumbledore's tone was urgently ordered.

Snape frowned slightly and turned the paper around, and saw that everything on it was clearly legible, except for the name, which was so blurred that no single letter could be seen.

"Has everyone asked?" Dumbledore emphasized to McGonagall, staring at the familiar handwriting: "Ron, Hermione, and even Draco, don't they know this handwriting?"

"I asked, but I don't know each other." Although he didn't understand that he put these names together, McGonagall didn't ask a word, "Especially Miss Granger."

"How could it be..." Halfway through the sentence, I couldn't continue.

There was another knock on the door, and a pirate-like man appeared in the office with a face full of disbelief.

"Principal Snape, there is something I think I should tell you," Hagrid looked a little at a loss, obviously the matter was beyond his knowledge: "Many students came to school because they saw Thestrals I asked, but the strange thing is that they all said that they didn't see anyone die."

Snape was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at Dumbledore.

The old man nodded, but what he asked had nothing to do with thestrals: "Hagrid, I asked you to pick up a baby more than ten years ago, do you still remember?"

Guilt immediately appeared on Hagrid's furry face, and tears flashed sadly in his eyes: "I'm sorry Professor Dumbledore, because of my carelessness, the baby was finally taken away and killed by the Death Eaters..."

"No!" McGonagall retorted, frowning: "The child is not dead, but was taken away by his Muggle relatives and lost the news."

Hagrid wanted to ask questions as soon as his eyes lit up, but Snape's deep voice, which was obviously trying to restrain his impatience, sounded first.

"Professor Dumbledore, I don't understand what is the purpose of your detours to trace these past events? What exactly do you want to find out?"

However, Dumbledore seemed lost in thought and said nothing.

The three of Snape waited for a while and still didn't get any reply, so they had to close the door and leave helplessly, completely ignoring the same shock on the faces of the previous headmasters.

It was a long time before Dumbledore's voice sounded softly in the silent office again:

"Please."

The people in the portrait disappeared one after another quickly, leaving only Dumbledore sitting motionless in the frame while maintaining the same posture.When the portraits came back at night, he could almost guess what news they would bring to him——

"All those who died in the war have been resurrected."

"Everyone has lost their memory of Harry."

"Harry's whereabouts are unknown."

really.

The previous principals have been arguing about the unreasonable resurrection of the dead and the strangeness of Harry's inexplicable disappearance, but Dumbledore intuitively feels that there is an inevitable connection between these two things.

Why can the dead be brought back to life?Why did Harry disappear from everyone's memory?Where has he gone now?

These mysteries seem to be answered only by Harry.But Harry's whereabouts are unknown, and they, the only ones who remember Harry, are restricted by the frame and cannot look around.

Dumbledore, who had always been able to easily control the overall situation, felt powerless for the first time.

Now all he can do is wait, waiting for either Harry to appear by himself, or a miracle happens and everyone recovers their memories...

Dumbledore's heart sank suddenly.

Time will never go back and history will never be rewritten.

If it was really Harry who went against the sky to resurrect the dead, what price would he pay for it?

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More and more people are aware of the abnormality.

When the students met Ron and Hermione, they would joke about how the famous Iron Triangle lost one person. When Professor Lupine talked about the Patronus Charm, they would sigh a beautiful stag, and they would show off when visiting the prize showroom. Lanffindor has the smallest Seeker in a century, and it seems that even the atmosphere of the school that lacks the famous confrontation between rivals is a pity when someone argues.

However, no one can tell more details, but they are all deeply doubting whether everything that blurted out is real or just their own wild fantasy.

Even so, everyone still didn't pay too much attention to these abnormalities, but put all their energy on the upcoming NEWTs exam.The heavy schoolwork makes many people unable to make time to go home even for Christmas, and everyone is doing the final sprint and preparation.

This tension lasted until the end of the exam in June.No matter what the result is, everyone is finally relieved, and the news that the school will hold a Quidditch friendly match specially for this year's graduates makes everyone even more excited.

As we all know, the students returning to school are the most legendary class in Hogwarts in the past hundred years. In addition to the famous war heroes, there are also many Quidditch players. As a result, the stands of the brand new stadium were crowded with students from the four colleges early on.

Draco paused in the air for the signal to start the match.

Slytherin and Gryffindor have always been incompatible, and they have always fought to the death on the court.However, he didn't know whether it was because of the experience of the war or other reasons. When he learned that the result of the draw was against Gryffindor, he realized that he had long been in a peaceful state of mind and lost the combative mentality that he used to want to win.

