Mentor and Friends

Harry asked him, in this world, how many people live and die together?There was a deep sense of sadness in that tone, as if he had experienced the pain of life and death before, so he was so confused and asked him what was wrong with his life and death.

Aberforth froze there, unable to find the words to answer him.

His wand was held in mid-air before the spell could be said.

Harry's wand was still glowing, and Aberforth found the young man standing there looking at the exhausted man on the ground with a complicated expression through the faint light.

For a moment, Aberforth didn't know how to describe Harry's feeling to him. He knew that Harry was worried about these two people. All kinds of tone to stimulate yourself, to give them three opportunities to create.

He seemed to want the three of them to reconcile more than himself.

It's just that Aberforth couldn't figure out Harry's attitude. He was the one who was tired and worried, but in the end, he was the one who faced the result with indifference.

Even his younger brother, although he has been in a cold war with his elder brother for decades, still couldn't hide his mask when he saw him injured, and showed his worry on his face. On the other hand, the busy person who contributed to this opportunity, He seemed anxious at first, but when the result came out, he just said softly: "It's okay."

What is it?

The two people in front of them had exhausted mana, weak breathing, unconsciousness, and serious injuries. One accidentally died, or became a squib because the mana could not be recovered.

The conclusion that can be reached without inspection, he just said "it's okay" lightly.

He even said to Aberforth: "Even if they die, I don't think I will be sad."

Abufu couldn't understand why there are two people who are so contradictory in the world.

Before the duel started, he seemed as busy as a participant, but after the duel, he was as indifferent as a passerby.

Just when Aberforth was thinking wildly, Albus slightly opened his eyes.

He seemed to be still in a daze, and he forced himself to wake up because he was vigilantly aware of someone around him, but what he saw with the faint light on Harry's wand was a face very similar to his own.

He squinted his eyes and looked at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled at him.

Harry extinguished the light on his wand, took a deep breath, and then seemed to want to breathe out the worries and tensions of these days along with that stale breath.

He turned around on the spot, and at the moment of Apparition, he seemed to be able to hear Aberforth's faint choking.

That's all he can do.

Harry thought so, how Grindelwald, Albus and Aberforth will get along in the future is beyond his planning.

He walked to the door of his house with a faint smile, and he couldn't hear any sound from the door.

He guessed that Tom probably went to read books after dinner, and Ron, either went out to visit the neighbors, or ate snacks and played wizard chess with himself.

The house was not as lively as other families, but at least Harry thought it was nice and cozy this way.

He thought as he opened the door.

The sudden sound made him jump, because Ron's magic power wave was very close to him, he subconsciously didn't take precautions against this wave of magic power, but because he was distracted, he was taken aback.

"Happy birthday, Harry," Ron shouted back to his sanity.

Harry froze for a moment before he remembered that today was the last day of July, his birthday.

"Birthday..." He sighed as he closed the door.

"Although many people are not here, I think they will still celebrate your birthday, Harry." Ron is telling the truth. Since Harry was one year old, many people will be at their home on his birthday. Set up a rich dinner table inside, and celebrate the birthday of the "Boy Who Lived" with his family. After Voldemort died, he became the justifiable "Savior". Celebration - Voldemort's death date is used to commemorate the heroes who died in the war. People will not celebrate the end of the war on this day, but mourn the passing of heroes. Even the Ministry of Magic dare not use this day Make a fuss.

"I know, I know..." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder, his eyes sparkling with emotion.

A long time ago, he would always count the arrival of his birthday. Although no one celebrated it for him when he was at his uncle and aunt’s house, he still enjoyed it. After entering school, his good friends worked harder than him. Even though later, because of the hectic war, he was thinking about how to fight against Voldemort, how to destroy Horcruxes, and how to capture escaped Death Eaters and forget about these, but his friends will never forget.

Harry believed that, even in his absence, Hermione and Mama Molly would cook a good table - and maybe bake a cake - for a place for him even in his absence, and they would Raise your glass and say, "Happy Birthday, Harry."

Tom stood beside Harry, looking at Harry as if lost in memory, his eyes were a little blurred, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes darkened.

He didn't know how many relatives and friends Harry had when he was in France, but he was sure that the relationship between Harry and the "they" in Ron's mouth must be very good, otherwise, how could Harry show such warmth just by thinking about it? What about your smile?

He hated that Harry was always thinking about a past he wasn't a part of, and that he was starting to worry about whether Harry was going to go somewhere into the future without him anytime soon.

