[HP] Illusion

After the summer vacation, the weather is still hot. As long as a person stands under the hot balcony, it doesn't take long to melt into a puddle of water. At this time, the cooling spell has become the greatest invention in the world.

This day is the first day of school, the weather is still good, until the evening when the train arrives, the sky is still clear - at least not like last year, when all the students got off the train, they were greeted with pouring rain, so brave The young freshmen almost thought they were going to be swallowed by the turbulent waves of the Black Lake. When they landed, their calves were trembling. Even Harry who was standing at the front door to greet them couldn't recognize them at all. Finally, when they were in the sorting house, some The talent recognized it, but last year's sorting ceremony ended amidst the screams and the Sorting Hat's rambling N chorus.

Harry stood at the front door waiting for the new students as usual, and when they arrived, he ushered them in for sorting.This is the third year he has been assigned this task. Originally, this task belonged to the vice-principal, but it is said that the reason why he was selected was a surprise carefully arranged by all Hogwarts colleagues to welcome the students—ha Harry is standing here waiting for someone, which is similar to discovering that the male god has prepared a cake for you on your birthday—but let alone, Harry is definitely a legend in the hearts of most teenagers today, how many children are How many people grew up listening to his name, because they couldn't get into Gryffindor and hated it.

Not long after, Hagrid arrived at the oak gate with the new students, and Hagrid left after handing them over to him.At this time, most of the freshmen were standing in twos and threes, looking at the towering castle with anticipation on their immature faces.Whenever he sees such energetic children, Harry will think of the first time he saw Hogwarts, he was overwhelmed by the majestic momentum, and what Harry misses the most is the little wizards chattering about how The various interpretations of the Sorting Hat heard from the elders eventually became a contest of imagination for the elders, and the freshmen were frightened to death, fearing that they would be eliminated because they were not well sorted.

Many people present recognized Harry and started whispering, while those who were brave ran up to him and asked if he was the real person. After Harry had to introduce himself, the whispers that were originally only tense suddenly became louder, and some even There were screams, some people wanted to ask for autographs, some people ran up excitedly and wanted to shake hands or even beg for hugs, the scene fell into chaos for a while.

"The sorting ceremony will begin immediately. Everyone calm down and line up. It will be more helpful for the sorting ceremony to calm down." Harry tried to make himself serious, but his way was slightly different from McGonagall. Back then, they had the impression of absolute authority, and no one dared to disobey her, but Harry's face was serious and at the same time there was a hint of gentleness. Once he opened his mouth, almost no one dared to speak anymore. There are all kinds of legends about the sorting hat, so although they were very excited to see Harry, since even Harry suggested this, they had no choice but to line up obediently, and followed Harry into the This castle, which looks mysterious from the outside, is the place where they are about to start their seven-year study career.

The new school year has new weather, batch after batch of students leave, and batch after batch of newcomers come in. The beginning of the semester is always exciting, but at the end of the semester there is always a lot of parting and sentimentality. I wonder if his mother will look like this when he and the boy enter school next year?

He could have watched his mother and boy sorted, and of course he had a way of getting in and out of Hogwarts without disturbing anyone - the passages hadn't been sealed off at that time anyway - just a little risky.

But this idea can't be suppressed when there is a single sign of sparks. If you can see it on the spot, it will be different from the feeling in memory, because the scenes on the scene are all vivid, just like he can also be addicted to it. Watching them do the same thing in memory, but he doesn't feel that those he knows best are still alive.

He was afraid that he would not be able to resist such a temptation.

In fact, he can still think about this question slowly, because if he has to enter that world for more than a month, then even the Christmas holidays will be a bit tight, let alone the usual time.

Unless he can control the time when he returns from that world, but this idea seems a bit unrealistic.

Still, Harry decided to give it a try.

After sending the exhausted students from the train ride all day to the dormitory, Harry originally wanted to rush to Ravenclaw Tower as soon as possible, but because the time was still relatively sensitive and it was not yet time for the actual curfew, Harry decided to go first. I went back to the dormitory, intending to take a good bath before looking for Ravenclaw's ghost.

This day, because of the final preparations before welcoming the new students, Harry is exhausted. These days, the entire Hogwarts faculty and staff have been working overtime, but don't think that the students will be liberated after they come. The first two weeks were definitely a tough battle that had to be clenching your teeth.

