It was the morning after Dumbledore's death. While some, including some professors, insisted that Hogwarts should remain open for students to continue learning, others insisted that classes should be closed immediately, and that Hogwarts should come as soon as possible to send away the frightened, dazed, and anxious students, and for a while to return to their parents who were just as frightened, dazed, and anxious as they were.

However, before the Ministry of Magic could make a decision, Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked into the classroom on time the next morning, Muggle Studies, which was supposed to be a class.

About half of the seats in the classroom are empty. Harry knew that the Pettier sisters had left without breakfast that morning, and that Zachares Smith had been escorted back from the castle by his arrogant-looking father. However, Seamus Finigan flatly refused to accompany his mother home, and they raced and yelled in the foyer, until his mother finally agreed to let him stay here for the funeral. Now, Seamus is here too.

Harry didn't think he was in the mood for class. However, the professor of this class, Lily Evans, had been an excellent student of Gryffindor since her school days, and had always been trusted and relied on by Dumbledore, a former Auror of the Ministry of Magic, and a stalwart of the Order of the Phoenix, and yesterday, she was the same one who saved Harry from the despicable villain, Severus Snape, Dumbledore's murderer. So, Harry felt that he should be here—he should try to stay with someone like Professor Evans who could inherit Dumbledore's will and determination, as if doing so would make him feel a little better inside.

He silently glanced around the classroom, then slowly walked to his seat and sat down. Hermione and Ron were already seated, and Seamus was there, and then, a few more people entered the door and walked to their seats without saying a word. Harry noticed that there wasn't a single Slytherin in the classroom.

Then, Professor Lily Evans showed up at the door of the classroom on time, as usual. She didn't hold anything but a wand. She walked in, oblivious to the empty seats in the classroom, and Harry noticed that although she looked a little pale and had deep shadows under her eyes, she didn't look very haggard, and her green eyes burned as bright as flames.

She walked to the middle of the classroom and looked around at the young wizards. Some of the little wizards hung their heads deeply, their faces clouded with fear and confusion, while others looked up at her with sad and uneasy faces, as if praying that she would show them the brightest, most reassuring, and most worthwhile direction in this dark and difficult time.

Then, Harry heard Professor Evans speak. Her voice was still clear and calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Last night, a terrible tragedy befell Hogwarts. She said.

"The greatest white wizard alive—no," she paused, shook her head, and smiled wryly.

"Professor Dumbledore might have preferred us to describe him in some other way. She explained to herself, and then resumed her speech.

"The esteemed and admired Headmaster of Hogwarts, the mentor we always thought we could trust, rely on, and follow—"

She paused again, as if searching for words to more accurately define the wise old wizard who had passed away. At last she laughed briefly, as if she had simply given up the futile effort.

"Professor Dumbledore left us when we thought he would always be there, always our guiding light, guiding us on the right path in the darkness. She said.

The words were very flat, but when her words fell, a low sobbing began to be heard in the classroom.

"I grieve as you do—no, I may grieve more than you. Harry heard Professor Evans say this.

"Because from now on, everything is up to us. - In the world out there, the thugs are still laughing and wandering proudly, thinking that Professor Dumbledore is gone and their good days will come......"

But they will never win. Even if Professor Dumbledore left us. Professor Evans said quietly in a tone of great calm and recognisance.

"For the darkness before dawn is always the deepest. But after the deepest darkness, the light will come, and a new day will come. ”

Professor Evans paused.

Soft sobs echoed through the classroom. But Harry noticed that Professor Evans wasn't crying.

Harry remembered hearing that Professor Evans had called Hogwarts home for many years, as her parents had been killed in a Death Eater attack years earlier, and her only sister had been unconscious, unconscious, and in a Muggle hospital, where Professor Evans had spent almost all of his money in the well-equipped and expensive rehabilitation hospital.

Therefore, Dumbledore may be more than just a headmaster, a boss, and a teacher to Professor Evans. Harry thought.

Family, elders, friends, leaders, mentors...... Even a father-like character, for Professor Evans, Dumbledore must have been that kind of person.

