The day of school is approaching, Ning An and Pani went to Diagon Alley in the next time, in the name of buying textbooks for the new semester, he got a lot of materials for making potions, he planned to remake potions, this trip used Floo powder, so within a day they ran back and forth between London and the village of St. Cachpole.

Ning An was going to wait for Amos to talk about the Triwizard Tournament, but who knows whether this Mr. Diggory was too busy or really wanted to uphold justice, so he refused to tell "Cedric" about the Triwizard Tournament that would be held this year.

There was no way, Ning An had to inform Pani himself, hoping that he could be prepared, as for whether the topic would change, he didn't know, but with Pani's strength it should be more than enough to deal with the Triwizard Tournament, he was much stronger than Cedric, but he seemed a little lazy recently, and I don't know if it was because he didn't have to worry about anything when he stayed with him.

"Why didn't I catch up with such a thing when I was in school?"

At first glance, when he heard the news revealed by Ning An, Pani was also taken aback, he had only heard of the Triwizard Tournament in the mouths of others, if I remember correctly, it had probably not been held for hundreds of years.

"Why are they restarting the Triwizard Tournament at this time?"

Pani's mind was full of question marks, and he leaned back against the head of the bed, leaning against the wall next to him.

It was already midnight, and it was dark outside the window that nothing could be seen, only the night birds in the woods, let out a horrible wail, and the Diggories had already fallen asleep in their room, and only the two of them were still whispering.

Ning An is still in the form of a crow, he is lying on the windowsill with his legs bent, looking at the starry sky outside the window, the bird can sleep standing up, but that is just a safety measure, although it seems quite imprudent to sleep on his stomach, but Ning An doesn't care.

"Who knows, Fudge is a great man, maybe he thinks it will show off his merits as Minister of Magic."

Ning An guessed lightly, he didn't care about the purpose of the Ministry of Magic, he just thought about his next direction.

"You've decided whose blood you're going to take?"

Ning An revealed the resurrection magic to Pani, before the pit viper Sephant woke up, because he was asleep in the box where Ning An cast the spell, so he was immediately perceived, the awakened Sephant was extremely weak, he told Ning An that it was best to hurry up and prepare the resurrection magic, and then after Ning An fed him some elixir, he fell into a deep sleep again.

"Almost."

Ning An was still looking at the sky, the stars were shining beautifully, he forgot how long it had been since he had looked up at the sky like this, and when he had a picnic with Pani by the river before, Ning An was thinking, how nice it would be if Caridora, Daphne, and Samantha were all there.

If I hadn't been wanted by the Ministry of Magic and hadn't become as notorious as I am now, how nice it would have been to live with my friends.

But at this moment, the cold night sky reminded him that nothing could go back to the way it was, he was a small wave pushed by the torrent of fate, in this flowing water, everyone could not help themselves, even Dumbledore could not control his own fate, who could not be in pain?

"I'm going back to Hogwarts tomorrow - I miss my time at school, don't you?"

Pani leaned back and pulled the quilt up to cover her body, the temperature getting colder and colder inexplicably.

Ning An didn't speak, he stood by the window, still looking outside, after the transformation of Animagus, human feelings seem to become close to animals, it is a particularly peculiar feeling, as if the emotions of being a human being before were put aside in a layer of transparent glass, without any change, it makes you feel as if you have become a bystander.

This aggravates the sense of sadness.

At some point, the gray sky gradually turned a deeper, darker inky color, and a gale rose from the flat ground, and suddenly blew thousands of giant trees in the mountains and forests, and the leaves were blown to a more rapid rhythm, as if someone was shaking the sandhammer vigorously.

"The rainstorm is coming."

Ning An muttered to himself, looking at this sky, I am afraid that a heavy rainstorm is coming.

"Yes, it won't affect the operation of the express train anyway, so we have nothing to worry about."

Pani didn't bother to get up and look outside, he yawned, turned over and said:

"Good night, Ning An - I'm going to sleep, don't you feel cold? Maybe you can come under my covers—"

"Good night, Pani."