A few junior students in the stands heard the song "Weasley is Our King" from nowhere, and sang it sparsely as if it were a joke.

The corner of Draco's mouth slightly curled up in a self-deprecating arc: the past self was really childish and ridiculous.He looked at the opponent's goalkeeper, but Ron was also looking at him unexpectedly. The two looked at each other for a moment and nodded to each other in unison.Just at this moment, Ms. Huo Qi's whistle sounded, and the two immediately entered the competition state.

A faint golden light flashed from the corner of his eyes.

Draco quickly turned the direction of the broom and chased after him, as fast as a shooting star across the sky.His eyes were fixed on the golden ball in front of him, but his mind gradually became dazed during the high-speed flight.

It seemed that someone had fought for the Snitch with him, and had also soared in the sky with him.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the side, and the vague shadow that had been in his mind from time to time after returning to school seemed to appear in front of him at this moment. He even felt that he could see the other party stretching out his hand to him, and he could hear the other party smiling brightly. voice said to him:

"Draco, let's make peace."

Draco smiled and stretched out his hand to hold it, but the air slipped away from his palm, and the illusory figure disappeared completely at the same time.

A sharp pain instantly tightened his heart.

He hovered abruptly over the court, and his consciousness was completely lost in the distance.

The opponent's Seeker flew in from a distance, knocked him off the broom with great momentum, and reached out to grab the Snitch flapping its wings right next to his ear.

Draco fell from dozens of feet like a lifeless puppet without any struggle.

Amid the loud exclamations, several floating spells shot at his body from different directions, effectively slowing down the speed of the fall, making him float gently on the grass like a piece of cotton wool.

But he was still pale and fell into a coma.

After a brief inspection, Snape didn't find anything serious, so he asked Goyle and others to take him to the medical wing, and then turned his head to face the red-haired girl, his dark eyes were full of anger.

"Principal Snape, I don't think Ginny did it on purpose," Hermione pleaded for the girl before he could speak, "She was just too eager to catch the Snitch. Please give her a chance to change, will you? "

Ginny lowered her head with a pale face.

She just wanted to take the opportunity of catching the snitch to vent her dissatisfaction.She hated Malfoy, not only because her mother had scolded herself for him, but more importantly, she always felt that Malfoy had taken away something she loved.She thought that even if he couldn't completely avoid it with his ability, at most it would be just a little bit of skin trauma, who knows...

She really didn't want to let him die.

Snape's face softened a little because Hermione rescued Draco in the first place.Seeing that Draco was not really injured, he snorted and deducted fifty points from Gryffindor before striding away from the court.

Hermione waited for everyone around to disperse before looking at the red-haired girl seriously: "Ginny, I don't want to explore the reasons why you did this. But I can tell you that if Malfoy really has any accident because of this, you Never in your life expecting to be forgiven by Harry."

Ginny bit her lip.She wasn't surprised that Hermione could see her intentions, but she wasn't too happy that Hermione was stern on her because of that annoying Malfoy like her mother.But her attention was quickly diverted by curiosity: "Who is Harry?"

Hermione stiffened again.

She has never been superstitious, let alone divination, so the fact that she blurted out a strange person's name more than once could only mean that this person had a deep connection with herself.

So, who is this person?Why would I forget him?

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"How dare she, Weasley!!"

"If something happens to Draco, she won't be able to afford a hundred!"

"If it wasn't for Hermione's sake, I would have thrown Avada in the past."

"But what the hell was Draco thinking? How could he stop so suddenly? If it wasn't for that, there's no way Weasley would touch him at all."

"'Well done'? Didn't you notice that there was something wrong with his expression before he stopped? He stretched out his hand as if trying to grab something, but the Snitch was in another direction."

"It's true from what you said. But what is he going to catch..."

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, it's time for you to leave, Mr Malfoy needs to rest."

"Madame Pomfrey, how is Draco?"

"It's just a little frightened. It's not a big problem. You go back and let him rest quietly for a while. I guarantee that he will be able to catch up with today's dinner."

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It wasn't until the room was completely quiet that Draco slowly opened his eyes.He woke up as soon as he entered the medical wing, but he didn't want to respond to his friend's doubts, let alone refute the so-called "scared".

The line of sight moved slowly in the ward, and then stayed on one of the beds.

I still vaguely remember that that person never took good care of himself, and he was always injured a lot. Over time, the medical wing had his exclusive bed.

There was another dull pain in my heart.

There is no need to have any doubts anymore, he can already be sure that when he knew nothing, he lost the most important treasure in his life.