After taking a bath, Harry stood in front of the mirror wearing a bathrobe. The white smoke in the bathroom hadn't dissipated yet, the mirror was blurry, and the image was hazy, making it impossible to see the person standing in front of him clearly.

The young man waved his hand, the fog on the mirror disappeared, and a figure was clearly reflected in the mirror.

Familiar yet unfamiliar.

The facial features are still the same, but the chin has been sharpened a lot, and the previous edges and corners have faded away.Harry hadn't seriously looked in the mirror for a long time, and this day he had a whim, but he was almost taken aback by himself.

Everyone used to say that he was very similar to his father, except for his eyes, face shape, nose and mouth. When he compared the photos of the two before, he was indeed [-]% similar—but now the person in the mirror is the same as his father. Apart from the somewhat similar facial features of the father, if the two of them stand together, they basically don't think that they are definitely father and son.

Harry found that he seemed to be a little too thin, and because of his extra busy work recently, his expression was also haggard. If it wasn't for some blush from taking a bath, he would not look angry at all, and his condition was really bad.

He untied the bathrobe on his body, exposing most of his upper body. When he just looked at it like this, he didn't feel much except that he felt a little thinner, but it was obvious from the mirror that the former abdominal muscles had almost disappeared, and the ribs looked Quite spit out, the color of the skin also changed from the once healthy wheat color to pale, where blue and purple blood vessels can be vaguely seen.

He involuntarily poked the skin on his stomach, it was flat and flat, and it seemed that he had lost a lot of weight.

Is that why this will scare people who haven't seen each other for a long time?

But after thinking about it, Harry couldn't quite understand why he seemed to have lost so much weight, except that his body was a little tired and he was not sick or in pain.

Wasn't it like this before...

Could it be a matter of traveling back and forth between the two worlds?

But despite thinking this way, Harry didn't take it seriously, he just mentioned it a little when he was talking to Helena about the issue of controlling time through two worlds.

But I don't know if it was because he asked very implicitly, the ghost of Ravenclaw didn't seem to understand.

——Or does the female ghost really imply that his time travel has nothing to do with the condition of his body?

"However, in this case, you should go to Madam Pomfrey to check it first. I used to think that you were too thin, and you looked like you were malnourished."

Harry: "..."

Helena raised her chin and pointed in a random direction, "St. Mungo is also a good choice."

It sounded like he wasn't going to get an answer anyway, and Harry quickly put the question behind him and returned to the question he most wanted answered today.

"Then are there really no matching spells for those handicrafts? I remember that when you opened that stone box that day, you read something I couldn't understand. It should be a spell?" Harry was a little curious about this, what kind of The power of his body can even be controlled by ghosts. Is it magic power or something else?But if the other party doesn't want to say it, he doesn't need to know the answer.

"That's the activation spell for that box. This kind of box was very popular in our time, because only you know the spell, and no one else can force it open." Helena explained, "It's just that it's said that this box will be made now. The elves who planted boxes have long since disappeared, and such crafts have also been lost."

Harry: "..." Actually, that's not what he wanted to know.

"The key and the hourglass might also have some kind of spell."

"As far as I know, there is none." Helena's eyes were clear, she seemed to know nothing, "It's been more than 1000 years, it's good that these things can still be preserved, you can't treat them So much to ask for."

"Thank you." Harry said absentmindedly.

"You're welcome." Helena held her skirt with both hands and saluted him, looking very playful.

"What's wrong with you?" As far as Helena he knew, it wasn't like this before. Has anything happened that he didn't know about during this period of time?

As a result, Helena asked him back, "What's wrong?"

It can't be because of Barrow...wait a minute—"Barrow, you are also from your time, right?"

Helena immediately understood what Harry was trying to say, "Baro? He doesn't care about much, he's still a Slytherin—" Her tone sounded a little disgusted.

"What's wrong with Slytherin?" The cold metallic voice suddenly rang out in the empty hallway. For a moment, Harry's scalp tingled and his arms got goosebumps.

"B-Baro—" Helena turned around, looking at the Slytherin ghost slowly emerging from the air, "When did you come?"

Barrow gave Harry a cold look, and said without emotion, "I've been here not long ago, I probably heard something."

Harry blinked, turned quickly to Barrow, and asked eagerly: "Then I won't repeat those questions just now, do you know the answer?"

Bloody Baron shook his head quickly.

Harry couldn't help feeling disappointed, he took two steps back, and said to the two ghosts, "Since that's the case, I have other things to deal with today, so I'll go back first, you guys continue talking..."

