After dinner, Harry and Ron decided they couldn't let Hermione continue.

That's Miss Know-It-All, how can she be decadent all the time.

The two men crept outside Hermione's room.

Pushing around at the door, not daring to go in first.

Ginny couldn't stand it, so she went up and pushed hard, pushing both of them in.

She pushed too hard, causing Ron to stagger and hit the corner of the bed.

There was a thud that brought Hermione, who was in a daze, back to her senses.

Ron scrambled to his feet, and Harry stood there, poking Ron with his elbow like a stupid son.

"Ahem, Hermione, are you alright? Has John forgiven you? "Harry understands language arts.

When Hermione heard this, her eyes turned red and she turned her head sideways.

"Dude, you mentioned John again." Ron couldn't stand it anymore.

Harry was very embarrassed because Hermione's relationship with John was broken because of him.

Especially knowing that John was just pulling out the soul fragment that would give Harry a headache, Hermione felt even more sorry for John.

Ron saw that Harry was useless, so he had to take it himself.

He took the apple pie handed by Ginny, walked over tentatively, and said cautiously, "Mommy made the apple pie, I brought you some." ”

"Thanks, Ron." Hermione wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes and took the apple pie.

Harry took the opportunity to come over, and he and Ron looked at each other, sneaking into the pocket watch and parchment on the table.

"I respect your choice, no one will know the weight of the heart and the feather until the scales are tilted."

There was only one line on it, and Ron couldn't understand why Hermione was sad for a week.

Not only him, but Harry was also in a fog about this passage.

The ticking seconds hand of a delicate silver-toned lily pocket watch.

In the quiet atmosphere, Hermione poked the apple pie into a puddle of mud with her fork.

"John asked me a question in the library," Hermione tortured Apple Pie with blank eyes, "what if one day I had to choose between John and Harry." ”

Harry and Ron listened quietly.

"I was panicking,"

Hermione was talking about the library last semester, her head hanging down, her expression unclear, her voice filled with loss and sadness.

"All I can tell him is no, there won't be anything like this."

Hermione's voice was not as strong as it used to be, and it was heart-wrenching.

"I was scared, scared that something would happen to my best friends," like a helpless kitten trying to hold her tight," and he assured me that he wouldn't hurt Harry, and he did. ”

"He's always done it, he's always kept his promises." Hermione sat on her knees on the bed and buried her face in it, "But I didn't live up to the trust that a good friend should have, I misunderstood him and hurt him." ”

Eventually, Hermione whimpered through the crook of her arm.

Harry sat beside her and comforted, "At that time, I thought John was going to kill me, and it's not your fault, Hermione, you just cared about me. ”

"It's like Ron being kidnapped, I'm going to make the same choice, we're best friends."

Ron listened to his example, but he didn't dare to have an opinion, and nodded repeatedly.

"No, that's different," Hermione said, her eyes red with tears, "John was my first friend, he was never wary of me, he never hid anything from me. ”

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became, and John never hid it from her.

John buys a firebolt, and the first person to use it is Hermione.

Even if Hermione wanted to know something, John would be blunt to tell her.

The Star Society, and something else.

John has always been honest and cannot be trusted at critical moments.

Hermione felt like she had betrayed John, her first best friend.

He also once saved his own life.

"This may be the last gift I will ever receive." Hermione picked up the delicate silver lily pocket watch.

In the end, the two boys didn't come in handy, and Ginny saw that the two men would only make things worse.

I just played on my own.

She kicked the person out of the room, and the next day, Hermione finally left the room.

And the learning heat has gone up to a new level, leaving Harry and Ron scratching their heads.

They wondered what Ginny had said.

Ginny shrugged, "I asked her to apologize to John in person after she reached the same height." ”

"That's it?" Ron and Harry looked at each other.

"That's all!" Ginny had thought she had done something bad for a while, and that was the case, so she understood Hermione's mood better.

...

Ministry of Magic.

Arthur Weasley lingered for a long time in Percy's office door.

As soon as someone came over, he pretended to be busy.

In fact, he wants to be busy with his son.

