In order to make it easier for Hogwarts students to return to school, the Ministry of Magic has specially opened a one-time Floo network connection.

Mrs. Weasley has been poisoned and needs to be hospitalized.

Today's parting is particularly cold.

Sirius goes to school early, and Lupin leaves, leaving only Mr. Weasley and Bill there.

"Take care of yourself, Harry, and you, Ron."

Bill, a big brother, patted both on the shoulder.

Mr. Weasley was sad, but still cheerful in front of the children.

"Ginny, I'm sorry......" Harry wanted to apologize to Ginny, not only for broomsticks, but also for not being able to play the role of savior.

"Mommy will be fine." Ginny was a strong man, and she was confident that her mother would get through it.

Harry had done enough, and if it weren't for Harry wielding the broomstick to cut through the weeds, they wouldn't have been able to leave.

Walking into the turquoise fire, Harry shouted Hogwarts.

One last glance at the deserted house, he disappeared surrounded by flames.

"Good evening, Potter." Professor McGonagall puts down her quill and stands up.

She watched as Harry climbed out of the fireplace, the carpet rubbed with a lot of dust.

Professor McGonagall was not angry, but looked at him with seriousness and kindness.

"Good evening, Professor." Harry was wearing his glasses, which had been magically repaired.

He smoothed his hair, and Ron and Ginny followed.

Watching Ginny's good-looking red hair turn into short hair, Professor McGonagall had pity in her eyes.

"Good evening, Weasley."

"Good evening, Professor." The siblings responded in unison.

The three of them walked out of Professor McGonagall's office and headed towards the Gryffindor tower.

Because of the Weasley family's affairs, the Weasley siblings received special attention as soon as they returned to school.

It wasn't quite dark yet, and Dean, who had read the newspaper, ran over to Ginny and asked, "Are you alright, Ginny?" ”

"I'm fine." Ginny's short hair style is also attracting attention.

Before they even arrived at the break room, a lot of people gathered around to ask about the attack.

This upset Ron and his mom was still lying in the hospital room.

Merry Christmas leaves only sorrow.

"Worthless." Ron approached the fat lady and gave the order.

The fat lady glanced at him and said, "No. ”

Ron yelled, "What's wrong? ”

"It's a change of password, please don't shout." The fat lady said.

"Harry! Ron! Ginny! ”

Hermione ran towards them, squeezed through the crowd, and hugged Harry.

She said in a tone of joy and sadness, "Great, you're all right. ”

Ron gestured to him that he was the one who was hurt, and Ginny was hugged.

She wore a cloak, a hat and gloves, and her face was as red as the wind blew.

"I came back two hours ago, forgive me Harry, I just know what happened." Hermione said guiltily, "I didn't even communicate with you in the first place. ”

She went abroad, but she didn't expect her little friend to be experiencing nine deaths.

Take the three of them to the doorway and say the new password, "Quit drinking." ”

The fat lady burped and peeked out weakly at the doorway behind her, having drunk all the five hundred years of wine in other paintings at Christmas.

Once in the common room, there are even more people who come to ask.

This made Ron uncomfortable, but the students were both curious and concerned.

After a few people finished sending their classmates, they sat down on the sofa.

Hermione handed Harry a roll of parchment, a note from Dumbledore.

During Christmas, Dumbledore had been in that small office.

Talking about some things about Christmas, and talking about the attack.

The three little ones have always talked about everything, and this time is the same.

Harry touched the outline of the gold locket under his sweater.

Ron said, "We almost died there, if we hadn't met Luna. ”

"Luna's scimitar-horned snorer," Hermione said in surprise, "I didn't know that little one could leave with someone. ”

"It's a big guy already, it's like a puppy." Ron touched the swollen half of his ass and said, "And he likes to poke people's butts." ”

Even though she was just listening verbally, Hermione couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim.

It was so lucky, whether it was Harry and Sirius who made a temporary trip to the Burrow, or the fireworks that were released and seen by Luna, or the dog that burst out of the flames.

There was a variable in the middle, and they couldn't meet at this point.

The Ministry of Magic approached the Weasleys five or six times, and took the trouble to question the killer to confirm his identity and purpose.

The next morning, the new semester began.

There is an additional notice on the bulletin board in the common room.

Students who are at least seventeen years of age, or who have reached the age of seventeen on August 31, may attend the Transfiguration class taught by a Transfiguration Instructor sent by the Ministry of Magic.