Ning An interrupted Pani's words, still standing motionless on the windowsill, with no intention of taking the other party's opinion.

"Okay—good night." Pani muttered and rolled over, and after a while, his breathing became soft, and he fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

The wind outside the house became tighter and tighter, the sky seemed to be a few kilometers lower than usual, as if you could reach it with your hand, a thunderclap rang out, and the heavy rain poured down from the sky like a basin of water that had been kicked over.

Ning An didn't bother to look at this sudden rainstorm, and tomorrow he and Pani would take the express train back on the nine and three-quarters platform and return to Hogwarts, where it all began.

Before leaving, it was inevitable to be sentimental, and the emotions that he had been forced to suppress in his heart were like boiling medicines, gurgling and bubbling in his head.

The figures of Caridora, Daphne, Samantha, and even Hermione and Harry were shown like slides, and it was only then that Ning An realized what kind of suffering he had been going through.

Since Caridora's death, he has kept blaming himself for all his mistakes, from the guilt of Caridora, to the uneasiness caused by hurting Harry and Hermine, and later the arrest of Samantha and Walter, and Daphne's withdrawal from school, all of which have become a heavy burden in Ning An's heart.

He kept himself busy, not daring to rest for a moment, and whenever he relaxed, these thoughts swept over him like a spell, making him more miserable than ever.

Even if he could kill a person without hesitation, even if he could use the Unforgivable Curse at will, it would not help to find peace of mind.

Ning An longed for the other extreme to eliminate this suffering, and he thought that the Fall would allow him to completely abandon these heavy burdens of self-blame and insecurity.

Hearing that the frequent use of the killing curse will split a person's soul, Ning An hopes that his soul will be split soon, and then he will not have to suffer this kind of torture again, and sometimes he also thinks about giving up and escaping, so he forgets about Callidora and them, and starts his life again.

On this night, quietly watching the violent storm outside the window, Ning An suddenly woke up, and realized that he had been hesitating all along, and whether he was struggling at both ends of good and evil, whether he became a demon or turned around and repented seemed to be far away.

Torn between good and evil, he felt physically and mentally exhausted and exhausted because of this.

"Why bother so much? Just like this rainstorm, wouldn't it be better to wash everything in your own way? ”

Ning An said to himself, and the raven's dark eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Bring Carly back to life, get Samantha and the others back, and everyone back to Snake Letter, won't everything be fine?"

Outside the window, the thunderclouds were entangled, and a glittering night sky as bright as day was reflected on the ravens on the windowsill, almost dyeing the black feathers a piercing white, and then—boom, deafening thunder, as if to explode the sky.

As for the wizarding world, there are so many dark wizards who have ruled the wizarding world, it is nothing more than that they are powerful, as long as they are strong enough, as long as the snake letter is strong enough, what can others do with them? There will always be a space in this world where they can live

Ning An's thoughts are like springs, the more he thinks about it, the faster he thinks, he has always thought about resurrecting Calidora, but it is actually a kind of evasion psychology, as if it is to complete a task, as long as he completes this task, the mistakes he has made can be erased, the world will be peaceful, and he will seem to be fine.

But he never thought about really taking any responsibility, whether it was Snake Letter, Daphne, or even Hermione, they never really took their responsibilities, thinking of this, Ning An understood.

He is not a good friend, let alone a good leader, not even as good as Voldemort, at least he is still completely bad, and he is still too immature.

"At least integrate the snake letter, and it will be where my family is—"

Ning An reaffirmed his beliefs, and once just founded the snake letter with the idea of using it as a tool, but he didn't expect that unconsciously, whether it was Pani or Samantha, they had accumulated quite deep feelings, and he somewhat understood why Voldemort wanted to trap the Death Eaters in the first place.

This guy who grew up in an orphanage may have had a glimmer of hope, eager to get the feelings that only family can give from this group of people?

