Slender vines entwined around the gate, slowly receding at the command of the Phoenix wand. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is like a scene of thousands of small snakes crawling, which can't help but make people's scalp tingle.

"I guess she's counting on me to fall in love with her and turn her into a human," Phoenix said, sharing his arms like a conductor in an orchestra, "and that's kind of an alternative among the mermaids." ”

"You know Mirabella Plunkette, it surprises me. A gentle breeze ran through her docile hair.

"Oh, Romilda Vanney gave me the chocolate frog card she did. Harry put his hands on his knees, "I don't think she'll ever tamper with the cards." ”

"Come on—please come in!" Phoenix dismantled the protective spell, and the wooden door opened.

As soon as they entered, the central fountain came to life, and the water gushing out of it was a myriad of strange creatures.

From time to time, little fairies or Peter Pan appeared in the rose bushes of the garden, and some daring ones flew over and surrounded Harry and Hermione curiously. Straight through the courtyard, a wide staircase faces the door, and the marble balustrade reflects the golden light in the light.

"Let's eat something and get some sleep first. Phoenix suggested, "What do you think?"

"Okay. Harry remembered that they had been on the road all night, and that they were so hungry now.

Not much to say, the three of them gobbled up during the meal, and no one had time to speak. Naturally, the Watson father and son did not use it in the castle, and they followed Phoenix all the time, and they commanded the house-elves to check the castle to make sure that there was no damage or invasion.

The three of them were well fed and drunk, and their eyelids were so heavy that they just wanted to find a bed to rest.

"Nini!"

Phoenix shouted, and a house-elf appeared out of thin air, with a pair of large bat-like ears and a pair of brass bell-like eyes.

"Take Harry to a room to rest. Phoenix yawned, "We'll see you in the evening, or tomorrow morning." ”

Phoenix carried Hermione back to his room—it was actually his parents' room, and as heir, Phoenix's own room was to be reserved for his offspring.

Hermione's had already saluted at the table.

"There's a gift here. Phoenix noticed a gift box on the table, "You gave it to me?"

"What—no," Hermione picked it up, confused, "Happy 17th birthday to you—oh, it seems to be your father's, and it was paid five years ago." ”

Phoenix took it in surprise and looked at the pale yellow parchment.

It's a pity that I won't be able to see you as an adult, and it is inevitable that people will encounter pain in their lives. I left this gift in advance in the hope that it will be helpful to you.

Beautiful font, extremely beautifully written, and a world of difference from Phoenix's handwriting.

The latter payment was made on Phoenix's birthday five years ago.

"Take it apart and take a look. Hermione said softly

"I don't think it's a pocket watch. "It's a tradition for wizards to give him a watch when they come of age. However, Peverell has always been a maverick, and generally everyone gets something different when they become adults.

He flipped the gift box without any shaking or sound.

"A book?" said Phoenix, tearing open a corner, "a bit of a farewell to tradition, my father always told me to go out and walk around more than I stayed in the library." He thought it was the old man's doing. ”

He wants to make more friends. ”

"I don't deny it," Phoenix ripped off the rest of the package, "this is no ordinary book—"

Hermione looked down - the cover reads, "Twelve Ways to Beat the Witch."

"It's a great gift for a wizard just coming of age," Hermione said fairly.

"I don't think you'll say that. "Phoenix took the book away, there was another one underneath," "Addicting Witches" - Wizards under 17 years old, not recommended reading. ”

"Wow," said Hermione, blushing, "your father is really—well, with a lot of character. ”

"yes, but he didn't think I needed it, at least the first one didn't need it, right?" Phoenix let go, and the two books didn't fall to the ground, and flew out of the house as if they were being picked up.

"Hurry up and get some rest. Hermione hurried into the bathroom.

On the other side, Harry's bedroom. He screamed in pain: something flashed through his mind like a bright light across the water, and his scar burned violently. He saw a great shadow and felt a rage that did not belong to him rise and burn at the end, as strong as an electric shock, fleeting.

He grabbed his head in sudden pain and fell to the ground. In the midst of all the pain, he felt the anger that did not belong to him take over his soul. He saw a long room lit by firelight, with large Death Eaters screaming and struggling on the floor, a thiaster figure standing beside him with a wand raised, and Voldemort speaking in a high-pitched, cold, unforgiving voice.

"Traverse, do you want to do it again, or do you want to feed Nagini at this point?" Lord Voldemort can't guarantee that he will forgive you this time - I said that everything that crosses the border must be scrutinized, or are you going to learn from Bobin?"

Harry was like a spectator in Voldemort's mind, looking at the terrified Death Eaters through Voldemort's eyes.

"No, master—" Travers gasped, and then said intermittently in the gap, "I didn't—I thought, Potter—there wouldn't be that many people around, and—"

Voldemort waved his wand in rage, and Travers curled up screaming again.

"You think!

After a long period of torture, Harry finally stopped. He hung his head, contemplating something.

"Keep an eye on anything that has to do with Potter, and if anything goes wrong, Travers, I can't guarantee that I'm forgiving you. ”

"Yes—" he barely had the strength to speak, his face covered with sweat, "-master. ”

"Selwyn, go and arrest all the Bobins," said Voldemort indifferently, "and it seems necessary to tell everyone how unwise it is to betray me. ”

Voldemort still had his head down, and Harry couldn't see the person who was there to answer.

Harry was violently shaken, and then the connection was disconnected. Harry gasped for air as if he had come out of deep water, and opened his eyes.

Hermione stared at him in her dressing gown, while Phoenix sat on one of the recliners in the room, looking like she was going to fall asleep at any moment.

Hermione shuddered, "Your scar hurts again? What's going on? I thought the connection was broken!"

"It did break for a while," Harry whispered, the scar still aching, he couldn't concentrate, "I-I think, he connected again as soon as he lost control, as it had been-"