[HP] Kiss you in glory

After talking with Dumbledore, Harry felt his brain spin vigorously as if being tightly clenched by a pair of big hands to dehydrate his clothes. In addition, he hadn't eaten for a day and was exhausted. He fell on the bed in a daze, After a while, I fell asleep.

In the dream, he seemed to be chased by a cloud of golden mist, and he was driven to the edge of the cliff. When he looked down, the dark abyss made his legs weak, and Annie's voice came out from the mist: "Ha Leigh, come with me and kill Voldemort—"

A flame flew straight towards Harry through the fog of light. Harry grabbed the flame, and the broomstick flew uncontrollably towards the bottom of the cliff, diving rapidly, but the cliff was too deep for his It was pitch black in front of my eyes, and I could only hear Anne's voice echoing on the edge of the cliff: "Ha———"

Harry woke up with a start to find Sirius sitting on the edge of the bed watching him.

"how--"

"If you're tired, sleep a little longer, and I'll bring you the meal later." Sirius said, Harry wanted to say no, but the drowsiness flooded him again, Sirius' figure gradually blurred ...

When he woke up again, it was dawn, but he was sore and uncomfortable, struggling to get up, only to find that the room had been cleaned, clean and tidy.

Harry leaned against the wall in a daze, and after a while he remembered that he would soon be back at the Dursleys' house, and his already hungry stomach convulsed even more uncomfortably.

When he thought of Dursley, he remembered the lily petals floating in the house. It was the transformation magic made by Anne. As long as the caster of the spell survived, the petals would always exist.

How will Aunt Petunia feel when she sees that the photo can no longer change into petals?

Harry could almost predict her expression.

No need to guess, she must have hated magic even more.

He thought of Aunt Petunia, of Uncle Vernon and Dudley, of the bushes and streetlights of Privet Drive, and suddenly realized that they were his only blood relatives.

Moreover, when he becomes an adult, he will no longer be protected by blood magic, which also means that he will no longer live in the Dursley family, and it means that he will gradually reduce contact with the Dursley family. He will never have anything to do with the wizard again.

Harry was thinking for a while, and suddenly smelled the aroma. He turned his head and saw a plate of bacon and eggs, a plate of buttered bread, and a glass of apple juice.

He suddenly felt that he was really hungry.

After finishing the meal, he took the plate downstairs, and when he reached the basement, he found that the adults were discussing something seriously at the table. Mrs. Weasley took the plate quickly when she saw him, "Come on, leave it to me, you Go and rest, dear," she said softly, "I think you can have Ron with you if you like--Fred and George will be more than happy to be with you, too."

Harry's throat seemed to be clogged with a cloud of phlegm. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," he whispered.

The conversation of the adults came to an abrupt end, all looked at Harry, and Sirius said from the other side of the table, "Harry, are you okay?"

"I'm going to pack—packing, Dumbledore said I need to go back to the Dursleys." Harry said, Mr. Weasley was arguing with other people just now, his face was serious, and now his face softened a lot, "I I can drive you, Harry - and tell that Dursley guy to be nice to you, by the way."

"Thanks, Mr. Weasley," said Harry, "then I... I'll go upstairs first."

Mrs. Weasley looked at him lovingly and distressedly, then ran to the kitchen and took a few breads and stuffed them into his hands, "I don't think you are full, after all these two days—" She paused and took a Patting Harry's arm, his eyes were slightly red, "Thank you for your hard work, kid, go and pack your luggage."

Fred and George apparated into Harry's room, "Dude, I think you need to bring back some quick-acting skipping candy." Time to stuff it in his mouth."

"It must be painful to go back, have some fun for yourself," George said.

"Are you expecting him to be good or bad?" Ron climbed onto the camp bed, and the bed frame creaked and shook. "It's only a month anyway, and you'll be back soon, buddy." He comforted Harry. .

"I know what you're talking about," said Harry, "well, I think I should sort things out."

Fred and George looked at each other and said in unison, "Then let's start our business—"

With a loud bang, the twins disappeared in place.

Ron sat on the bed and watched Harry open the suitcase and take out his clothes and books one by one. Harry didn't really have anything to take care of. He didn't need to bring much luggage back, since he was only staying for a month anyway.

But he desperately needed to do something to distract himself, even if it was packing.

How much he wished that he had the memory of his previous life, so that he would not be so at a loss. How did he survive this time in the previous life?

But according to Dumbledore, Anne died during the Great War, and the 17-year-old Harry is much stronger than the 15-year-old Harry——

At least he was already an adult at that time, not as useless as he is now, and useless at all.

While tidying up his things, he tried hard to suppress his emotions and asked, "How is Hermione?"

Ron pursed his lips, he could only see Harry's back, and said cautiously, "The therapist said he will wake up soon."

Harry didn't know what to say, so he could only choke out one word, "Okay."

Ron exhaled softly and whispered, "Is it her fault?"

Harry's movements stopped, and he looked quietly at the broomstick kit in the box, which Hermione had given him the summer before the third year started.

