In a crisp blue morning light, Van Lin walked on a mountain road.

Far away at the foot of the mountain, the shadow of a small town is shrouded in mist, like a holy tower for learning, and everyone who is thirsty for answers has embarked on this path.

Suddenly, the scene turned, and Van Lin was back at the North Pole, and he saw Dumbledore's pale corpse, which should be said...... It is the soul, step by step into the black mausoleum......

There were many times when Van Lin wanted to call Dumbledore back, but it was simply impossible.

Dumbledore's figure walked farther and farther away, stunned......

"Hermione, what are you doing?" Rubbing his eyes, Van Lin rolled over, considering that the Burrow really couldn't accommodate so many people, naturally, Van Lin asked to move out, and took Hermione with him.

Given that Van Lin had already taken on the responsibilities of an adult, Mrs. Weasley had to let him go, and Harry and Ron were to stay in the Burrow honestly.

(Actually, if everyone hadn't agreed, and Sirius fanned the flames and stopped Mrs. Weasley, it would have been two different things...... ）

"A gift for Harry...... It's his birthday!" Hermione said, "You're not going to forget Harry's birthday, are you?"

"Haha, how is that possible...... emmm...... How about a new cloak?"

"I think he probably doesn't want that very much...... You just forgot, didn't you?"

"Oh well, so it looks like that. Van Lin said with some annoyance, "So, you ......"

"I'm helping you prepare, and, I guess we need to send it over. ”

"What is this?" Van Lin looked at the box in his hand.

"A bottle of lucky potion, if you don't mark it wrong. Hermione said, "By the way, you figured it out?"

"I've had a good conversation with Professor Slavhorn, and before I leave, I don't think it's useful, it's a bit metaphysical, but that's it......"

Meanwhile......

"Hey, wake up!"

Harry reluctantly opened his eyes, he was still lying on the camping bed in Ron's cluttered attic cabin, his brain ached at the thought of the preparations for the wedding, but he didn't want to move out with Van Lin and Hermione, he loved it, and Ginny was here.

Isn't that a bit explicit?

At this time, the sun had not yet risen, and it was still very dark in the house. The owl piggy buried its head between its little wings and remained asleep. The scar on Harry's forehead tingled.

"What do you keep muttering about while you sleep?"

"Yes...... Really?"

"yes, 'Grigovich', you've been saying the word 'Grigovich'. ”

Harry didn't wear glasses, and Ron's face was a little blurry.

"Who's Grigovich?" asked Harry, confused.

"How do I know that you said that name!" Harry thought as he rubbed his forehead. He vaguely felt as if he had heard the name before, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"I just think Voldemort is looking for him. ”

"Another poor fellow. Ron said sincerely.

Harry sat up, stroking the scar and now he was fully awake. He tried to recall the scene in his dream, but the only thing he could remember was the undulating horizon of the mountains and the silhouette of a village surrounded by deep valleys. "I think he's abroad. ”

"Who? Grigovich?"

"It's Lord Voldemort. I think he's looking for Grigovich somewhere abroad now. It didn't feel like a British place. ”

"You think you're in his mind again?" Ron asked worriedly.

"Please, don't tell Hermione......" Harry said, "she doesn't want me to see those things in my dreams......"

Harry thought as he stared up at the piglet's cage...... Why is the name Grigovich so familiar?

"I think," he said slowly, "maybe it has something to do with the Quicki." There must be some connection between this, but I can't think of ...... Can't think of what it is. ”

"Quidditch?" said Ron, "didn't you think of Gergovich?"

"Who?"

"Dragmir Gergovic, the chaser who moved to Charlie Artillery for a record-breaking fee two years ago, is still the record breaker that season. ”

"Oh, no, no, no!" Harry shook his head quickly, "I'm definitely not thinking about Grigovich, I'll ask Van Lin secretly, maybe he'll understand." ”

"Oh, then Hermione might know, too, but I don't think it's the chaser," Ron said, "but, anyway, happy birthday to you!"

"Wow...... yes, I forgot! I'm seventeen!" Harry said, picking up his wand on the edge of the camping bed and pointing to the messy desk with his glasses, "The glasses are flying!"

