[HP] Kiss you in glory

Hermione and Dumbledore stared at each other, neither of them speaking.

Finally, Hermione frowned.

"I thought you were going to ask me right away what happened to me over the next two years, or how Voldemort died," she said.

Dumbledore seemed to be in a better mood. He smiled and said, "I do have a lot of doubts, but I think if I ask you these things now, it will definitely bring you a lot of pressure."

"I'm not a child anymore, Dumbledore. I was already in my 20s when I died in my last life." Hermione said lightly, "Since Anne died, I have experienced many things...There is nothing to worry about."

Dumbledore didn't speak, but looked at her tenderly with his blue eyes, and Hermione felt a little uncomfortable, what should I say?No matter which time and space Dumbledore is in, she will feel that she is still a child blessed by the elders.

"So, then Anne remembered it too." Dumbledore asked.

"Well." Hermione looked at the other side of the open space, someone was already asleep, "I think so, otherwise her reaction would not be so violent, only she knows how much wronged she has suffered, and I just know Just a little bit." The light in the room was reflected on the open space through the glass, Mr. Weasley thought for a while, and still conjured up a few curtains to build a few simple small rooms.

"Has Anne's personality changed a lot between her last life and this life?" Dumbledore said.

"I can only say that she is still the same." Hermione said softly, as if a dense rain had fallen in her heart, "I didn't participate in her life before she was 11 years old, but everything has changed, Starting from Diagon Alley...it was different. She was excellent in school, very talented, improved rapidly, had a better relationship with Snape, and Sirius..."

As she spoke, she felt a sore heart, and closed her eyes sadly.

"You are still in love," Dumbledore whispered.

Hermione laughed abruptly, deep emptiness appeared in her brown eyes, she didn't know whether she was laughing at what Dumbledore said, or herself, "Whether we love each other depends on what she thinks. Whether in the previous life or in this life, I will never fall in love with another person."

"It's so easy to say love," she sneered, "It's so easy to say it with a movement of the lips, who would believe it."

"But it is undeniable that love does exist." Dumbledore said gently, "and I also believe that love is the greatest power in this world."

……

"When will she wake up again?" Harry sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Annie closely, with repressed sadness floating in his green eyes.

"This happened to Annie three times." Ms. Prewett said, "Every time Dumbledore used an ancient hypnotic spell to put her into a deep sleep. It is difficult for ordinary people to wake up with their own willpower." , but Anne has stronger mental power than others, she can wake up after a day of lethargy, and then continue to sit upright on the bed in a daze, playing chess for the whole afternoon."

"As long as no one disturbs her," she sighed, "she seems to be able to stay in this room forever."

"She's not content to be ordinary." Harry gently touched Anne's left index finger with his little finger, "She won't stay here forever."

"But the endless pain will make her escape from reality." Ms. Prewett said. Looking at her soft face, Harry felt vaguely familiar with her, but he couldn't grasp that trace of thought.

"Ms. Prewett, your name is the same as my mother's." Harry said softly, "Her name is Lily too. I think Anne must miss her mother so she doesn't get angry so easily when she sees you."

"Maybe... Dumbledore insisted on letting me be the main healer." Ms. Prewett touched Harry's head, "Mother's care can heal everything."

"Yeah..." Harry murmured with a breath, "but we don't have a mother anymore."

He looked up at Ron who walked in, crying silently.

"Is her arm never going to heal again?" Ron stared at Annie's hollow right sleeve, with some disbelief and hesitation in his tone, "Harry has lost bones before, and I saw in the waiting room There are a lot of people missing ears and noses and things..."

"Crouch should be using dark magic," Harry said, "Dumbledore said that black magic can't be cured...unless there is a counter-curse." He paused, feeling his throat get blocked, "and, then The arm was never recovered and is probably rotting by now..."

"God!" Ron looked pained, and looked at Anne again.

"But I see that Voldemort put a silver arm on Wormtail, so Anne can also..." Harry looked at Dumbledore, who said slowly, "Harry, Voldemort gave Wormtail a new arm. Arm, but suspicious by nature, he must have implanted his own thoughts into it. For example, one day Wormtail didn't want to do anything and wanted to escape, then this arm with Voldemort's thoughts would prevent the master from escaping...and Voldemort My favorite is a dead man who doesn't threaten."

"But... we don't implant our own thoughts, do we?" Harry asked eagerly, and Dumbledore sighed, "Harry, I don't think Anne would want someone to put a spell on her to become Arm, she's so proud."