And her former fiancé, former friend, former classmate, former neighbor, former colleague, Severus Snape, brutally ended the life of such a person, robbed her of the last guidance, love, and affection she could get.

Harry wondered, why didn't Professor Evans cry?

Obviously, the grief she has to endure is double.

Dumbledore's sacrifice, and Severus Snape's betrayal and the ensuing rupture -

But Professor Lily Evans stood before him, her thin back straight, her face a little pale, her jaw taut, and her eyes darkened from lack of rest, but she did not look crushed, nor fearful, as if the unforgettable pain was cutting at her internal organs, and sharpening her will, making her more indestructible.

And she continued to speak to them calmly—words that lifted their spirits with perseverance.

"If you truly love him, and intend to follow the right path that he has shown us ever after, then what you have to do is clear. She said.

Then, she looked around the classroom.

"The villains want to make us panic and lose our bearings...... What we have to do is not let them get what they want. ”

Her voice reverberated through the classroom with clarity and power.

"So, what we're going to do today is just keep going to class. ”

"Until the official decision of the Ministry of Magic is announced, we must not only continue to attend classes, but also simply drown in crying. ”

Harry saw Professor Evans raise his hand and wave his wand. Her posture is beautiful, as always.

Immediately, a song—a distinctly Muggle song—echoed through the classroom.

The melody of the song is low and sad, but not sad and disappointing – it sounds more like a nostalgia for the past and a vague expression of his unwavering determination.

“They were closer now Fernando

Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally

I was so afraid， Fernando

We were young and full of life

And none of us prepared to die

And I am not ashamed to say

The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry”

[They're nearing now, Fernando.]

Every moment seems to go on for eternity

How scared I am, Fernando

We are young and energetic

Never thought about dying

I'm not ashamed to say that—

The roar of the guns almost made me cry.]

When he could hear the lyrics clearly—it wasn't that much effort, and the Muggle singer who sang the song could pronounce the words quite clearly—Harry froze.

At that moment, he seemed to understand the purpose of Professor Evans's choice of this song.

It's to warn them of the hardships and hardships ahead, and it's also to—

“There was something in the air that night

The stars were bright， Fernando

They were shining there for you and me

For liberty， Fernando

Though we never thought that we could lose

There is no regret

If I had to do the same again

I would， my friend， Fernando”

In the air, Harry heard the female Muggle singer sing with a little sadness and more hope.

...... Later, when Harry thought back to the lesson so many times, he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps at that time, Professor Evans had foreseen the countless hardships they would endure in the following year, and the hidden fate of her being hated by the Dark Lord and ordered to be wanted by the Dark Lord.

It is said that the Dark Lord hated her so much that he ordered all Death Eaters to capture her and bring her back to Malfoy Manor, and that he would "personally interrogate and execute" her, not only because she was a disciple of Dumbledore, a stalwart of the Order of the Phoenix, and a Muggle studies professor at Hogwarts, but also because of what she said and the songs they heard in this last class.

The Dark Lord would not allow anyone to inspire them in any way. Nor is it permissible for anyone to challenge their power in any way. Anyone who dares to do so, he intends to ruthlessly and ruthlessly eradicate it, so as to never suffer from future troubles.

But, Harry thought, Professor Evans was not afraid of him. Professor Evans is not afraid of the Dark Lord, she has a Gryffindor-esque determination, stubbornness, enthusiasm and bravery. Even if she had to hide in the darkness for a while, her life was threatened, she was not afraid. She has her own unique way of fighting it.

When he and his friends left Hogwarts and walked in the fields late at night, trekking long distances in search of Horcruxes, or when they had to camp in the wilderness and he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and got out of his tent, he would always look up at the night sky and his mind would involuntarily recall the Muggle song that Professor Evans had played for them that day.

[Something floated in the air that night.]

The stars are so bright, Fernando

They shine for you and me, and for freedom, Fernando

Although we never thought we would fail

But I won't regret it either

If I had to do the same thing all over again

I'll do it too, my friend Fernando]

In the midst of the dark forests and fields, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, Harry could still remember Professor Evans' epilogue at the last Muggle studies lesson Professor Evans taught them.