Belch...... Even though the things were only a foot away from him, it was a great satisfaction to watch them fly suddenly and stop where they were about to poke him in the eye.

For a moment, Harry felt an explosion of joy, in fact, he had always envied Van Lin for his unbridled use of magic, wherever he was.

However, that was because Van Lin's wand had been destroyed once, and the remade wand was made by Nicola and Van Lin, and it was impossible for the Ministry of Magic to get involved.

But now, he's able to use magic, isn't he?

"Beautiful!" Ron immediately applauded.

Harry, who was immersed in joy, made all the contents of Ron's room fly, woke up the piglets, and flapped his wings in the cage excitedly. Harry even tried to magically tie his shoelaces (a magic knot would take several minutes to untie by hand), and deliberately trick-or-treated, turning the orange jersey in Ron's Charlie-Artillery poster a light blue.

"If I had used my hands," Ron suggested, snickering, and Harry quickly sensed he had something to say.

"It's a gift for you, open it right here, don't let my mother see it. ”

"A book?" Harry took the rectangular package in some surprise. It seemed that only Hermione could do such a thing as delivering books.

Ron's brain w?

"It's not like the orthodox books, is it?" Harry asked, trying

"It's different from what you read. "It's an absolute classic." "Chasing Girls: 12 Success or Failure Examples" can tell you everything about girls. If I had read this book last year, Lavender and I wouldn't have ...... Well, anyway, Fred and George gave me a transcript and I learned a lot from it. You'll be surprised to learn that it's not all about teaching you how to use a wand. ”

Harry happily accepted Ron's gift.

By the time they got to the kitchen, the table was already stacked with gifts. Bill and Mr. Delacour were almost done with breakfast, and Mrs. Weasley stood by the frying pan and chatted with them.

"Arthur asked me to wish you a happy seventeenth birthday for him, Harry. Mrs. Weasley said pleasantly, "He's got to go to work early, but he'll be back at dinner." The one on top is our gift to you. ”

Harry sat down and took the square package she was pointing at and opened it. Inside was a watch, identical to the one given to him by the Weasleys when Ron was seventeen, with a golden case and star-shaped hands on the dial.

"Traditionally, a wizard gives him a watch when he is an adult," Mrs. Weasley looked at him with some unease by the stove, "but this watch is probably not as new as the one given to Ron, in fact it is my brother Fabian's watch, he always keeps his things badly, and there is probably a small notch in the back cover, but ......"

She stopped talking as Harry stood up and hugged her. He had melted a lot of emotion into the hug, and perhaps she understood, and as Harry let go of her, she slapped Harry's face awkwardly with her hand, and with a flick of her wand, half of the bacon in the frying pan flew out and fell to the floor.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" Hermione said as she rushed into the kitchen, placing her gift on top of the pile, "It's just a small gift, but I hope you like it." What did you give him?"

She followed up with a question about Ron, who pretended not to hear her.

"Hurry up, open Hermione's present!" Ron said.

She bought him a new speculum.

"Happy birthday!" said Van Lin sincerely, "in fact, I want a watch too." ”

"Then it looks like you'll have to wait until next year!" it dawned on Harry that Van Lin wouldn't be an adult until next year.

"So, here's a gift for you. Van Lin said, pulling out the black gift box Hermione had prepared for him in the morning.

"It's ......," Harry unsealed, "it feels familiar to me." ”

"Lucky Potion," Van Lin yawned, "I've learned, from Professor Slahhorn, and you'll be the first user of Van Lin's potion." ”

"Sometimes I wonder if you're learning alchemy or potions. Harry smiled, "It's going to be of great use to me, though. ”

Harry recalled the wonderful feeling he had before he got Slahhorn's memories, as if he could do anything.

Other gifts include a magic razor from Bill and Fleur.

("Ah, yes, 'the one' will make you experience the wonderful feeling of 'chasing' haircuts", Mr. Delacour emphasises, "but you have to make it clear that you want a haircut...... and you will find that you have a little less hair than expected......")

Harry thinks that Hermione is more reliable, at least, he will not be shaved bald?

The Delacul family delivered chocolates, and Fred and George sent a large box of new items from the Weasley Wizard's Trick Shop.

