"I used to be deeply concerned about these, you know, terrible death, and all the associated darkness and nothingness. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info many wizards have chosen to ignore these terrible consequences and live recklessly. People think they don't understand everything they can't see. It could be a small accident, it could be just a small oversight, and life could leave this fragile shell in an instant and disappear into the endless desolation. That's why I can't give up on you, I'm so sure that I don't feel at ease until the moment my hand touches yours, that's all. Xie An, who woke up from a coma, looked at Luna lying beside him, and suddenly felt a sense of solidity in his heart. The golden gallons are not reassuring, but the warmth of relatives and friends cools the almost boiling red power.

"You're always like this, haven't you ever thought that in fact, other people don't care about you so much?How much have you paid, maybe in the eyes of others you are just a joke or a clown, are you sure they will all appreciate your affection and will appreciate your kindness?" Luna listened to Xie An's long words, and her eyes glowed strangely, this kind of sharp and sober gaze Xie An had only seen in the eyes of Professor Dumbledore McGonagall.

"So you chose to keep your distance from everyone, to make everyone think you're crazy, that you don't care about anything?" Xie An struggled to shift the attention of his mind from the terrible screams to the hands of the two of them clasping each other, which was warm and real. There are many anchors from the terrible thought in the skull to reality, among which there is bloodthirsty killing, but also a faint warmth at the moment.

"Don't try to change the subject, Andrew, you know that I'm not as smart as you, but I'm not a fool, and I want you to tell me explicitly, or promise me, that I won't make such reckless choices and stop doing anything for something unimportant. Luna's seriousness made Shayne feel a little uncomfortable, such an expression would not appear on the faces of Professor McGonagall or Severus Snape, but on the faces of Dumbledore or other wiser wizards, Luna was sober, and she made it impossible for Shayne to blur what she wanted to say.

"You're not something unimportant. Xie thought for a while before saying, he can't explain things better now, this terrible proposition makes Xie An unable to simply answer yes or no: there is only one life, one needs you to pay, and one needs you to stay, choosing one of them, or trying to have both, is difficult and groundless.

Luna maintained a seriousness that did not belong to her usual, as if trying to force Xie An to make a decision through this terrible expression, Xie An was anxious to get his wand, but his two wands, poplar and fusang, were placed on the bedside table, and this huge and luxurious four-poster bed now ushered in its owner's first rest, and it left a bad impression on its owner: the window was too wide for Xie An to reach his wand.

"Maybe I can make a Horcrux, you know, so that I can be very effective at preventing this sudden magic, and I think I can improve this magic to make it look less so..."

Luna's face was still tense, and she didn't say anything else.

"Well, after the improvement, this magic will think like the Lich's lifebox, and it won't seem so evil. You know, the Lich's Fatbox, it's the one used by Captain David Jones in Pirates of the Caribbean to keep his heart, oh no, you probably haven't read that book..."Shea felt like he was talking a lot of nonsense today. Improving the already mature dark arts requires not only deep knowledge and talent—both of which Xie An has determined through a six-page study of the book—but also some unavoidable opportunities, such as the many wizards who have died from unnatural causes.

"I've seen it, we've seen it together in a clothing store in London's East End, and I remember that hilarious tale about witches and pirates. Luna's answer made Xie An breathe a sigh of relief, he was a little uncomfortable, especially at this time.

It feels like this kind of thing hasn't always been in this state. After Harry Potter got his cloak, he felt good for a while, the whole castle was open in front of him, and he could go wherever he wanted - of course, the moral factor still invisibly and strongly constrained Harry - the forbidden book area, the secret classroom, the kitchen in the castle, and many other places that he couldn't go before.

But when Harry Potter found out that it was actually an heirloom of the Potter family, and that the death of his parents allowed him to take ownership of this treasure in advance, Potter couldn't help but think that he was actually an orphan.

Sometimes Potter misses his parents, and assumes that he has a parent who signs a consent form to Hogsmeade like any other Hogwarts student, and this assumption can make Potter happy for a long time, and he can't help but laugh.

Potter looked a little deeper on top of that, and he couldn't help but ask himself, why did his parents die so early, who was his enemy, no doubt, the Dark Lord!

Until he knew about the mysterious artifact of the time turner, Potter had always believed that he had unquestioningly insisted that the Dark Lord had killed his parents, and that Potter's parents had chosen to sacrifice themselves to save their children in a desperate situation.

But when he learned about the powerful magic item of the Time Turner from the Daily Prophet, Potter's face turned pale.

He sat stiffly next to Hermione, who was eating breakfast and reading the Daily Prophet diligently, and Hermione gave Harry Potter a strange look as she ate her milk oatmeal.

"Hermione, have you read the Daily Prophet?" Harry Potter's voice was similarly stiff, as if his gaze and concentration were out of focus.

"Whew. Hermione swallowed the oatmeal and nodded, the news of the attack on the Ministry of Magic was only a small page, and Minister Fudge said that the mastermind and accomplice of the attack had been identified, and the Ministry of Magic had responded in advance, and the Death Eaters had suffered a heavy blow.

"Well, I noticed that there was a mention of something called a time turner, and the Death Eaters seemed to be going for that, and you seemed to mention this thing the other day, sorry, I didn't care at the time, can this item really go back in time?" Harry Potter's strong control made his body stiffer, and Hermione discussed this with him, and when Hermione gave up using it after following Andrew Lee's advice, Hermione couldn't help but share it as an anecdote with another friend of hers: Harry Potter.

Hermione Granger didn't realize it was a catastrophe or what it meant to Harry Potter.

