[HP] Kiss you in glory

Harry heard faint screams in his drowsiness, but it didn't wake him up. His mind and body were exhausted, and he only wished he had fallen asleep forever.

When he woke up again, it was daylight and Sirius was not by his bedside.

Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Hermione were standing by the bed watching him. Harry straightened up, leaned against the head of the bed, picked up his glasses from the bedside table and put them on, and they all looked at him silently and cautiously.

"Sirius is busy gathering people, and you'll see him again soon," said Mrs. Weasley at last, nudging the bag of gold coins on the bedside table, "Fudge came at three o'clock in the morning... …forget about that for a while, and think about what you're going to buy with your winnings."

"I don't want those gold coins," Harry said flatly, without enthusiasm in his voice, "You take it, anyone can take it, it doesn't belong to me, it should belong to Anne."

At this time, the emotions that he had been desperately suppressing and restraining after leaving the maze all hit his heart at once, and there was a burning pain in his eyes. He blinked vigorously and stared at the ceiling above.

Ron looked worried, Hermione's face was pale and his eyes were tired, Mrs. Weasley gently hugged Harry, Harry had never felt his mother's embrace, which reminded him of the souls of his parents in the cemetery, Voldemort His ugly face, and Annie's slack-eyed appearance... These images swirled back and forth in his brain, he clenched his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and suppressed the painful roar that was about to burst through his throat.

During the last two weeks of term, Harry would often spend the whole day in a daze under the beech tree by the Black Lake, and most people walked around him in the corridors, avoiding his eyes.Some put their hands to their mouths and whispered to each other as he walked by.Harry didn't care what they thought of him: believing or skeptical, or taking his words as gibberish, a grandstanding lunatic... he didn't care, he just wanted to visit St. Mungo's when the finals were over annie.

More often, he would stay with Ron and Hermione, sometimes they played chess together, and sometimes he sat aside, Hermione read a book, and Ron played wizard chess by himself.

In the middle of the night near the end of June, Harry couldn't sleep, so he wore the Invisibility Cloak and sneaked to the top of the Astronomy Tower to breathe fresh air. To his surprise, Hermione was there too.

Hermione leaned against the railing with two bottles of Fire whiskey beside her. She glanced up and patted the open space beside her casually.

Harry accepted what he saw almost instantly, threw the Invisibility Cloak on the ground as a cushion, picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured it into his mouth.

The two looked at each other in silence. Harry noticed that Hermione's complexion was getting worse and worse, and there were emotions he couldn't understand surging in her brown eyes. Harry never asked her why she said that to Anne at that time. He believed that Hermione and his just as painful.

But... She didn't see that scene with her own eyes after all.

Harry looked down at the ground, and Hermione closed her eyes and squeezed the bottle tightly, her knuckles turning white.

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There was an eerie dead silence inside the Slytherin house.

No one wanted to mention Anne's name, and everyone's face was pale and dignified. Arya and Rachael decided to gather the founders for a meeting in the Room of Requirement.

They sat silently at the long table, and Arya spoke first, with a cold voice, "Are you scared now? Huh?" She tapped her finger on the table lightly, "Let me think... Could it be that some of you are shaken?" Is it? After the adults left us for a while, you started to think about retreating, didn't you?"

Graham said loudly, "I will not betray my lord, and she is still alive, and will come back soon."

Yige's face was gloomy, "I will not betray you." He said and glanced at Graham, "I don't have a family background, so I won't be influenced by those people."

"So...is the mysterious man really back?" Darryl asked with difficulty.

The atmosphere on the long table suddenly changed, and everyone's body and nerves were tense.

Arya pursed her lips and exchanged glances with Rachael. Rachael said in a deep voice, "That's right. According to the other founders' information, the mysterious man has indeed returned."

"Your Excellency is in limbo at St. Mungo's," Darryl said. "Should we make sure..."

"What do you want to confirm? To confirm that the lord is dead, or that the mysterious person is alive?" Rachael said coldly, "I will tell everyone, from today onwards, we are already in a war."

"What we need to worry about now is the position of other families," Olivia thought, "If the former Death Eaters have returned to the mysterious man, then..." She looked up at Rachael, "I think Some people are more suspicious."

