Once the war starts, it is inevitable that many people will die. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Evan looked up at the room full of laughter, and couldn't tell how many people would survive.

Even someone as strong as Dumbledore couldn't protect everyone, he could only make sure that nothing happened to Hermione......

That's his bottom line, and it's what he has to do to do his best.

Evan turned his head and saw Hermione looking at him, he took Hermione's right hand, and his heart became somewhat steady.

No matter what the future holds, no matter what risks he faces, he will not let go of this girl's hand.

Harry took the photo, and his heart was mixed as he looked at the happy faces in the photograph.

In fact, he had seen pictures of his parents before, and he had seen Wormtails with his own eyes, but no one would like them when they jumped in front of him so suddenly when he was most unprepared, he thought angrily, there were other people......

Benji Fenwick, who found only fragments of his body, Mrs. Weasley's brothers, Gideon Prewitt and Fabian Prewit, who died like heroes, and Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, who were tortured into madness.

These people are forever waving happily at the photo, and no one knows the doom that awaits them ahead.

Alas, Moody would have found it funny, but Harry had found it unsettling.

He was determined to learn a few more spells from Aven to improve his strength and protect the people around him.

Evan had proven his strength, Harry had never seen or heard of a fourteen-year-old wizard becoming the president of the student council, and he had almost watched Evan grow from a Muggle who didn't know anything to a powerful wizard.

Harry was embarrassed by Aven's work on magic, with the help of the Philosopher's Stone and the Slytherin Locket.

Since fighting Voldemort was his destiny, he had to be as strong as possible......

Meanwhile, Ron, who was chatting with Mr. Weasley, was thinking about it.

He stole as Evan and Hermione stood there holding hands, and hurriedly closed their gazes.

After Evan became the president of the boys' student union, his own prefect was nothing, and there was too much difference.

Everyone cared about Aven, and no one except his mother was talking about him becoming a prefect.

This made Ron breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he felt a little lost and indescribable disappointment in his heart.

He also remembered that Percy said that prefect was only the first step, and only by becoming a prefect could he be qualified to become the president of the male god student council.

But now, no one else had this qualification until Evan graduated, not even as a prefect.

Ron doesn't care about prefects, student council presidents, or anything, but that's not good news after all, is it?

To be honest, he also thinks that Evan has the qualifications to serve as the president of the student council, purely in terms of magical strength, there is no student in the school who is stronger than Evan , as for why Evan is so powerful, he has summarized it many times before.

In Ron's opinion, it was mainly because of the help of the Philosopher's Stone and the Slytherin Locket.

If anyone else could have these magical items, and with a little more effort, they would become as strong as Aven.

Unfortunately, the remaining three Philosopher's Stones left behind by the four founders are now nowhere to be found, they have discussed them many times, and there is no answer, and Ron has no clue at all, and there is only one Slytherin locket......

Immediately, Ron remembered that Evan had previously discovered it in the Eight-Eyed Spider's Lair.

The stone tablet carved with a map of Greece, in addition to the locket, contained the Slytherin wand, the ring, and the scepter of the two serpents, all of which seemed to be powerful magical items, if one of them could be obtained......

Ron shook his head vigorously, the items left behind by that old madman in Slytherin were so dangerous that only Evan would use them.

However, if you want to become as strong as Aven, it seems that there is only one feasible way.

After handing the photo to Harry, Moody went over to talk to Professor McGonagall, Lupin, and Kingsley, Harry stared at the picture in a daze, while Evan and Hermione left the kitchen holding hands, they had a lot to talk about now.

Although the two of them have been talking all afternoon, it is not enough.

If they could, Evan and Hermione would now be able to talk all night without getting bored or tired.

In the afternoon, Evan was still helping Hermione figure figure out how to be a good prefect, and now the situation is just the opposite, and she has to help Evan do his job as the president of the student council and live up to the hopes of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

Tomorrow is the first day of school, and Evan has instructions for the prefects......

Compared to Hermione's nervousness, Evan didn't care, he only had one rule here: don't get into trouble.

If anyone wanted to do something, he wouldn't mind using them to practice magic.

But since Hermione wanted to say it, Evan had no reason to refuse, and could go back to the room on the second floor where the two of them used in the afternoon to talk slowly.

The night was long, and there was a lot of time, and he even thought that he could change his position for a while......

They walked up the stairs in the foyer holding hands, walking past the heads of the house-elves huddled together, Hermione kept talking, helping Evan with ideas, but suddenly stopped as she approached the second-floor landing.

They heard a voice, someone crying in the living room, and Evan and Hermione looked at each other.

"It seems to be Mrs. Weasley's voice?" Hermione said, "Is something wrong?"

The two men walked briskly through the last few stairs, walked past the landing, and pushed open the door to the living room.

There was a man huddled by the dark wall, wand in hand, his whole body trembling with crying, and it was Ron who lay on all fours on the dusty old carpet, lying in the bright moonlight, apparently dead.

"Ron, what's going on?!" Hermione's eyes widened, and she gripped Evan's right hand tightly.

Ron is dead, how could it be, they saw him downstairs when they came up just now......

"Wait a minute, Hermione, it's the Boggart!" said Aven, feeling a magical reaction in the air, "Mrs. Weasley?"

"Funny, funny, funny!" said Mrs. Weasley, sobbing, pointing her trembling wand at Ron's corpse.

Ron's corpse turned into Bill's, lying on his back with his limbs outstretched, his hollow eyes wide open.

At the sight of Bill's body, Mrs. Weasley cried even more than she had just been.

"Funny, funny, funny!" she said with a twitch again.

Smack! Mr. Weasley's corpse replaced Bill's.

His glasses were crooked to the side, and a streak of blood was running down his face.

"No!" Mrs. Weasley groaned, "No, funny, funny, funny, funny!"

Smack! Dead twins. Smack! Dead Percy. Smack! Dead Harry. Smack! Dead Aven.

"Alright, Mrs. Weasley, get out of here!" said Aven, hurriedly stepping forward and drawing his wand.

The Borggart in front of him has changed, it's Hermione's corpse!

"Funny, funny!" said Evan, clearly and unequivocally.

Hermione's body was gone, and the Boggart was making a final struggle, and the figure of the evil god appeared......