One evening, a few days later, Harry, Ron, and Ginny lined up by the fireplace in the kitchen to return to Hogwarts.

For security reasons, this time the Ministry of Magic arranged for a temporary Floo network connection to get the students back to school safely.

The Hogwarts Express seemed a little unsafe at this juncture, after all, a train that crossed half of England, especially with key figures like Harry Potter, was not something that the Ministry of Magic could rest assured about.

Since Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill, and Fleur all went to work, only Mrs. Weasley sent them.

In fact, Mrs. Weasley shed tears during the separation. Mrs. Weasley has undoubtedly been particularly sentimental lately, and since Christmas, Percy has burst out of the house on Christmas Day wearing glasses splashed with parsnip root juice (to which Fred, George, and Ginny all claim credit).

Percy is back?

It wasn't the way everyone thought it would be, but at least it made Harry feel good, but Scrimgeour wasn't so friendly, and it was the first time in his life that Harry had been so calm and sarcastic......

Or, in other words, a department, an entire authority, or a country......

Oh, I'm sorry, but the Ministry of Magic may represent a country in a sense, but as a turning point, Fudge doesn't seem to have played a good role in connecting the past and the next, and even being seized from power?

In any case, a regime that has lost credibility does not seem to be very representative, and even as the new leader tries to change, Scrimgeur's approach has not changed much, and in essence, Scrimgeour may be just a Fudge with a different view and a little more decisiveness.

Van Lin got this from his face, after all, Scrimgeour was a little more fierce than Fudge.

None of this was so important to Harry, though, and even though Van Lin had systematically analyzed the current state of the Ministry of Magic with him, he didn't know how much Harry had listened.

Maybe it was because Dumbledore invited Van Lin and Hermione and threw him in the Burrow for a few days?

Either way, it made Harry a little uncomfortable, but there were more important things to do right now, such as how to appease a sentimental middle-aged woman who might turn into his mother-in-law?

Ginny now has a boyfriend, though.

Harry had mixed feelings, if he could......

"Don't cry, Mommy," Ginny patted Mrs. Weasley on the back, whimpering as she leaned on her daughter's shoulder. "It's okay......"

"yes, don't worry about us," Ron gave his mom a heavy kiss on the cheek, "and don't worry about Percy." He's a big fool, and that's really not a loss, is it?"

Mrs. Weasley cried even more when she hugged Harry.

"Promise me you'll take care of yourself...... Don't get in trouble......"

Harry could have accepted the first sentence, but the latter ...... Isn't that what I often say to Fred and George?

Harry felt that his image should be able to be saved in an easy way......

"I've always been, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said. "I like a quiet life, you know me. ”

Maybe?

In fact, even Harry himself had doubts of one kind or another.

However, this kind of rhetoric is a little more useful than Fred and George, and you see, this is credibility......

Mrs. Weasley smiled tearfully and stepped aside.

"Then behave well, all of you ......"

Harry stepped into the emerald flames and shouted, "Hogwarts!" and took one last brief glance at the Weasley's kitchen and Mrs. Weasley's tear-stained face, before being engulfed in flames, spun rapidly, flashing vaguely past the other wizards' rooms, but before he could see clearly, he was gone, and then he slowed down, finally coming to a safe stop in the fireplace of Professor McGonagall's office.

Professor McGonagall barely lifted her eyes when he crawled out of the fireplace.

"Good evening, Potter. Try not to bring the ashes to the carpet. ”

"Oh, okay, Professor. Harry stood up with some restraint, straightened his glasses, and wiped his hair as Ron spun out of the fireplace. When Ginny came out, they left Professor McGonagall's office and headed for the Gryffindor Tower.

Harry glanced out of the hallway window to see that the sun had sunk over the horizon and the ground was covered with snow thicker than the Burrow's garden. He could see from afar that Hagrid was feeding Buckbeak in front of his hut.

"Clown cane," Ron said confidently, as they walked over to the fat lady, her face looking paler than usual, startled by Ron's loud voice.