What right did he have to blame her?

"Annie loves her," Harry whispered, and took out the broomstick toolbox. He wouldn't need it at the Dursleys' house, so he might as well keep it at Black's old house.

After a while, he added, "I love her too."

Hermione is one of his best friends.

A day later, St. Mungo's finally came with good news.

— Hermione woke up.

Harry, Ron, Fred, and George all wanted to go to the hospital to see her, but Sirius said there should be as few people as possible in case Hermione suddenly lost control, and Dumbledore was currently watching her in the hospital.

In the end, only Harry and Sirius went to St. Mungo's.

Hermione's ward was in the intensive care area. Dumbledore and Snape were outside the door, checking the situation inside through the window. They hadn't entered the room yet.

"Or I'll go in first and see how she reacts," said Harry.

"I'm afraid Hermione will react more to you, Harry," said Dumbledore. "It's all right, I'll be more careful," said Harry.

Snape had a complicated expression. Dumbledore told him the miraculous stories of his past and present lives. Looking at Hermione now, he actually felt a tinge of pity.

Who can stand the lover dying twice in front of him.

Harry gently opened the door and found that Hermione was sitting upright on the bed, quietly looking at the green plants on the windowsill.

When Harry entered, she turned to look at him.

"You look a lot rougher than you did two days ago, Harry."

Harry froze for a moment, not knowing what to say, so he forced a smile, "You still talk about me, don't you."

Hermione shook her head lightly, a trace of boredom appeared on her face, but her face was calm, "I don't like hospitals, white rooms, white beds, white walls... and the smell of disinfectant, it reminds me of An unhappy life before." She turned her head to look at the green plant, "It grows very strong, doesn't it? I never realized that human vitality is also very tenacious."

"Um... yes," said Harry, "do you feel unwell?"

"I'll be fine anywhere, as long as it's not in the hospital," said Hermione. "I think you can tell Sirius to take me home. I've really had enough of being here."

"Okay...Okay." Harry was a little confused, not understanding why Hermione was so calm, "Do you want to go back by car?"

"Of course I'll go back in a car," Hermione looked at him in surprise, "do you want me to walk back? It's not close to Black's old house. I think I'm still a patient, not a hiker, what do you think?" ?”

"Of... of course!" Harry said, "Of course we go back by car hahaha..."

He laughed twice, too embarrassed to laugh anymore.

"To be honest, Harry." Hermione looked back at him with a puzzled expression, "I feel that you are a little strange today, and I found that you are not the only one here, why not let them in?"

Harry froze for a moment, "Not many people came...just Sirius, Dumbledore and...Snape, I'll call them."

Hermione was visibly taken aback when the three entered the room.

"...I was just injured, not a broken arm or leg. With your expressions, did I get gutted by Voldemort?" She looked puzzled, and Dumbledore and Harry looked at each other, eyes in the mirror Flash behind.

"We all know that you have been under a lot of pressure, and we are working hard to save it now." Sirius said softly, "If you want to come back immediately, it is also possible. I will communicate with the therapist."

"Your tone of voice makes me feel like a pretty little princess." Hermione said with some disgust, "It sounds disgusting. I told you not to talk to me like that."

Sirius opened his mouth, looking puzzled.

Hermione looked at Snape who said nothing, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she rubbed her thumb and index finger lightly. Looking at her movements, Snape seemed familiar——

"It's sad that you come to see me and not say a word, Severus."

Dumbledore suddenly grabbed Harry's shoulders and stared at Hermione blazingly. Snape's face became a little ugly. Sirius and Harry finally realized that something was wrong, and quickly looked at Dumbledore.

"What's the matter with you?" said Hermione. "I don't think you'd be as surprised as I am now if I swallowed Wormtail's severed hand."

After everyone was silent for a while, Snape stepped forward and said slowly, "I told you, don't call me by my Christian name."

"Sounds as funny as a father suddenly not letting his daughter call him daddy," Hermione snorted softly, then looked at Snape sharply. "Don't tell me you're going to marry me to be Voldemort's spy." avoid arousing suspicion."

Now, Snape's expression became more complicated, Sirius and Harry looked at each other dumbfounded, Dumbledore said in a low voice, "Guys, I think we have finally figured out the situation now."

"Why didn't my girlfriend come?" Hermione said slowly, "Did she go home after coaxing me yesterday?"

"She will come, you don't have to worry." Dumbledore said kindly, "Then you have a good rest first, we will go out first."

The four of them left the room at the same time, and Dumbledore's smile disappeared immediately. He stroked his goatee solemnly, "What's going on, why is she like a different person?" Sirius asked.

Snape's face turned pale. Although Harry couldn't figure out the situation, he was aware of Hermione's weirdness. His head seemed to have been hit with a club, and he was dazed and awake at the same time.

"She...she's not Hermione," he said.

"...Anne," Snape said softly. "She's Anne."

"I think what I was most worried about happened." Dumbledore said heavily, "A fragment of Anne's soul took over her body, which means that Hermione's consciousness has gone wrong."

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