"Daphne."

Daphne opened her eyes, and she didn't know when she had fallen asleep.

Maybe it's too sad, or maybe it's too much going on today.

She was in the Star Society, and it seemed that she heard John's voice.

She looked around.

The muffled sound of something hitting the table made her look over.

A bottle, put it there.

She walked over and picked it up, and there was a blood-colored liquid flowing inside.

The stars in the dome brightened, and Daphne held out her hand.

The starlight condensed in the palm of his hand and turned into a vial of water urch.

She looked at the two bottles that appeared, and suddenly remembered what John had told her in her ear that day.

"When two reds come out, you need to mix them together."

She clenched the two bottles, opened the water urchin bottle, and poured the scented blood into the other bottle.

Blood blends with blood, solidifying and spreading out in it like a whirlpool.

The scorching heat caused Daphne's slender fingers to burn off a layer of skin.

She didn't let go and held the bottle tightly.

Through that layer of crystal, the blood burned like a flame.

Gradually, the burning part changes, condensing into a beautiful bird.

...

The ghosts in Hogwarts seem to be infected by grief.

Today's ghosts, not a single one can be seen.

They weren't that quiet on weekdays.

The Slytherin's candles were never extinguished, and they wandered outside, candles in hand.

They spun and walked round and round, as if in mourning for their departed king.

When you die, everyone will love you.

Even Gryffindor put aside his prejudices, and his bravery once conquered Gryffindor.

Hufflepuff talked about the boy he sometimes met in the kitchen, and the house-elves would sing his praises to him.

Ravenclaw sighed for his low and haughty stature, for his wisdom and talent.

Snape stood at the door, his expression dark.

Professor McGonagall walked over and stopped talking.

In the foyer are garlands of flowers.

Beyond this, Snape was also moved by another thought.

"Dumbledore already knows, he's going over there." Snape said calmly.

Professor McGonagall knew where to go, and she wouldn't have imagined that something would happen to Harry at such a moment.

So she asked, "Aren't his friends coming?" ”

Friend of John Wick, this is the second blow.

Professor McGonagall was afraid that these children would not be able to think about it.

Snape's expression was obscured by his hair, and his tone was flat, "They're in that room." ”

It is no secret that the existence of the Star Society exists, and they all acquiesce to the existence of that mysterious room.

Like the Room of Requirement, that thing is part of the mystery of Hogwarts.

Years later, perhaps a reckless little wizard will discover that room and learn that the Society of Stars once existed at Hogwarts.

Centaur Divination Professor, Ferenze walked out, his mood heavy and dazed.

What he saw in the astrology should not be like this.

But this only proves that even the best centaurs have a miscalculation one day.

Professor McGonagall sighed and said, "Let's lift the curfew today, it's the last day." ”

They were supposed to leave the school not long ago, but no one did.

Then the curfew can also be relaxed for a day.

"I think our admins will find it good, too."

Professor McGonagall looked into the foyer, and Filch held Lady Loris in her arms, not knowing what she was thinking.

Lady Loris was unusually quiet today, her big furry tail sweeping Filch's arm.

He carried Mrs. Loris to his office.

Without the Weasley twins, there's no need to worry about someone throwing big eggs inside.

The room was much cleaner, and the chains and shackles that he had carefully maintained on a daily basis hung there.

There were two boxes on the table, and he walked over to open them to look at them.

"Awesome, he also brought you a pack of cat food and my new clothes."

Filch sees a new tuxedo and cat food in the room, and he says to Lady Loris.

The only one who could give a gift to Filch, the Hogwarts administrator that everyone hated, was that teenager.

It was also the only one in so many years that allowed him to open the box and eat the contents with confidence.

Give a Squib equal, only that one.

Filch put Mrs. Loris down and took out the cat food and poured a bowl for Mrs. Loris.

He sat there with a tuxedo box in his hand.

Somehow, he felt like he couldn't hold on.