"No," she said.

"What do you mean by 'no'?"

"A new password," said the fat lady feebly. "And, please, don't shout. ”

"But we went home, how could we ——??"

"Hey, Harry, Ginny!" Hermione hurried over to them, her face flushed, her cloak, hat and gloves, and then Van Lin, who could be seen that the two of them were still covered in snow, perhaps because of the lack of people, the corridors of Hogwarts Castle were unusually cold this year.

"We only came back a few hours ago, and, besides, I just went to see Hagrid and Buck — I mean Weatherwin," she said breathlessly. "How are you having Christmas?"

"yes," Ron said a little uncomfortably, as if he had been ignored, "a lot has happened, Rufus Skrein—"

Hermione clearly wasn't going to take care of him, though.

"I have something for you, Harry," Hermione neither looked at Ron nor showed that she had heard what Ron said. "Oh, wait a minute—passwords. On the wagon. ”

"That's right," said the fat lady feebly, opening the portrait to reveal the hole.

"What's wrong with her?" asked Harry.

"Apparently indulged in the Christmas season," Van Lynn rolled his eyes and led the way towards the crowded common room.

"She and her friend Violet drank all the wine in the painting, the one in the hallway of the Charms classroom downstairs, the 'Drunken Monk'. Anyway......" Hermione continued, it looked like the two of them were talking cross talk, but Harry was the only one in the audience.

Hermione rummaged through her pockets for a moment and pulled out a roll of parchment with Dumbledore's handwriting on it.

"Great," Harry quickly untied it, discovering that Dumbledore's next lesson was scheduled for tomorrow night. "I've got a lot of things to tell him — and you. Let's sit down and say—"

But at that moment, a loud scream was heard, "Wow-wow!", and Lavender Brown sprang up from nowhere and threw himself into Ron's arms. A few people next to him laughed heartily.

To be honest, Lavender was a little overzealous, but Ron didn't seem to fit in.

But this at least alleviated Ron's embarrassment of being ignored, in fact, Ron also figured out that Hermione was his good friend, and what he did before, as a boy, was indeed a bit bad, but now, it was clear that Hermione had the initiative.

"Oh, well, leave the two of them alone. Hermione spoke quickly, completely ignoring Ron, who was feeding Harry dog food.

Like, she does that a lot...... Starting with the Three Witches Fighting Contest?

"Hey, there's a table here...... Come here, Ginny?"

"No, thank you, I said I'm going to meet Dean," but Harry couldn't help but notice that her voice wasn't very enthusiastic. Leaving Ron and Lavender, who were in the middle of a stand-up wrestling match, Van Lin led Hermione to the empty table.

"How's Christmas going for you two?" Harry asked quickly.

"Oh, we'll talk about it later......" Van Lin said with a bit of a headache, being chased by a group of skeletons, this is not a relaxing entertainment.

"Compared to this ......" Hermione hesitated, obviously, at least Harry couldn't be told about going to the North Pole, it was better to leave this to Van Lin, after all, he was better at this, and had concealed them for more than two years.

"How are you doing in Ginny's house. ”

"I'll tell you right away," Harry said. "Hermione, you can't ——?"

"Yes, I can't," she said flatly. "So don't do it in vain. ”

"You know, I thought it was a Christmas break—" Harry tried to argue for Ron, but apparently, Hermione wasn't going to let Ron go so easily.

A lesson for Ron?

Come on, she's not Ginny, and strictly speaking, Hermione doesn't have anything to do with the Weasleys.

Well, friends, and now, Ron is on the blacklist.

"It's the fat lady who has drunk a barrel of wine that's been made for five hundred years, Harry, not me. What important news do you want to tell me?" she looked so fierce that Harry knew he couldn't argue with her at this point, so he dropped off on Ron's topic.

"Okay......" Harry shrugged his shoulders at Van Lin a little helplessly, it seemed that Harry had also decided to give up on helping Ron, which was definitely a thankless task, and in case Harry was blacklisted by Hermione because of this......