When he was leaving, he vaguely heard Helena say to Barrow, "Maybe I shouldn't...find them..."

The words of the next two ghosts drifted away on the wind, and Harry didn't hear a word, and didn't want to hear it.

If there really was such a method, based on what he knew about Helena, if she didn't want to say it, Ms. Ghost would talk about him, her eyes flickering. The lies that the ghost has always told are even worse than his.

It seems that there is indeed no way.

In fact, this is fine, there are still more than three months before the Christmas holiday, if his physical problems are really related to frequent time travel, then during this period of time he can cultivate well, so that he can see his mother and little Snape again When, it will not look too haggard.

Harry didn't go to St Mungo's for the next few days, not even to see Poppy in the hospital wing.

The beginning of the new school year is as busy as ever, and in the first two weeks, in addition to the normal class time, the summer homework to be corrected is two to three times the usual workload, which can be called the busiest day of the year except for the exam week.

During this time, anyone who is familiar with him will not bother him.

A few days later, the first Hogsmeade weekend arrived. Ron didn't know where he got the news, so he just squeezed out half a day in his busy Auror schedule, saying that he would spend half a day with Harry in Hogsmeade. Meet up and talk about things they haven't finished talking about before.

Because he had promised Ron a long time ago, when his owl came, Harry readily agreed to him. Hermione happened to be on vacation that day, so the gang of three got together again after the World Cup.I have to admit that because of this small gathering, this seems to be the time when they have the most frequent gatherings in the past three years. Because of the busy work of each other, the three of them get together less often, and usually get together in half a year. The last time was not bad, and there are usually not three people who meet, and Harry often releases two people during the big holidays, so they can only rely on owls to connect with each other.

It was still early when Harry arrived at the Three Broomsticks, and they had booked a box so that nothing of their conversation would get out.

The young man was sitting in the box, drinking the fragrant butter beer quietly alone - this was the picture of the clothes that Ron and Hermione saw when they came in.

"Harry, tell the truth," Hermione was the first to attack after the box door closed, "Every time I see you, I want to be very angry, but you sent you a nutrition menu in the middle of your busy schedule, and you were in the letter before. Tell me you like it very much, it doesn't seem to be the same thing now." She looked at the young man in front of her with suspicion. "Aren't you perfunctory me?"

"It was busy a while ago, but it's much better this time around," Harry hurriedly argued, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Kreacher, since I feel that I am too thin, I have eaten on time, and I will never lose weight because of being busy." I was too busy to eat." He hurriedly sought support, "Ron..."

"Uh..." He looked at his girlfriend's fiery expression, lowered his head in embarrassment, and secretly patted Harry's thigh to express his comfort.

——Obviously this is also a pig teammate.

"Look... you haven't lost weight yet, but don't tell me you're losing weight." Harry immediately changed the subject. "Yes, Ron."

Poor kid Ronnie just became a sandwich between brother and girlfriend...

"Let me tell you, we're running out of time today..." Ron bit the bullet and said under the staring eyes of the two, "Why don't we talk about Harry's subject first, and then talk about other things..."

Of course, Harry agreed with both hands and feet, so that if Hermione disagreed, it wouldn't delay the business.

Harry brought the research materials here. Before, it was just empty talk. Although Ron had an idea, he definitely only knew a thing or two. This time, he had a detailed description. Although the explanation took some time, the progress is gratifying , even Hermione listened with gusto.

"Dude, this is really amazing, would you... I mean, can you find time to come to our Auror Division to give a lecture?" Ron issued an earnest invitation.

"Pfft—" Harry snorted, and Hermione shook her head.

"I said," Harry looked at Hermione, "if someone said that Ron would love his job so much, who would believe it?"

"Hey - buddy, how can you say that..."

Unexpectedly, Hermione still said that, "He is always overly enthusiastic about the things he likes, but he just lacks enough self-confidence, but since entering the Auror Division, this situation has been significantly improved—"

Harry was amazed, Ron's labor performance was always inconsistent with his strength, which also caused many people to underestimate him, but when it really came to the critical moment, he was still very powerful, at least in the final battle, he He was also able to enter the ground undisturbed and pulled out the poison of the basilisk, and he was able to destroy the Horcrux in the golden cup. He is a first-class hero.

"Listen, buddy—"

Ron looked at Harry triumphantly, and when he wanted to take advantage of the situation to make him agree to his invitation, there was a knock on the door of the box.