Foolish and grim-faced in a magic school, he hates wizards who can use magic, hoping to torture them.

A belief that maybe you could suddenly learn magic at a magic school sustained him.

He is also used to being hated by his students and clinging to his cat.

But suddenly a student came.

As soon as he entered school, he got into trouble and was confined, and he was not afraid of himself at all.

He would groom Lady Loris and share the small dried fish he brought with him with the cat, who everyone hated.

At Christmas, the only gift you can receive is a box with the student's signature.

Students bring ice cream, which is their favorite flavor.

When he saw his Squib's letter, he didn't feel contempt for himself, let alone publicize it.

He doesn't laugh at himself for not exercising himself, and the Squib will never be as good as a wizard.

He gave himself the feeling of using magic for the first time.

It was a pair of shoes with magical powers that made a Squib run faster than a wizard.

He'd do himself a favor instead of deliberately throwing dirty things in the hallway because there's an obnoxious caretaker there.

The student would still break the rules, but he wouldn't be surprised.

On the other hand, it is also a fun experience to want to meet at night and pretend not to see each other.

Suddenly everything is gone.

In the days to come, there will be no gift boxes for Christmas, and after Lady Loris will not go out, the hair on her body will become soft and smooth.

Do you want to stay and fight against those 'bad students'?

I'm tired.

Suddenly I was tired.

Filch looked at the shackles, and he dreamed that one day he could use them to punish the students.

But now, it doesn't make much sense.

He ripped it off in anger and smashed it to the ground.

After smashing, he just lay there, and love as it is.

...

Auditorium.

At this time, the auditorium was empty.

There was no one but John in the flowers.

They were also afraid of disturbing the Slytherin king's sleep.

Daphne clutched the blood-colored potion in her hand, and the scorching heat made her palms melt.

She came to John, with tears in her eyes, and reached out to caress John's cheek.

"Remember our agreement, John." She whispered, pointing the bottle at John's lips.

Two owls, one black and one white, flew into the auditorium and stood beside the calm face.

They are like the mythical Fujin and Wuni, accompanying them.

Daphne gave John all the liquid to drink, stepped aside, and folded her hands with more reverence than ever before, "Please, John, remember our agreement, and come back." ”m.

The liquid traveled down John's throat into his torn body and into his unrecognizable stomach.

A little red entered the black blood, and a trace of flame ignited.

In just three seconds, it turned into a prairie fire and ignited the entire body.

The fire spread.

First the body, then the coffin, then the staff desk, the auditorium......

...

Hall of Death.

Harry stared at the archway, and he was sure that the voice was coming from there.

But why?

Why do my scars hurt?

Could it be Voldemort in there?

He approached the arch slowly, and the curtain fluttered without the wind, and it was very soft.

Just as Harry was about to reach it, he heard a loud shout.

"Harry, come back!"

The arm tightened, and someone pulled it back hard.

As far as he could see, it was Sirius.

Sirius ran over at the risk of being hit by Bellatrix.

The fog began to lift, and Harry came to his senses.

Sirius, with blood on his nose, dragged Harry out.

Suddenly, a red light shot out, and he pushed Harry away and fell to the high platform, bending over himself to dodge and laughing loudly, "This is not your level! ”

Harry smiled maniacally at the sight of Bellatrix, and another light hit Sirius's chest, causing his laughter to come to an abrupt end.

"No !!"

Sirius fell back, his smile not completely gone, but his eyes rounded in horror.

Harry tried to hold him back, but he couldn't.

Sirius's falling body curved in a graceful arc that became very slow in Harry's eyes, and fell backwards into the tattered draperies that hung from the arches.

The emaciated and haggard face was no longer as handsome as it had been in school, and there was a mixture of fear and surprise on his face, and he looked at Harry with relief and relief.

"James."

"You, Zhan, your mother."

The curtain behind him flickered with flames, and he kicked Sirius on the left rib, kicking the person out more than ten meters.

...

Some people died, but not completely......