"Are you questioning me?" Rachael sneered, "I will never join the mysterious man, Bok, I hate the mysterious man."

The Pusul brothers and sisters moved uneasily, and Darryl frowned, "Arya, did your lord say anything to you?"

Arya's expression became gloomy, and no one had seen such an expression on her face.

"My lord gave me a secret order." She said, and everyone's eyes widened, "Why don't you show it???"

"This secret order cannot be opened now." Arya's tone also showed some anxiety, "She didn't tell me how to open it, she just told me to wait for the time."

Rachael took a deep breath and said to the others, "Now, the biggest problem we face is how we will behave without the leadership of adults in the next period of time."

"Since the Lord's secret order can't be read yet, we will proceed as usual." Olivia said, "But we have to be careful about some people."

Julian's hair was disheveled, and he looked sluggish. He lay on the table and said slowly, "You mean Malfoy and Parkinson? Then Slytherin will have civil strife next."

"They didn't dare," Rachael said. "Their parents didn't want them to be a target at school."

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Harry was in a heavy heart. He packed his luggage in the dormitory and dawdled for a long time before slowly going downstairs.School leaving banquets were often turned into a kind of celebration in the past. Since he left the ward, he no longer went to crowded places. He didn't want to come into contact with too many people, and he didn't want to be treated with sympathy or Look at it with speculative and suspicious eyes.

Gone are the usual decorations of the Great Hall, which is usually redecorated in the colors of the winning house at the leaving party.Tonight, however, the walls behind the staff desks are hung with curtains from the four houses, decorated in the colors of the four houses.

The real Moody was sitting on the teaching bench. Harry glanced around and found that Snape was not there, and Karkaroff's place was also vacant. Harry wondered where he would flee to, whether he was caught by Voldemort .

How could Dumbledore be sure that Snape would be loyal to him?His mother was dead, and he would have asked Voldemort to kill the three of them, his father and his children, in order to save his mother's life. Wouldn't he go back to his old business now and do the Death Eater business again?

Dumbledore said he was a double agent, but Snape also said the same with Voldemort, how could Dumbledore believe him 100%?

Dumbledore stood up from the teaching chair and interrupted Harry's train of thought. Tonight's auditorium was much quieter than the school leaving banquets in the past, and it was even more silent now.

"Another year," said Dumbledore, "and it's over."

"Tonight, I have a lot to say to you." Dumbledore pointed to the empty seat at the front of the Slytherin table, "but I must first tell you that tonight you should sit in the seat and enjoy with us the most." Warriors of the dinner party, she's absent."

"I want to tell you that Anne Potter is one of the best students I know. She is very talented, but she is never complacent because of her magical power; she has suffered all kinds of hardships, but she has never complained about misfortune. ;She treats people gently, helps students who are in difficulty, respects everyone, and makes Slytherin House unprecedentedly united. It is such a person, such an excellent classmate, who is now lying on the bed of St. Mungo's Magical Hospital, missing Come to tonight's party."

The students on the long Slytherin table lowered their heads palely, and Pansy quietly raised his eyes to look at Draco on the opposite side, and found that his expression was calm, but his eyes were blankly looking at a certain point in the sky.

She sighed secretly in her heart, and began to feel sad for her future.Blaise quietly grabbed her wrist under the table, she was slightly taken aback, then smiled wryly.

"She should have enjoyed everyone's cheers and flowers, step by step towards her own honor, but now, I can't even promise everyone that Anne will return to us all intact from the hospital." Dumbledore said seriously.

Dumbledore's tone slowly changed from soft to icy.

"I think you have a right to know what's going on, even if the Ministry of Magic is trying to cover up the truth," said Dumbledore. "Everyone should be aware of the seriousness of the situation."

"Voldemort has been resurrected, and he is now planning a war in the wizarding world somewhere."

There was a nervous murmur in the Great Hall, and Harry watched coldly as they went from muttering to silence.

"Some of the parents of some of my classmates may have been shocked by what I did - either because they couldn't believe Voldemort had really returned, or because they didn't think I should tell you this, given how young you are. However I believe it is always better to tell the truth than to lie, but if I say that Anne Porter lost her arm through carelessness and that the cruelty she suffered was an accident, I think it is a disservice to her character. insult."