Harry, Ron, Verlin, and Hermione didn't stay at the table for long, as Lady Delacour, Fleur and Gabrielle, and Bill were all in the kitchen, making the already small space feel a little cramped.

"I'll wrap it all up for you. As the four of them went upstairs, Hermione took the gift from Harry's arms and said happily.

"Oh, good ......," Harry nodded, "maybe I could ......"

Before Harry could finish speaking, Hermione had already used her wand to direct the gifts to go upstairs herself.

"Wow, it's good to be an adult, you can use magic at will......" Van Lin said with a look of envy.

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Harry looked at Van Lin with disgust, and was about to taunt when suddenly the door to a room on the first floor platform opened.

"Harry, can you come in for a moment?"

It's Ginny.

Ron stopped abruptly, but Van Lin had the sight to hold Hermione by his elbow and dragged Ron upstairs with great difficulty.

Harry followed Ginny into her room, much to Harry's nervousness. In fact, he had never entered Ginny's room before. The house is small but well lit. On the wall is a huge poster of the Witch Band "The Weird Sisters", and on the other side is a photograph of Gwen Jones, captain of the women's Quidditch team Holyhead Harpy.

There was a table in front of the open window, and the small court where they used to play two-on-two Quidditch with Verlin, Rohn, and Hermione (it was a nice slaughter!) The least suspenseful game in the Quidditch arena, Van Lin's reaction was quick, but, to be honest, he flew really badly with a broomstick, and Hermione was more threatening than Van Lin. ）

And now a large pearly white tent has been erected in the middle of the stadium. The golden flag on top of the tent was as tall as Ginny's window.

Inexplicably, Harry's heart began to beat faster, like a hammer, clattering against his chest.

This forced Harry to adjust his breathing and try to make himself look more aggressive.

Ginny, on the other hand, looked up at Harry's face, took a deep breath, and said, "Happy seventeenth birthday." ”

"Good...... Thank you. She looked at him with a straight gaze, but Harry couldn't look at her like that, it was like staring at a glare of dazzling light.

"Nice view. Harry whispered, gesturing out the window. She didn't hear it, and he couldn't blame her.

"I can't think of anything to give you. Ginny said quietly.

"Uh...... You don't have to send me anything. Harry hurriedly explained, but it didn't work, and Ginny took it as if she hadn't heard it.

"I don't know what works for you, not too big, because you can't take it with you. He peeked at her, and she didn't cry, which was a peculiarity of Ginny, who rarely cried. He thought maybe it was because she grew up with her six older brothers that she was stronger.

She took a step closer to him.

"So I thought I'm going to give you something that you'll remember about me, you know, you're going to meet a lot of girls out there in the future. ”

Sure enough, Ginny still has a grudge against Fleur.

"To be honest, I don't think there's a chance to fight in a decisive battle. ”

"That's a blessing in the midst of misfortune," she whispered, and kissed him as if she had never kissed him before, and Harry kissed her as if he had drunk fiery whiskey.

Ginny, who seemed to be the only real thing in the world, put one hand on her back, the other through her long, sweetly scented hair, and the sensation—the door slammed open, and they parted abruptly.

"Oh," Ron cried purposefully, "I'm sorry. ”

"Ron!" Hermione stood behind him, gasping slightly, behind him was Van Lin.

"Are you a pig, so strong, don't you know how to care for the patient?" Fan Lin complained.

Who knows what attribute Ron has awakened, listen to the crack in the door?

It seems that the Weasleys don't have such a habit, or is it inherited from Mrs. Weasley?

But it can't be denied that Ron must have forgotten who Harry really is, right?

And then the soul of the sister control burned so much that it smashed through the door panel?

Anyway, a few people present were embarrassed, and Ron seemed to calm down, and then stood there with a flushed face and looked at Harry.

"Huh...... Hehe...... You guys...... What, you go ahead ......" Van Lin and Hermione reached out together to pull Ron, but at the moment Ron seemed to be petrified, and the pestle was stunned, which reminded Van Lin of Goyle, the tall fat man.

"So, I wish you a happy birthday, Harry!"

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