"Let's eat something." Sirius came back with a big bag of things, Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder, and everyone left the room.

McGonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore stepped aside. Dumbledore thought for a while and waved his wand. Unlike Mr. Weasley, he expanded the area of ​​the open space outside Annie's ward several times and divided it into approximately Five or six rooms.

"This way you can rest better." After he finished speaking, he walked into one of the rooms with McGonagall, Flitwick and Snape.

The glass door was closed, and Anne was the only one sleeping peacefully in the spacious ward. A wall separated her from the others in two worlds. Harry ate a sandwich, chewing on the taste.

Hermione looked at Harry who was eating absent-mindedly and occasionally looked up at the ward, with complex emotions in her eyes.

It was the first major change that Harry could remember—he was, after all, a baby when his parents died.

He whispered something to Ron, his green eyes dissipated childishness, and he became more calm. Ron held his shoulder and patted him again and again. Hermione watched quietly, and suddenly remembered something. Important matter.

"Harry, where is Anne's wand?"

Harry's body froze for a few seconds, and he turned his head slowly. Seeing that his face was pale, Hermione frowned and walked beside him and sat down without saying a word.

There were slight footsteps in the narrow corridor, Sirius stood up vigilantly, pointing at the entrance with his wand, Fudge and his officials had already left, who else would come now except the therapist?

Harry thought he was a little stressed, but stood up with him.

In the next second, Sirius rushed over - and hugged the plainly dressed Remus Lupine.

"She's there...she's there..." Sirius choked up, and Remus comforted him in a low voice, "I know, I know... I'm sorry, I was in trouble there, I didn't get out in time... ..." The two embraced tightly, and then Remus walked towards the glass wall, visiting Anne in the ward.

Sirius seemed to have been refraining from getting angry with Snape during this period of time - at least that's how it seemed to Harry, the arrival of Remus at this moment almost tore his last nerve called reason, haha Leigh watched his chest rise and fall several times, and rushed into the room where Dumbledore and the others were. Everyone froze, and then Remus also rushed into the room.

The wooden door conjured by Dumbledore was completely closed. Harry tried to push the door open, but the door remained motionless as if it had merged with the wall. Mr. Weasley ran over and grabbed Harry's arm. At the same time, Sirius' roar and the dull sound of fists hitting someone's face were heard.

"Sirius, stop!" This was McGonagall's frightened and stern voice.

"Why didn't you die, Snape?" This was Sirius' heartbreaking question full of hatred.

"What qualifications do you have to stand here now? What qualifications do you have to face Lily's daughter and son?" Sirius roared, "You are an extremely despicable coward! Scum! It is you who caused all this, and now hypocritically Stay here, do you think you are making atonement? Do you think you will be forgiven if you defect later?!"

"Sirius!" Remus said anxiously, Harry guessed that he hugged Sirius, Mr. Weasley silently let go of Harry, turned around and scolded his children, "Go back to your room!"

"Why can't we listen?" Fred fumed.

"This is their personal matter...it has nothing to do with you." Mr. Weasley sighed, "Go back, go back." The children of the Weasley family looked puzzled, and Hermione pursed her lips and took the lead to go go the other way.

She didn't even need to guess what Sirius was going to do next, and Remus still didn't know who told Voldemort the prophecy.

Hermione took out her wand and cast a spell on the door, so that the people in the room could not hear the outside world at all.

"What's going on, Hermione?" said Ron. "Do you know something?"

"It's nothing... but we better not listen, it's a generation ago." said Hermione, and Fred and George looked at her in amazement, "Hermione," Fred said, "how can you With a wand? Won't it be detected by the Ministry of Magic?"

Hermione smiled, "These are all adult wizards here, they can only find out the magic power fluctuations, but not who did it." Seeing the faint excitement on Fred and George's faces, she added, " I suggest that you better not do this, your mother will be angry if she finds out."

"If you don't tell me, no one will know." Fred said with a smile.

"But I'll tell Mrs. Weasley." Hermione said quietly, and Fred and George stared at her. "You're boring, Hermione." George shrugged, "If you weren't our benefactor Ma'am, Fred and I must find a chance to turn you into a book, the invisible kind."

"Thanks, but I prefer the Howler letter," said Hermione.

Fred and George scowled.

--------------------

The author has something to say:

It's the second update, don't make noise in the comment area

The doctor said that I should keep a good mood, don't get excited, don't be sentimental, and stay away from the troubles of the world (that's not what I said in the original words, but it doesn't matter if I make it up, and I haven't relapsed anyway)