The duration is 12 weeks, and participants are required to sign the notice and pay the 12 Galleon tuition fee.

Harry and the others also participated, and they lined up to sign.

In the evening, at eight o'clock in the evening, Harry straightened his clothes and knocked on the gatekeeper's office.

The door opened, and it was Dumbledore.

He didn't seem surprised at all when he saw Harry.

"Please come in, Harry."

Open a position to invite Harry in.

Harry walked in, and Dumbledore kindly asked, "You should find that thing under the cupboard, right?" ”

"Yes, Professor." Harry heard that he wanted to take something off his neck, but Dumbledore stopped him.

"Take it, Harry, we need to go somewhere else."

Harry was stunned, another place?

Immediately, Dumbledore reopened the door, politely walked next door and knocked on the door.

On the wooden door that was not unfamiliar, the symbol of the eye glanced at the two of them.

The door opened.

...

The Star Society.

The starry sky is shining, and the clouds change shape.

It was Harry's first time walking in, and Dumbledore's first time walking in.

Despite the beauty of the picture, their eyes will invariably look at the people next to the round table.

John.

John raised his eyes, glanced lightly at Harry next to Dumbledore, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You didn't tell me that Harry was coming too." ”

Dumbledore smiled kindly and said in a relaxed tone, "Harry is the discoverer of this thing, strictly speaking, he is the master. ”

John sneered, glanced at Harry, who was still standing there, and said, "Tea? Pumpkin juice? ”

"I think the last one was pretty good," Dumbledore replied for Harry, winking, "Pure is fine, isn't it?" ”

"Greed." John said.

The little golden man struggled to open the wine cabinet and hummed out a bottle of golden glowing wine.

Harry had also seen this wine for the first time, and as he sat down, he watched as several little golden figures worked together to hand it to John.

John snapped his fingers, and a delicate, valuable goblet appeared in front of Harry.

John opened the bottle, and the wine inside was clearly poured in the air, but it mysteriously appeared in the glass.

"Thank you," Dumbledore sighed as he calmly took a sip from his glass, "it's really delicious." ”

"Let's get down to business."

John glanced at Dumbledore, who was selling the guan, put one hand to his chin, and said lazily and casually, "You want to trade with me?" ”

"So the price...... What is it, Dumbledore? ”

This scene seems to be full of disobedience.

An old man over 100 years old, and a student who is still in school.

It turned out that it was the students who seemed to be dominant.

Dumbledore digressed and smiled, "I think you can open a bottle of wine for the owner of the goods, and I can see your respect." ”

John frowned, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

There was no respect in his words, and Dumbledore was not annoyed.

Acting no different from the usual kind old man outside, Dumbledore smiled mildly, "Harry is the one to talk to you about business." ”

Harry was confused, when did he say he was going to come to talk about business?

He looked up at Dumbledore and saw Dumbledore's half-moon glasses in a trusting look.

"Oh?" John joked, "Okay, let Harry talk to me, but you'll have to get the chips out first." ”

"Whether it's trading or gambling, we always have to see if the chips are eligible for the table."

Hearing this, Dumbledore motioned for Harry to show the object.

Harry pulled out the gold locket from his clothes, and the serpentine markings on it all revealed the identity of the item.

"I still underestimated fate," John lamented, "and you found this thing." ”

"It was Mondongues who was going to steal it." Harry shook his head.

"Mondongues." A word of unknown meaning came out of John's mouth and said, "Let's start trading." ”

John's originally lazy posture straightened up, and in an instant, an aggressive momentum came towards Harry's door.

He said meaningfully: "Make your terms." ”

"Money? Fame? Status? Prop? Potions? Or do you want to experience rejuvenation? ”

The latter sentence was said to Dumbledore.

belongs to the background of the second king, so that he can lightly prescribe conditions that ordinary people can't get in a lifetime.

Looking at Harry, John wantonly exuded the domineering spirit of the superior.

A student as young as himself said this, and Harry couldn't even find a point to refute it.

Because he knew very well that John was not amplifying words.

This locket is like a wishing machine at the moment.

The pressure made Harry breathless, and Dumbledore whispered, "Harry, just follow your heart." ”

Dumbledore's voice seemed to have a magical power, making Harry's breathing steady.

He recalled Mrs. Weasley lying in a hospital bed, and even the therapist couldn't help her.

He makes his own decisions.

...

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