But maybe later, in the midst of complex interactions, the Death Eaters eventually became Tom? The tool in Riddle's hand, he and Ning An seem to have reversed it from the beginning, Ning An created the snake letter in order to make a tool, but now it suddenly dawned on him that the people in this tool were enough to become friends of his family.

"Family ......"

Ning An turned his head to look at Pani, who was already snoring on the bed, and gradually understood his mind.

He doesn't care about good or evil, he doesn't care what other people think, he does what he wants, and now he has to take his own responsibility, and he is the one who gathered these people together, so he has to give these people a place to live, as he promised.

"Since it started at Hogwarts, let's start at Hogwarts again."

On this rainy night when the wind was roaring, Ning An silently made up his mind, this was the first time he really planned to do something other than resurrecting Calidora.

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The rain did not stop until the next day, and although the wind did not blow so hard, the raindrops still crackled and fell on the ground, accumulating small puddles one after another.

Pani put on Cedric's sweater and coat, put Hogwarts clothes in a box, and waited for the train to change again, all as if he were still at Hogwarts last semester.

Ning An didn't want him to say it and jumped on his shoulder, Pani tilted his head to look at Ning An, for some reason he always felt that something was different, just when he was about to ask, there was a knock on the door.

Bang bang bang – a quick knock on the door shows how anxious the person outside the door is

"Seid—" was Mr. Amos's voice, just as Pani pushed the door open.

"Seid, I can't accompany you to the station, there's something wrong with the department-"

Mr. Amos looked regretful, his expression complicated and tangled, as if something was on his lips at any moment.

"It's okay, I'm in sixth grade, so I can go on my own—" Parney nodded understandingly, indicating that it was fine, and then he asked with concern

"What's wrong?"

As they spoke, they descended the stairs, where Mrs. Diggory was already waiting downstairs

"Oh, it's Alasto, the Mad-Eye says he's been attacked—" Halfway through the conversation, he seemed to remember that Diggory didn't seem to know Moody

"It's okay, I think you'll know him soon—uh, let me think, and I'm going to tell Arthur that maybe he can get this poor fellow away from charge."

When the two came downstairs, Mr. Diggory and his wife embraced him warmly, and turned to walk in the direction of the fireplace, but suddenly remembered something, and turned to see his "son" there hesitating

"Seid—there's one thing—"

However, he was not halfway through his speech when he was stopped by Mrs. Diggory, who no longer smiled as gently as she had done before, but looked at Mr. Diggory with a slight sternness

"Amos - didn't we say we wouldn't reveal this?" She looked back at her "son" proudly and said:

"Seid has the best character in the world—justice, are you going to destroy it at the last minute?"

When Mr. Diggory heard this, he gritted his teeth, stomped his foot and turned his head to the fireplace, and Mrs. Diggory came up and gave "Cedric" a gentle hug, and said:

"Go ahead, dear, I thought about school, Dumbledore will tell you what's waiting for you this term, I'm sure you won't let me down, right?"

Parney has already guessed Amos? Diggory couldn't help but want to say it just now, I'm afraid it was the news of the Triwizard Tournament, but Ning An had already revealed it to him, so he wasn't too surprised, responded to Mrs. Diggory with a smile, and sat down at the table to enjoy breakfast.

After a busy morning in the rain and Amos had left home, Pani grabbed a handful of Floo powder by the fireplace and went to Diagon Alley, the closest to the Nine and Three-Quarters station on King's Cross.

And when he came out of the fireplace in Diagon Alley, he quietly said to Ning An, who was standing on his shoulder, in a rare pleading tone:

"Ning'an, can we not hurt Cedric, Lady Digory is a good person, I don't want to ......"

"Yes."

Ning An said without thinking, which made Pani a little surprised, although he thought that Ning An would agree to him, but he didn't expect to agree so simply, which made him look sideways for a while.

"Since you said you didn't want to hurt him, then we'll let him go when the matter is over."

There was no hesitation or hesitation in Ning An's words, he didn't care about Cedric's life or death, but if his death would make Pani feel guilty, then he promised not to hurt Cedric's hair.