Generally speaking, Ms. Rosta would not tell others that someone was in the box, but the things they ordered had already been delivered, and she also said that no one should be disturbed, so who was the person knocking on the door outside.

The visitor stopped knocking a few times, but didn't give up—"Harry, it's me."

"Isn't that the headmaster's voice?" Ron whispered in horror, "Why is she here?"

"What are you afraid of, I still see her every day—" Harry stood up angrily, and hurried to open the door.

"Sorry to disturb your party," McGonagall stood alone outside the door, "I heard that Weasley and Granger are here, do you mind if I come in and sit for a while?"

Harry didn't dare to say that he minded, Ron stood at attention at all, and waited respectfully for her to sit down before he dared to sit down tremblingly, his buttocks only touched a little of the edge of the chair.

"Minerva, you startled Ron." Harry immediately reported.

Hearing Harry's words, Ron's face immediately turned red, and he stammered a bit when he spoke: "No, no, no, Principal McGonagall, don't listen to Harry's nonsense..."

"Don't worry," McGonagall couldn't be serious at this time, "I didn't come to tell you that you violated the school rules and you will deduct Gryffindor points."

Hermione snorted, and Ron blushed more and more. He gave Harry a nasty look, which made Harry laugh out loud.

"What is this—" Mag first noticed the parchment document on the desktop, "Aren't you guys at a party, why are you still talking about business?"

"No," Ron became serious as soon as he said this, and he quickly seized the opportunity, "By the way, Headmaster, I have one thing to ask you, oh no, on behalf of the Aurors A request is made to you."

McGonagall seemed to be listening attentively, but Ron hurriedly said, "Harry did a research project on Defense Against the Dark Arts, which happened to be what our Auror Department needed. I thought about it for a while, and asked him to give us Auror Division is giving lectures, I wonder if you will let him go?"

"Here, have you discussed it with the director of the Auror Division?" McGonagall's expression was obviously a little surprised. She saw that Harry didn't particularly shy away from her, and picked up the parchment that Harry put on the table and looked at it. Two eyes, "Of course there is no problem on our side, the main reason is that he is now in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts courses for all grades, and of course he can help you when he is free on weekends, so the key is Harry..."

"Of course there are. I think they would like to ask Harry to change jobs." Of course Ron would not be so authoritarian. "By the way, Harry, do you have any questions? Sacrifice your weekend and benefit the entire wizarding community."

Harry: "..." Gouging the wall in front of his mentor, isn't this the spokesperson of "Two" at all?

"Hermione, did you teach him to say this?" McGonagall smiled inexplicably, "It really looks good, Ron."

Hermione shook her head quickly, and Ron's face flushed again, looking nervous.

"Good job, Ron."

"I'll try my best!" Ron said quietly.

"I'm fine." After watching the play, Harry agreed with a smile, "After I sort out all these things," sorting out the materials would not be a problem for him, and now the lesson plans are all written by himself—— The teacher has rich experience, "I will discuss with you again."

Minerva did exactly as she said, she sat down and left, but before she left, she dropped a blockbuster: "Harry, before school starts, I told you to go to St. Mungo's for a comprehensive check-up, you went ?"

Harry: "..."

Both Hermione and Ron's eyes widened, "Are you sick?"

"……No."

"So it didn't go?" McGonagall raised her eyebrows, "Although you look better recently than before..."

——Harry felt that every word McGonagall said was digging a hole.

"...But obviously you still have to go," she said. "By the way, Ron, just stop what I promised you just now..."

Ron, who was half wilted: "..."

"I think, before that, Harry should go to St. Mungo's first. There's nothing else to do, and it won't be too late for you." She still didn't forget to ask for support, "Are you right, Hermione?"

"Of course," Hermione nodded approvingly. "If he doesn't go, Ron and I will find time to force him to go."

Ron and Harry oppressed by two women: "..."

Under McGonagall's gaze of "you continue to sit here if you don't agree to me", Harry nodded compulsively.

"Actually, I'm fine," he continued to defend himself, "When I was young, I was more malnourished, and there was nothing wrong with it. I would eat more nutritious things, and soon...be able to make up for it. "

"No matter what, you still have to go, not only for yourself, but also for everyone who cares about you—" Mag finally straightened his face.

Harry finally knew what she was here for, he just saw that Hermione and Ron were there, and he was going to join forces with them to oppress him! ! !

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Chapter Title: Physical Condition

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