The eve before the exam was undoubtedly an unsettling night.

At least that's the case in the Gryffindor common room.

Year 5 and Year 7 students, they are all facing the impending . LS exams and .exams, so it seems to seem rather restless.

Ginny Weasley, a fifth-grader, was holding her wand and practicing spells in a whisper, a copy of the Daily Prophet twitching violently on her thigh, Colin Creevey, also in the fifth grade, was looking at the moon outside the window and didn't know what to say, and Katie Bell, who was in the seventh grade, was rapidly reviewing her book of Standard Spells: Level 6, her eyes were a little confused......

Harry Potter sat next to Ginny with a little ease, and although he had to face his final exams in a few days, it certainly didn't have as much pressure as Ginny and Katie......

Looking at the ceiling of the common room, Harry's mind couldn't help but think back to the events of a year ago—

Dolores Umbridge was still at Hogwarts, and he was still tyrannically ruling Hogwarts. LS exams, and remembers that during the exam in the history of magic class, he even fell asleep unconsciously, allowing mysterious people to invade his memories......

Before I knew it, the clock in the common room struck ten.

"I've got to go to sleep!" Ginny put away her wand as she placed the Daily Prophet on her lap on the table, leaning over and kissing Harry gently.

"Good luck tomorrow. Harry whispered.

On the other side, Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley, deliberately twisted his head to the side, pretending not to see anything.

Ron had always had a lot of opinions about Harry and Ginny coming together, but because of the relationship with Harry, and because he didn't actually have anything to do with it, Ron always took an ostrich attitude, pretending not to see anything, and pretending not to know anything.

......

As Ginny left, Harry casually skimmed through the Daily Prophet she had left behind.

Just as he was about to leave the Gryffindor common room and return to the dormitory to rest, a wonderful golden fire suddenly burst out of the fireplace in the common room!

This golden flame immediately attracted everyone's attention...... In the midst of all the chatter, the firelight gradually turned into a haughty, gorgeous bright red bird.

"It's Fawkes!" Harry recognized at a glance that it was a phoenix, the phoenix that once belonged to Albus Dumbledore.

But at the "White Funeral" more than a month ago, this noble bird chose to leave Hogwarts and disappeared......

Unexpectedly, she was back! Harry couldn't help but look forward to it.

The phoenix flew up to Mr. Potter as a feather landed in front of Harry, and then she vanished.

"Oh my God, what's that...... What a beautiful creature!" Seamus Finigan on the side couldn't help but point.

The entire Gryffindor common room was in a state of discussion, except for Ron Weasley, who kept his head down and pretended not to hear anything.

Harry gently picked up the phoenix feather, but unfortunately it wasn't Albus Dumbledore's gentle and kind voice that he heard next, as Dumbledore had left this world forever, though it was just as familiar to him, belonging to Headmaster Jon Hart.

I didn't expect Fawkes to follow Jon's orders-

"Dear Harry,

I'd like to ask you to do me a little favor if I'm free. In a quarter of an hour, I'll be waiting for you at the door of an abandoned girls' bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle.

Alternatively, you can bring your friends along.

Yours sincerely: Jon Hart. ”

An abandoned girls' bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle...... Harry shuddered at Jon's mention of the place, as it reminded him of some terrible things that had happened to him in his second year......

Also, bring my friends along?

Harry looked up and saw Ron, who had been ignoring him because of Ginny, who was still tilting his head there, and Hermione, who had not seen any trace at all, and who had in fact become more mysterious over the past few months......

"Forget it, I'll go alone!" Harry muttered to himself.

After casually explaining a few words to Seamus about the phoenix, Harry put on his robes alone, crawled over the portrait of the fat lady, and walked out of the Gryffindor common room.

......

Because it was late at night, the castle of Hogwarts was slightly eerie, every sculpture in the shadows looked terrifying, and the slightest wind in the distance was even more terrifying.

Of course, for Harry, who had long been accustomed to nocturnal walking, these were sparse and ordinary things.

Just as he reached the staircase on the eighth floor, he suddenly saw Lady Loris hiding under the stairs.

The ugly cat looked at him with the bright eyes of two thieves and meowed at the same time, as if to warn him.

Harry would have run away as usual, but this time, he wasn't scared at all, for he had been at the castle at night on the Headmaster's orders.

After Lady Loris's warning was fruitless, she ran away with a few swishs...... Harry knew she must have gone to find Filch. And with Filch's knowledge of the castle's secret passages, I'm afraid he will come over soon.

Sure enough. Harry continued to walk downstairs, not a few flights of stairs, and by the time he reached the fourth floor of the castle—

"Stop!" shouted from upstairs.

It was the vigilant cry of Argus Filch, the Warden of Hogwarts Castle, and Harry could hear his rapid, tap-and-tap footsteps getting closer, his panting voice raised with anger.

"It's you again, Potter...... Okay, I finally got a catch this time!"

In the blink of an eye, Filch appeared in front of Harry, followed by his scrawny, dark-gray cat. Lady Loris's large, bulb-like eyes were exactly the same as those of her owner, staring at Harry at the moment.

"Wandering around school late at night...... The regulations of the curfew were violated...... Now that the Headmaster is no longer Dumbledore, I don't think anyone else can shelter you!" Filch muttered as he widened his eyes and looked Harry up and down.

Harry spread his hands helplessly and explained to Filch, "It's the Headmaster - Headmaster Hart told me to find his ......"

"Don't lie!" Filch grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, "such a clumsy lie...... The principal's office is on the eighth floor, what are you doing downstairs...... I'll take you to Professor McGonagall. ”

"No, Argus!" a steady voice came from downstairs, "Sorry to disturb your work, but Mr. Potter is not lying, I am indeed looking for him!"