At this time, every face in the auditorium was turned towards Dumbledore, and shock and fear were written on every face.

"And I don't think you don't need to know about this," said Dumbledore, "because the war has come, it will not show mercy because of your young age, and I also know that some of the students in this auditorium have been killed because of the war. Having lost one of my favorite family members, I have no doubt that many more families will be destroyed by Lord Voldemort, so we need to unite."

"One other person must be mentioned when speaking of Anne Potter," continued Dumbledore, "her brother, Harry Potter, of course."

There was a stir in the Great Hall, and several people turned their heads to Harry, and then quickly turned back to look at Dumbledore.

"Anne Potter was cruelly tortured by Voldemort, and I believe she must have fought against Voldemort before that. Her brother Harry Potter escaped Voldemort's claws," Dumbledore said, "He risked Dangerous to life, brought Anne who was incapacitated to fight back to Hogwarts, few wizards can show fearlessness in the face of Voldemort's threat. For this, I pay tribute to the two heroes of the Potter family .”

Dumbledore turned gravely to Harry, raising his glass again.

Almost everyone in the auditorium raised their glasses and whispered the names of Harry and Anne. At this moment, Harry suddenly realized what Dumbledore meant by unity.

The four houses of Hogwarts all achieve each other and rely on each other.

"The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament was to enhance and foster mutual understanding within the wizarding community, and in light of what is happening now - and in light of Voldemort's return - that connection is more important than ever."

"Every guest in this Great Hall," said Dumbledore, his eyes resting on Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's classmates, "is welcome to come back at any time. Say it again - in light of Voldemort's return from the dead, we are only as strong as we are united; we are weaker as we are divided. Voldemort created conflict and enmity with great skill. We can only fight it if we demonstrate the same unbreakable friendship and trust In the end. As long as we have the same goal and open our hearts, differences in habits and language will not be an obstacle."

"When you have to choose between the right path and the shortcut, please remember the Potter family, remember the Potter couple who sacrificed their lives to save their children from Voldemort's hand, remember these two who faced Voldemort head-on at the age of 14 The Potter brothers and sisters, please remember all those who gave their lives or a deeper price to resist Voldemort, because of them, we can live a stable life for more than ten years."

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The last day of the semester ended after Dumbledore's speech. The Hogwarts train was very noisy, but the compartment where Harry, Hermione and Ron were staying was extremely quiet. Hermione was holding a book in her hand. , but she didn't look at it, and touched Crookshanks who was lying on the side. Harry endured and endured, and finally said what he wanted to say most in his heart.

"Hermione, what's the matter with you?"

Ron looked puzzled, and Hermione raised her eyebrows lightly, "What's wrong with me?"

"I thought you'd be worried about Anne," said Harry, "but I don't see how much you worry about her."

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Ron wondered, "Why isn't Hermione worried about Anne?"

Hermione raised her hand, and Crookshanks jumped onto the table. She looked at the big ginger cat quietly, her eyes filled with exhaustion, "Then how can I prove that I am worried about her, crying bitterly, or Noisy to go to St. Mungo's to see her? Harry, sometimes I envy you." She looked at Harry with a bitter smile, "I want to be like you..."

- How nice it is to know nothing.

"I don't know how to face her." Her voice was as soft as the wind. "I don't know what kind of her I will see. I am afraid that she will forget the love, the tenderness, and those feelings."

"How do we know if we don't go?" Harry said, "No matter what, she is still my sister, your lover. Even if she forgets, we can start over from the beginning."

"You're wrong, Harry." Hermione leaned back in the chair, her long legs curled up in the chair, her brown eyes were full of sorrow, like a soft and fragile deer, "I'm afraid of her Forget the ability to love."

"Harry, I'm crazily infatuated with her more than you can imagine. If she forgets to love me, I'll go crazy." She gave Harry a faint smile.

Harry remained silent for a long time, looking out the window at the swiftly passing scenery.

He felt that a big hole had quietly collapsed deep in Hermione's heart.

But what he didn't know was that the big hole had long been leaking from the wind, and it was broken, no matter how repaired it was, it couldn't be repaired.

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