With Hermione's temper, it wasn't something that couldn't happen, but on the contrary, Hermione was absolutely capable, and if Harry was going to talk to Hermione in the next month, it was best to give up on this irrational idea.

"In Ron...... I mean, Ginny...... Oh, Mrs. Weasley's house......" Harry said with some awkwardness, "not so much technically. ”

"Strictly speaking?" Hermione raised her voice. "When did you start talking like that?"

"Hey...... That's not a bad thing. Van Lin hurriedly took it, Hermione's temper was a little explosive in the past two days, after Hermione, who used to be gentle and cute and a little sexy, was gone on the road of the hostess, Van Lin could clearly feel the decline in his status.

What Sirius taught him with something?

Is marriage the grave of love?

What kind of nonsense is this......

Sirius, the old bachelor, didn't even have a decent girlfriend.

Van Lin wasn't going to give Hermione a chance to continue sanctioning him, "So, what's special?"

"Oh, there are a few. Harry said, "I had a dream. ”

"About Voldemort?"

"Uh......" Harry hesitated, "I'm not sure ......"

"I mean, I didn't see any images of Voldemort in my dreams, but I actually thought ......"

"He's right there, right, and it all has to do with Voldemort?" Van Lin said.

"Oh yes!" Harry looked at the junior students who had just come in from outside, as well as Lavender and Ron, who had already gnawed together.

"Actually, I felt like it had something to do with Voldemort, it was real, but it was vague. ”

"Oh please, that's for sure. Van Lin shook his head, "It's impossible for Voldemort to open his mental world to you defenselessly, especially after he has suffered a loss, it is very difficult to deceive him through you, in fact, I am surprised that you can still see the image, so, what is it about?"

"Darkness...... I could smell the smell of blood, the glow of discord, and the cries of children, and of course, not only that. "But every time I try to see a hazy picture, I get pushed out." ”

"Pushed out?"

"It's just waking up, and my spirit is resisting me doing that, and it's dangerous, like putting a ...... in my head Siren?" Harry tried to describe the feelings, "Oh, by the way, I saw something standing up, but I'm not sure what it is, anyway, I'll be pushed out as soon as I get close." ”

"When did it happen?" asked Van Lin.

"Before Christmas, I didn't really care at first. Harry said, "But, I saw it a few more times, and it might have been different at times, but I don't remember exactly, it was very vague." ”

"Oh," Van Lin had a headache, he had just pulled out of a pile of and then fell into another hole?

This is not an interesting life experience, on his life path, although Van Lin thought that it may not be smooth sailing, but the current state, the road in front of him is definitely full of devastation.

Sometimes it's Dumbledore's hole, sometimes it's Harry, it's Tom Riddle, it's Death, or whatever?

It's not fun at all.

"What's wrong with you...... Not feeling well?" Harry asked, "Do you need ......?"

"Oh, it's okay, I'm fine, just a little ...... Can Hermione give me some comfort?" Van Lin said shamelessly, and before Hermione could react, the whole person fell towards Hermione.

It's a rare thing that Hermione didn't dodge, and it was a breakthrough.

After honestly explaining everything about the Grim Reaper and the like, this was the first time Hermione had asked him to lean over like this.

Is the time for sanctions over?

Fan Lin couldn't help but think beautifully.

Harry looked a little confused, and he could clearly see the impatience on Hermione's face, which was like an accusation, for example, that he had never seen anyone so brazen.

Probably that way, at least in Harry's head, he couldn't think of a good explanation.

"I advise you to be like a human or, if you don't want to, I don't mind you using Animagus!" Hermione said coldly, and Van Lin was unmoved.

"So, you two...... What's wrong?" Harry swallowed.

"Oh, it's okay, it's just a little internal conflict in the family, harmless, harmless......" Fan Lin sat up with a smile, his expression unnatural.

"So, what about later?"

"What happened?"

"A dream, of course. Van Lin said that they almost forgot what they had been discussing before.

"Oh, and then......"

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