"Hi Harry!" a familiar voice rang out behind Harry.

"Neville!" Harry said with a sigh of relief, turning to see a boy with a round face squeezing towards him.

"Hello, Harry," a girl with long hair and big hazy eyes said to Harry from behind Neville. "Luna, hi, are you okay?"

"Very well, thank you," Luna said. She clutched a magazine in both hands and held it on her chest, and the large print on the cover showed that it was a free pair of phantom glasses.

"Well, 'Contrarian' is doing pretty well, isn't it?" asked Harry, who had a crush on the magazine and had given an exclusive interview with it last year.

"Oh, of course, the circulation has been going up. Luna said happily. "Let's get a seat," Harry said, and the three of them set off through a group of students who were silently watching them and walked along the carriage. Eventually, they found an empty car, and Harry rushed in, thankfully.

"They even stared at us," Neville pointed to himself and Luna, "just because we're with you!"

"They're staring at you because you helped me escape, and breaking the school rules is an exciting thing in itself, and the Prophet folks won't let go of any clues. ”

"Oh, yes, I thought Grandma would be angry when she saw the news," Neville said, "but she was really happy." Said I was finally starting to look up to my dad. She bought me a new wand, look!" he pulled out his wand and showed it to Harry.

"Cherry wood, unicorn-fur wick," he said triumphantly. "We thought it might be one of the last wands Ollivander sold, and the next day he'd disappeared—oh, come back, Levy!" he leaned under his seat to grab the toad, which was again (as it always did) trying to leap towards freedom.

"This year we still have D, A...... Party, Harry?" asked Luna, ripping a pair of psychedelic-looking glasses from Contradiction.

"Now that we've gotten rid of Umbridge, there's no need for that, is it?" said Harry.

Neville slipped out from under his chair and slammed his head into it. He looked very disappointed. "......! I've learned a lot from you!"

"I also enjoyed the party," Luna said calmly. "It feels like having a lot of friends. ”

Luna often spoke of such uncomfortable things, and Harry felt like a mixture of pity and embarrassment wriggled in his heart.

"Hey, Luna, I mean......" Harry remembered Van Lin's previous decision.

Before he could respond, however, there was a commotion outside their car door, where a group of fourth-grade girls whispered and laughed on the other side of the windowpane.

"Go tell him!" "No, you go!" "Then I'll do it!" One of them, a brave-looking girl, with big dark eyes, a protruding chin, and long black hair, pushed open the door and entered.

"Hi Harry, my name is Romilda, Romilda Winn," she said confidently and loudly. "Come and sit in our carriage, right? You don't have to sit with them. She deliberately whispered to Harry, gesturing at Neville's ass (who was burrowing under his seat again to find Rifou) and Luna (who looked like a deranged, colorful owl with free phantom glasses).

"They are my friends. Harry said coldly.

"Oh," the girl looked very surprised. "Oh. Good. She stepped out and closed the door behind her.

"People think you should have cooler friends than we do," Luna said again, with her embarrassingly candid.

"You're cool," Harry said at once, "and there are no people who trust me and will help me fight back, they don't fight alongside me. ”

"It's great that you say that," Luna said with a smile, then pushed her phantom glasses against the bridge of her nose and watched "Singing Against the Tune" intently.

"But we didn't face him," Neville said, coming out from under his seat, his hair covered in fluff and dust, and his hand clutching what seemed to be a resignation to his fate.

"You did it. You should listen to what my grandma has to say about you. 'That Harry Potter and Valin El are more backbone than the entire Ministry of Magic combined!' she's even willing to pay anything to make you her grandson......"

Harry smiled unnaturally. l。 results.

When Neville repeats his results aloud and begins to suspect that he is only getting a "pass". Harry just looked at him and didn't really listen to him.

Neville's childhood was ruined by Voldemort as much as Harry's, but Neville had no idea how close he was to Harry's destiny. The prophecy could have pointed to either of them, but Voldemort chose Harry as the object of the prophecy for some puzzling reason.

If Voldemort had chosen Neville, he would have been sitting across from him with a lightning-bolt-shaped scar, carrying the heavy prophecy...... Will Neville's mother sacrifice her life to save Harry as Lily did to save him......? But what if she didn't have a chance to stand between Voldemort and his son?

Will Neville's chair be empty, will Harry's forehead be scarred, will kissing him goodbye will be his own mother instead of Ron's?

"Are you alright, Harry? you look a little weird," Neville said.

Harry woke up suddenly.

"I'm sorry - I- I'm nothing...... I just " Harry looked at Neville with some embarrassment, in fact, such thoughts had come to Harry's mind more than once, since knowing that choice, and all the prophecies, Dumbledore's explanation was still Van Lin......

Van Lin felt like he had known it for a long time, or rather......

"You're in the phantom worm?" Luna interrupted Harry's train of thought abruptly, then gazed sympathetically at Harry from behind her huge colored glasses.

"I-what?"

"Phantom Bug...... They're invisible, and they'll drift in through your ears and make your brain cluttered," she said. "I think I just felt one flying here. She slapped her hands in the air, as if she were hitting a large invisible moth.

Harry and Neville glanced at each other and quickly began to discuss Quidditch, Harry would rather be rolling in the mud in his Quidditch robe than the bunch of things in Luna's mouth.