"Well, the time turner allows me to go back to a few hours ago for more lessons. Hermione nodded hesitantly, not because she had discovered or forgotten something, but instinctively, she felt that the next conversation was going to have ominous consequences, and out of the fear that something had to be done, Hermione continued, "In order to have a time turner, Professor McGonagall must write various letters to the Ministry of Magic, telling them that the owner is a model student and will never use it for anything other than studying......"

Harry Potter interrupted Hermione, who seemed to tremble a little, "Does the Ministry of Magic have a time turner?"

"Well, I think so, the Ministry of Magic has taken the necessary measures to stop the Death Eaters' plot, and all the time turners in stock are tightly protected. Well, that's what the Daily Prophet says. Hermione saw that Harry Potter's face was getting worse and worse, as if something terrible was brewing in Harry Potter's mind, and when Hermione confirmed Harry Potter's guess, it was obvious that Potter's attention had completely detached from this space. Hermione Granger quickly checked her words again, and it took a few minutes for her to realize what the problem was.

"It's not what you think, Harry, maybe—" Hermione tried to find a good reason, but unfortunately she didn't figure it out for a moment. But knowing Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, Hermione instinctively wanted to stop Harry Potter from thinking like that.

"What is not?" Harry Potter's body no longer stiffened, but became frozen, as if he had been hit by a powerful petrification spell.

Quirrell looked at the spells flying around him, and the tidal wave of memory fragments began to melt and disintegrate, then reassemble. His eyes skimmed over the wizards around him, and his wand sent out a red beam of light that hit a desperately fighting Auror, Quirrell tried to find some familiar faces in the crowd, but he failed, for no reason, Bellatrix Lestrange's face appeared in Quirrell's mind.

A young wizard who wants to make a name for himself, Professor Quirinus Quirrell fears his unsung death. But like most wizards do, Quirrell tries to explain the true meaning of death to himself, and convinces himself to agree. Among the many points of view, Quirrell hopes that he can achieve immortality through meme, which means that he has to leave a strong mark on the memory of the group through a major event.

But on the other hand, Quirinus Quirrell also wanted to achieve this goal in other ways, such as through Horcruxes, such as through the Philosopher's Stone.

When the Dark Lord fell, no one was willing to pay a high price to stop this terrible accident by going back in time, "They don't really care about you at all, do they?" said the Dark Lord contemptuously to the other part of his mind. At the same time, knowing that poor cultural genes can only be rooted through dedication and sacrifice, the Dark Lord once again wonders if this self-deception is an attempt by the enemy to distort and destroy his correct and strong will.

Of course, many wizards seem to be willing to do whatever it takes to be good or evil. For example, the Dark Lord can occasionally pretend to be hypocritical and establish an image of justice, and of course, a good wizard can also temporarily pretend to be a Death Eater, but in fact he is an undercover agent for Dumbledore's great goals.

Quirinus Quirrell smiled contemptuously, banishing the childish thoughts out of his mind.

Once again convinced that these poor wizards were in fact the same as the greedy elves and ignorant elves, Quirrell's wand glowed with a strong green light, instantly stripping a female Auror of his life.

After the ensuing fierce battle, Quirrell no longer had the heart to think about the relationship between the Death Eaters and himself, and several elite Aurors such as Amelia Bones and Kingsley Shackel appeared, and Professor Quirrell waved his wand into the air, but for some reason, he could not release his cruel magic well.

The addition of Professor Quirrell made the Death Eaters stabilize their position, and powerful spells full of destructive power flew around the halls of the Ministry of Magic, hitting those statues that usually looked ancient and serious, and directly blasted them to pieces, several powerful Aurors tried to transform the hall of the Ministry of Magic, but the control of the Ministry of Magic enchantment was in the hands of the minister, and without his permission, the Aurors could not be very comfortable with phantom transformation.

The search continued for a few more minutes until Fudge appeared in the hall under the protection of several Aurors. Professor Quirrell angrily fired a powerful spell towards Minister Fudge, and Amelia Bones and several other Aurors joined forces to block the powerful blow, and the entire Ministry of Magic seemed to tremble, and the Death Eaters looked at the red-eyed Professor in awe.

Then, ignoring the Aurors' gaze, Professor Quirrell summoned a spatial portal that burned with flames like Floo powder, and the Death Eaters rushed in, and Professor Quirrell vanished.

By the time Shea attacked the Ministry of Magic at the same time as the Death Eaters, it was already the next morning, and the moment he lost consciousness, he thought the destructive power in his body was about to explode. But seeing some familiar bedrooms in the morning, as well as Luna lying next to her, Xie An understood that he had successfully rescued Luna from a group of Dementors without a Patronus.

"Andrew, have you broken up with Cho Chang now? I noticed that she hasn't come to you for the past few days. Luna maintained a very formal expression, but her palms trembled slightly, and Xie An, who was completely focused on the anchor point of the real world at this time, clearly felt this wet and warm tremor.

It was different from Penelo Crivat's gaze on the stairs, where both sides didn't look into each other's eyes, Xie An tried to study the pattern on his wand, and Luna looked at the embroidery on the blanket.

"Luna..."Xie An wanted to say, he felt that it was too early to say this at this time, and he didn't want Hermione to be out of this matter, but Xie An understood that every word he said recklessly at this time could directly lead to the complete loss of Luna Lovegood, his best friend.

Xie An adopted the usual strategy, silent, Luna looked at Xie An's handsome and somewhat pale side face, this is the person who rescued himself from a dozen Dementors yesterday at a risk even more terrible than losing his life. Luna didn't know what she should do at this time, shouldn't the princess who was rescued by the prince from the dragon castle live happily with the princess?

Thinking of this, Luna's tense face slowly thawed, turning into a familiar but unfamiliar happy smile, and then Luna stood up from the round stool and kissed Xie An's side face for the second time. (To be continued.) )