When Wang Yong and Susan Shiran returned to the castle together, it was already dark, and the last thin twilight of the June sky was also lost in the darkness, and the castle was lit with blazing torches and flickering candlelight, which looked extremely dry and brilliant.

Wang Yong had just taken a deep breath of the castle air.

But I heard the sound of clackling footsteps coming quickly.

Ginny hurriedly ran towards her, the tip of her nose was dripping with fine sweat, and her face was flushed with anxiety.

Wang Yong said secretly: "It finally happened." ”

But he still had a calm and calm expression.

"What's wrong? Ginny. Wang Yong asked.

Ginny eagerly grabbed Wang Yong's hand: "Ron, Hermione, Potter, the three of them rode Thestrals to the Ministry of Magic, saying that Harry saw Sirius in his brain being imprisoned by Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic. Sirius can't be found through Floo powder. ”

Wang Yong nodded: "I know." ”

"And Dumbledore doesn't know where to go."

"Well, I'll go to the Ministry of Magic right away." Wang Yongying said.

"I'll go too!" Ginny hurriedly said, "I heard from them, and Hermione told me to come to you." ”

"Well, you can go too." Wang Yong nodded in agreement.

"What about me?" Susan asked gently.

Wang Yong gently stroked Susan's long hair: "If I hadn't died, I wouldn't have let you go to war." ”

"Well, Voldemort should be fine now." Susan wasn't too nervous: "Wait until you come back." ”

"Okay, by the way, I would like to inform the members of MR, this is also a good opportunity to train MR members." Wang Yong gave his parchment to Ginny, which had the function of summoning orders.

"Fifteen minutes later, we'll meet at the door of the vanishing cabinet."

"Good!" Ginny excitedly promised that the most interesting thing for her would be to charge.

……

On the other side, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were flying in the dark on Thestrals, Harry felt that his face was stiff and cold, and his legs that were tightly clamped on the sides of Thestrals were numb, but he didn't dare to change his position, for fear of slipping down, he couldn't hear anything, only the rumbling air flow in his ears, and his mouth was dried and frozen by the cold night wind.

He was unaware of how far they had come; His hopes were all pinned on the Thestrals beneath him, which was still darling resolutely through the dark night sky, barely flapping its wings as it flew forward.

Only when they looked down, the lights of Muggle towns reminded them of how far they were from the ground.

Although his appearance was blown very cold by the cold air currents in the sky, the sense of responsibility and mission in his heart that did not hesitate was constantly expanding in his heart.

Although his scars have never hurt since he met Voldemort in the graveyard, he has never had strange dreams similar to illusions, and he has not observed Voldemort's world from another perspective.

This should be a good thing for him, he finally got rid of the headache that was bothering him.

His scars are no longer noticeable, and they are always endless.

No one called him a savior, putting all the pressure, the hope and pressure of defeating Voldemort on him, and looked at him with an earnest eye.

In the end, he is not what anyone wants to be, he can be himself to the fullest, do whatever he wants, and no longer ask him to be, hope for him.

He finally gained the freedom he had longed for without surveillance, without the conspicuous ordinariness.

He should have felt very comfortable.

However, no.

All the light was taken away by another person, yes, all the light.

He was more successful than himself, defeating Voldemort head-on, killing the Death Eaters, allowing Voldemort to flee in a hurry and allowing the wizarding world to see the dawn.

Yes, the new savior, damned savior.

He wasn't jealous, yes, I wasn't, Harry said to himself.

I, no.

Dumbledore no longer paid attention to himself, and even when he returned alive at Voldemort's behalf, he did not give himself a long talk.

Even if he was attacked by Dementors and almost had his soul sucked out, he still didn't get even the slightest attention.

Even if he set up his own Defence Against the Dark Arts team, almost no one came to the dismal end.

So since he came back from Hogsmeade once, he had once again had that strange dream, which not only did not frighten Harry, but made him feel a little happy and even ecstatic.

Yes, I am not an ordinary person, I am the destined savior, and there is and only I can defeat Voldemort.

I have to prove myself, I have to.

Especially after he predicted that attack, he predicted Voldemort's attack on Amelia, he saw that scene, and saw the joy that Voldemort was about to achieve his goal, but then he saw Wang Yong's nervousness and a trace of fear again.

Fear, the fear that made Voldemort feel ashamed, the same fear that made Harry feel ashamed.

His indescribable pride in his heart was that he had defeated Voldemort, whom was feared by the entire wizarding world, and although it was not his ability, he had escaped from Voldemort's hands again and again, performing miracles.

But Voldemort, who felt the mountains rising even in his heart, was afraid of the other?

When he saw Sirius imprisoned, all he thought was that he must go to the rescue, not only because he was his godfather, but also because he wanted everyone to value him again through his actions.

But when it came time to suggest this urgent approach, Ron agreed, but hesitated.

And Hermione even had an argument with herself, saying that even if you can't find Dumbledore, it will be useful to find Wang Yong.

But Harry's heart was furious for no reason, and he strongly objected.

He was satisfied to see that Hermione agreed to his approach, and even maintained his support.

Even for her secretly asking Ginny to inform Wang Yong, he pretended not to see it, after all, he repeatedly told himself that rescuing Sirius was the most important thing, with my ability......

Hermione was also flying high in the dark sky.

There seemed to be a shadow ahead, and Harry's shadow could be seen.

She struggled to grab Thestrals' smooth mane and leaned down as hard as she could, most of the school's students had gained the ability to see Thestrals after last year's tragic death in the air above Krum.

There was some faint worry in her heart.

Yes, he should have dissuaded Harry, and he should have found the king himself......

No, you don't.

There was a firm voice in my heart telling myself, it can't be like this!

If you turn to Wang Yong for everything, then you will always be in Wang Yong's shadow.

Without him, he is also capable, or only by leaving Wang Yong, can he go further in the future with his independent and strong self.

She told herself in her heart.

In fact, even in the original book, if it weren't for the Death Eaters' teasing mentality, if it weren't for Rowling's hanging, a few people who entered the Ministry of Magic at that time would have died in the pursuit of the Death Eaters, not to mention that if Dumbledore hadn't arrived in time, it would be difficult to say how many would have survived.

Dumbledore also gave Harry a reckless assessment, causing Harry to lose his mind in regret and rage.

Fifteen-year-old students against murderous Death Eaters?