Harry Potter opened his eyes and looked out the window at the street.

It was pitch black outside the window, and it was close to night.

After Harry had eaten dinner a few hours earlier, he pulled up a chair and sat down here, looking out the window...... After sitting for a while, he fell asleep in a daze, and only now did he wake up.

Glancing in the mirror next to him, he straightened up his unkempt hair and crooked glasses a little. Then he glanced at the time on his watch, and it was now ten fifty-five.

"He's almost there!" he muttered to himself, finally turning his gaze to the parchment in his hand.

This is actually a letter that reads as follows:

"Dear Harry,

If it's convenient for you, I'll pay a visit at 4 Privet Road at eleven o'clock this Friday night. Then I have something to do, and I would be honored to have your help. I'll tell you more when the details happens, and I'll see you on Friday.

Your most faithful,

Albus Dumbledore"

The letter had been sent by an owl three days earlier, and it was already written by Harry...... He has been thinking about it for three days. And after seven o'clock tonight, he even sat by the bedroom window, sneaking a glance out the window every few seconds at the two junctions of Privet Road, waiting for the headmaster's arrival.

A little over a week ago, just after the battle in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, Harry Potter received shocking news from Headmaster Dumbledore...... A prophecy between him and Voldemort, in which one of Harry and Voldemort would die at the hands of the other, which is why Professor Dumbledore did not stop the spread of the rumor of Harry Potter as the savior, because it was not in a sense dazzling.

Ever since returning to his aunt's house for the summer, Harry has been "distressed" by this prophecy......

I didn't expect to receive this letter after only a few days at No. 4 Privet Road.

Harry couldn't have been happier because it meant that he could leave privet sooner rather than later, and it meant that he could get more relevant information from the Headmaster...... So he had been waiting here, although Professor Albus Dumbledore had not arrived early.

"He shouldn't be late!" Harry muttered to himself.

Little by little, the minute hand of the alarm clock pointed to twelve, and the hour hand stayed at eleven, and at the same time, the street lights outside the window suddenly went out!

......

Also at eleven p.m., Ron Weasley was busy at 93 Diagon Alley, a newly opened shop.

Although the night is dark, it is still hot, with people coming and going.

It's a pity that Ron can't enjoy the lively atmosphere, and he has to work hard to move things around the warehouse now.

"Mr. Weasley, do you have any automatic quills, I see the cupboard is empty!" came the delicate voice of a little girl from the shop outside the door.

"Of course...... Besides, I'll send it right away!" Then came Fred Weasley's voice, or maybe George's voice, and for a moment Ron couldn't tell the difference: "Ron, hurry up and fight a box of quills!"

"Automatic quills, God knows how this thing sells so well!" Ron couldn't help but mutter, "And it's so heavy, this box weighs at least 50 pounds!"

Carrying the box of quill pens to the shop and emptying it in the cupboard, an exhausted Ron returned to the warehouse, sitting on a wooden crate.

Outside, there was another child's crying, followed by a mother's repeated apologies:

"Mr. Weasley...... I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, it's okay...... Get out of the way, everybody!" Fred shook his head with a big grin, "I'll call someone to clean up right away...... George, you go get Ron. ”

More than ten seconds later, the door to the warehouse was slammed open.

George Weasley barged in: "Ron, grab the mop and broom...... The gate is dirty by a child, you have to clean it!"

"Please!" Ron stood up abruptly and said with a look of displeasure, "Do you treat me as a coolie, I haven't had a day off all day?"

"Sorry...... But business was so good that Fred and I barely rested......" George tried to explain.

"I'm your own brother!"

"It's because you're our own brother!" Fred said as he burrowed into the warehouse, frowning.

George, who understood it, hurriedly added, "That's why we hired you!"

"We'll give you 50 Galleons a month. ”

"That's almost twice as much as an average store clerk. ”

"If you don't want to continue to come here. ”

"Then it's too big to leave ...... now"

The Weasley brothers said one by one, mercilessly.

Ron muttered a few times, then shuffled his tired steps and took the mop.

......

Due to the holidays, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is a little more crowded than ever.

It's a terrible place for Wendell Granger and Monica Granger. All sorts of strange and hideous wounds, strange and mysterious healers, and many wizards who seem to have some bad intentions......

But there was no way, their only daughter had been in a coma in this "hospital" for more than a week, and it was impossible for her to stay here alone, so the couple came to take a leave of absence to accompany her.

Thankfully, with the help of portraits, the Granger couples were startled by the portraits that could talk freely and even have thoughts, but it was undeniable that they seemed to be much friendlier than most wizards.

The Spell Injury Ward on the fifth floor and the tea room on the sixth floor were the only places in the entire hospital where they dared to set foot in it. Others don't dare to approach at all, because they're afraid that something terrible will happen if they get closer......

Now, they're in the tea room, eating sandwiches and drinking something oddly tasty.

"Miss Granger is awake!" a witch with a "wand and bone cross" badge embroidered on her chest walked over and reminded the Grangers.

"Oh...... Thank God!" Mr. Granger gestured with his finger to a cross: "Honey, we're ......."

The couple walked to the fifth floor in small steps—

On the hospital bed, Hermione Granger had opened her eyes, although she still looked quite weak and thin.

"Mom......" she got into her mother's arms, tears kept in her eyes: "I'm so scared...... I'm so scared......"

"It's all right, dear!" said Mrs. Monica-Granger, with a kind face, holding back her tears.

Mr. Granger was talking to the witch when he walked over.

"They say you're all back, except for a little weakness......" he seemed relieved: "Don't be afraid, you'll be home soon!"

Then, he bowed gratefully to a witch with long silver curls above the bed, "Thank you for your help, ma'am!"

The witch in the portrait just nodded to him slightly, and then disappeared without a trace.

However, the introduction of the characters under the portrait is still ......

"Dalyse Devonte: Chief Healer of St. Mungo (1722-1741), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768). ”