But every time that office opened, he couldn't help but pretend to pass by.

Percy didn't take care of his old father either, and was busy with his own affairs.

After Mr. Weasley's fifth attempt to pull a poor orchid leaf, he finally couldn't help it.

"Percy."

He stopped Percy, who was about to go to the elevator.

Percy stopped, still holding the papers in his hand, and looked sideways at him.

Mr. Weasley's paternalism was suppressed, and he said with a straight face, "I want to talk to you." ”33

"Joanna, hand this document to the Auror office," Percy stopped a young witch and gave her the paper, turning and walking back to the office, "Let's talk in the office." ”

Percy opened the door and invited Mr. Weasley in.

Mr. Weasley walked in and saw a filing cabinet, as well as a table full of papers.

Closing the door, Percy motioned for Mr. Weasley to sit casually.

He knocked on the table, and the place above made room.

"What is this?" Mr. Weasley found an envelope on the table.

The silver hand logo on it made him know at a glance who had sent it.

"Johnny Silverhand, no, John Wick's letter to you?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"A banquet," Percy said, with a casual glance, "what's the matter?" ”

"I'm trying to say that I shouldn't have had that attitude before." After a struggle of ideas, Mr. Weasley chose the quickest way to reconcile.

He sighed, "I shouldn't think you're too young, and I shouldn't dictate your decisions. ”

"It's all in the past." Percy seemed unapproachable, but his face was no longer tense, and much softer.

"I will no longer interfere with your decisions," said Mr. Weasley, "that you have grown up and should have your own ideas." ”

The conflict that had arisen over the Order of the Phoenix disappeared with Mr. Weasley's resignation.

In fact, Mr. Weasley was also proud that his son was involved in the capture of the Death Eaters.

Father and son were reconciled, and Mr. Weasley let go of a big knot.

He left Percy's office and headed for his office.

On the way, he suddenly stopped.

After the renovation, his office was close to the Auror office.

He heard a voice coming from inside at the door.

"An invitation to the Silver Hand Banquet?" Lippi, who is now a member of the Auror training class, said in surprise.

The Auror Office's Office, Ozzy Heard, received the invitation, and Lippi said enviously: "It was Johnny's Silver Hand's dinner, and everyone who could go there was either rich or expensive, and you finally got through now." ”

"The food is cooked by the best chefs in the country, and the wine is no less than a hundred Galleons," said Lippi, who knew a lot, "and the connections that gathered in it were the most terrible." ”

"I've heard that Minister Crouch is one of them, and there are many dignitaries."

From Lippi's tone, it seemed that he was not going to a dinner party, but a pass to the upper class.

Just when Lippi was envious, one of the Aurors handed Lippi an envelope with a silver hand mark.

He was pleasantly surprised, and he almost didn't have an awkward dance.

At the last Silver Hand Banquet, Oz went to a visit, and soon after he returned, he was promoted to director.

If you go over this time, you might be able to take a step forward.

Mr. Weasley's face changed, which he heard outside the door.

"Johnny Silverhand's influence at the Ministry of Magic is staggering."

He really didn't expect that this peer of his own son would have such a terrifying influence on the network he had established.

...

Silver Hand Manor.

When night came, the dignitaries who did not show up on weekdays had already entered the place one after another.

Oz is here for the second time, and Lippi has worked as a security guard here.

Lippi changed into his best clothes and looked very serious.

John stood on the second floor of the manor, wearing a silver mask with an unreadable expression on his face.

Tang Mi reported the arrivals and left.

Kim walked over and stood beside John and asked, "Are you sure you want this?" ”

"They're all jackals," John said blandly, "they're greedy and bloodthirsty, and they need some motivation to be more united." ”

"These people used to show favor to Voldemort," King said, looking at the pure-blood families below.

"For the sake of profit," John chuckled, "Voldemort is nothing more than a dog with a broken spine, and I can give what he can't, and I can give what he can't." ”

There was a glint in his eyes, and the benefits in John's hands were enough to make these greedy wizards bite to death.

He wanted to see which of these people were wise and which were martyrs.

...

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