Once this worry arose, it immediately took root in my heart, and then used the anger and suspicion in my heart as nourishment to grow higher and higher.

Tom stepped forward and took Harry's hand, even in an instant.

Harry was still recalling the past with his friends, and was still immersed in the warmth. When Tom disturbed him, although he came back to his senses, he still looked at Tom with a bit of confusion and blame, as if As if blaming him for not disturbing his memory.

"Harry." Tom took a deep breath. He has always been able to control his emotions very well. At this time, although all kinds of thoughts were churning in his heart, he was able to hide it well. Even Harry, who is good at observing words and expressions The people in the room also failed to notice the difference, "We made cakes and your favorite food, why don't you take a look?"

"Okay," Harry said to Tom, smiling, "Sorry I was a little distracted just now."

Tom shook his head, and pulled Harry towards the dining table.

He is tall, and the nearly 17-year-old boy is already slightly taller than Harry. Harry thinks that when Tom graduates and disappears from his sight for a few years, he will probably have to look up a little bit by then. Turn your head to see Tom.

There was a sumptuous dinner on the dining table that the three of them would never be able to finish.

After Harry went out in the morning, Ron got busy early in the morning. This was the first time Tom saw Ron get up before eleven o'clock. He was a little surprised, but he still didn't ask anything at that time, just got up early in the morning He was a little surprised not to see Harry, with only his breakfast on the table.

I asked Ron redundantly, and he fell silent after getting the news that Harry was out.

The relationship between him and Ron stopped at the ordinary relationship between students and teaching assistants. It was only because of Harry's existence that they had negotiations.

If he hadn't heard Ron murmuring that he didn't know how to make a birthday cake, should he go out and buy something like that, he wouldn't have had a vague premonition and asked the other party and learned that it was Harry's birthday.

Then, thinking about it, he actually felt that he was quite a failure. Harry seemed to know all his preferences. He liked to study black magic, and he liked to do all kinds of powerful experiments. Everything he likes is clearly visible, even his own birthday, which he himself has forgotten, Harry, who is away from home, can send a letter back to remind Ron not to forget.

But what about him?

what does he remember

The Harry in his memory seems to always have a gentle smile. He seems to keep a certain distance from everything, and he doesn't like it very much, nor is he very enthusiastic.

Except flying.

He'd seen Harry fly through the air, so reckless, so dazzling, so... mesmerizing.

But besides these?

He doesn't know anything.

He didn't know what books Harry liked to read, or if he liked reading books at all.

He didn't know what Harry liked to eat, or if he didn't like anything but pumpkin pie.

He didn't know what Harry cared about, or if he didn't care about anything but Ron.

He... doesn't know anything.

Tom helped Ron prepare the evening food. Ron got up early in the morning because his hands and feet were not flexible, so he got up early in the morning to prepare the evening food. Later, Tom helped him a lot easier , It's just that people have a stinky expression of "I'm helping because of Harry", even if Ron wanted to say thank you, he couldn't say it.

An hour before Harry came back, they had just finished making the cake, and then one of them sat on the sofa reading a book while the other played chess with itself.

When the door was opened, the two stood up in unison.

Tom watched Ron chatting with Harry, watching Harry lost in thought with a nostalgic smile, the annoyance caused by not knowing Harry's past during the day and the panic that Harry would go somewhere he didn't know, almost Occupied all his mind.

He needed to work hard to control himself, to be strong and composed in Harry's presence.

"I didn't make the cake, you know, I'm not very good at these, Tom said I made it for you myself." He heard Ron say so.

Then he heard Harry laughing in his ear, thanking him softly.

He looked at Harry in some confusion, then his eyes fixed on Harry's lips unconsciously, and then he suddenly recalled that unexpected kiss on the side of the road in Godric's Hollow half a year ago.

That was something that should have been forgotten long ago, but at this moment he forcibly dug it out of his mind.

Then Tom found that he could no longer take his eyes off Harry's parting lips.

Until Harry handed the cake to Ya.

It's like a child who is making an unknown plan, and his thoughts are suddenly interrupted by someone. Although the other party doesn't know what he is thinking in his heart, he is still flustered and doesn't know what to do.

Tom took the cake that Harry handed over. He didn't like sweets, but he was eating the cake that Harry handed over in embarrassment at this moment.

He knew he could ask Harry anything, but just now, he couldn't ask.

The author has something to say: I am on the second update, I really am on the second update! ! !Although... it's past twelve o'clock, but I'm really on the second watch (broken thoughts)