"There's a little poem by a great Muggle poet that I think is good and worth sharing with you at this moment. She said calmly.

Everyone waited quietly as she would recite a poem, and then heard her clear voice echo through the classroom.

"The world kisses me with pain and wants me to repay it with a song. She said.

Then, she looked around the classroom one last time, with a soft, warm, calm, and confident smile on her face.

She said in a tone that was both light and confident:

"Then do it. ”

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【Extra-Sample】

2019.6.29. Update:

★ Note: Because of a system error, a lot of half-width symbols suddenly appeared in the body of this chapter, and the number of words in the statistics is wrong, so the editor informed me that I must add a part of the text to try out before the modification can be successful.

So I've added a side view here, which is set in the run-up to the final Battle of Hogwarts, where the girl and the professor say goodbye in an unattended hallway.

Please note!!This side is different from the relevant scene in the text!!It's a new plot!!

[The following is a side part]

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She was behind him, finally allowing a hint of sadness in her expression. Because she knew he wouldn't look back, as he had done so many times before. He always rolls over in his black robe, strides away, never pauses, never looks back, and leaves everything behind him.

She slowly squirmed her lips, spitting out a whisper as soft as a silent voice between her teeth.

"You can suspect that the stars are flames......"

Tears finally rolled down her cheeks.

She thought, it's okay, just cry, be weak for the last time, and then never cry because of this again.

"Doubt that the sun will move ......"

He would never know what she was talking about. He would never study any Muggle poetry. Because he hates everything Muggles. Unfortunately, she's actually a complete Muggle. She was also part of everything he hated.

That's fine. He didn't have to know it all. Because, as he said seventeen years ago, it's all over.

It's everything.

Everything。

"Doubting the truth...... It's a lie......"

With every word she spoke, her throat was severely congested. It was like a heavy stone falling in her throat, and she rolled up and down with each syllable, causing the soft flesh in her throat to swell and ache. She spoke slower and slower, but his departure was as swift as ever. His back was as imposing as she remembered, and she knew that it would not be long before she would lose the right to even look at this back and leave.

"But absolutely...... Don't doubt it—"

Liu Quan finally choked. The last three words are indescribable. Tears blurred her vision, and she slowly lowered her head, buried her tear-soaked face in the palms of her hands, and swallowed back the sobs that were about to burst out of her mouth.

Now that they have finally won, the situation between them is almost exactly the same as before. Every time we meet, we have hatred and resentment that seem unforgettable, and every parting may be the last time we will see each other in this life.

His back turned around that corner and disappeared from her sight. Her voice was so soft that he couldn't have heard it even without the mute spell.

She swallowed back the last three words.

There is nothing more to say.

He survives, she leaves, the mission is triumphantly completed, and the game is over.

Even after more than twenty years of living here, none of this was real to her. Even if he had a body as warm as real people, he would grow old, hurt and die just like real people...... To her, he is still the lines of lead in a book, the pictures on a roll of film. Even alive, even in 3D, he is still flat and illusory to her. Even if he stopped in front of her, he could still fade away like she closed a book.

Now, as soon as she closes the book with both hands, the most important page of her life will be turned in this way. Since then, it has never been recovered, and there is no trace of it.

Liu Quan closed his eyes. With a cool touch of wind through the large open windows on both sides of the Hogwarts corridor, it seemed to blow through her body, which was not her own.

【To Be Contiuned...】

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May 23:

The quote at the end of the chapter, "The world kisses me with pain, and asks me to repay it with a song" comes from Rabindranath Tagore's "The Birds", which reads: "The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs."

In addition, I also think this little poem is very good! It can completely summarize the content of this volume!

There is of course a soundtrack in this chapter, and the song mentioned is "Fernando" by ABBA. I added it to NetEase Cloud's playlist, you can listen to it when you have time. It's so good!

If you have any impression of the original, as soon as the Deathly Hallows opens, Voldemort took the Muggle Studies professor to Malfoy Manor and tortured him to death.

Well, I think in order to make the Dark Lord's hatred value higher, I added this chapter. This is also the last straw that overwhelmed the Dark Lord, hahaha

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