Honestly, who doesn't love Lily?

A girl like her encapsulates almost the most beautiful words in the world.

In the entire Harry Potter story, the most impressive part of Anthony is the part where Slughorn tells Harry about Horcruxes.

The red-haired girl gave him a birthday present, a lily petal floating on the surface of the water in the fish tank, and with a touch of a magic wand, it turned into a nimble little fish.

A few strokes, but people faintly peek through the fish tank to see the gentle and lovely girl.

If you don't have a soft enough heart, you can come up with such a gentle and romantic magic.

If you are not strong enough, how can you fight in the dark?

If it's not good enough, how can so many people think of her with tears of nostalgia.

It can be said that although there is not much description of Harry's mother in the whole book.

But no one can ignore such a character.

She shouldn't just be Snape's scar, Harry's mother, Jaime's wife.

She is who she is.

Impeccable to perfection.

...

"What love?" Harry was confused, and it was obvious to him from Anthony's eyes that it seemed to have something to do with him.

"Huh!"

There was bitter saltiness in the wind, a taste of remorse.

In this situation, Anthony couldn't help but think of one of the few classic long poems:

My beloved's eyes are not like the sun. ’

'The coral is much redder than her lips'

...

'I confess I've never seen a goddess walk'

'My lover walks with her feet on the ground'

'But I swear by God, my love'

'Better than any beauty who is praised as a fairy'

Slowly, a stream of dead romance from the past stretches across the hills with the wind.

So people are silent in this inexplicable sadness.

Only, Ron.

He suddenly said loudly, "What were you just talking about?" Anthony. ”

"Shakespeare's Long Poems." Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, as if complaining about his incomprehension.

Then she turned her head to look at Anthony, and she immediately realized that he must know something.

For example, the love he just talked about.

"Shakespeare? Long poems? That's what it is. ”

"That's not a thing, it's literature, do you understand literature?"

"I don't understand..."

"If you don't understand, don't talk, hold it!" Hermione turned her head and glared at Ron, yelling angrily.

"Oh!" Hermione's appearance reminded Ron of Professor McGonagall, and she shrunk her neck to continue.

Hermione withdrew her gaze, her face furrowed, as if she was sulking.

Anthony smiled, looking at this scene, he seemed to sound something, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"What's wrong?" Harry tilted his head and looked at him.

"A smart girl with red hair, green eyes, and Muggle origin. No wonder Snape always gets in trouble with the three of you..."

"Hey! You're also green-eyed, Anthony, and it's the four of us. Harry didn't understand what Anthony meant, but he knew that there had never been a trio, only a four.

"That's right. I missed myself. ”

Anthony chuckled, and then melted into the painting, which was called regret and remorse.

They continued to look at the mountains.

Looking at that lonely back.

The midday sun shone on the grass, shining on the verdant landscape.

Suddenly, a condensed mass of intense light and shadow distorted in the distance, and the next second, Dumbledore appeared near Snape.

There was a little girl at hand.

It was a strange girl, it was a cold day, and she was wearing only a white single dress, and that single dress was still one-piece.

It doesn't look like normal clothes, but rather like prison clothes.

The whole person was disheveled, making it impossible to see her face.

"Harry!"

On the mountain, Dumbledore beckoned to them, apparently having spotted them.

Several young wizards hurriedly jumped off the couch, and Anthony picked up Hagrid's mole skin jacket from the couch with sharp eyes, and everyone trotted all the way towards the mountains.

"Professor."

After arriving in front of the two professors, the four little ones greeted each other obediently.

Dumbledore saw everyone, nodded slightly, and said, "Your new classmate, she will enroll in the second half of the year." ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Anthony, who was draping Hagrid's huge mole skin jacket over the girl's body, was slightly stunned.

It was only then that he could see the girl's face.

Long brown hair, draped behind him, blue eyes, and a fleshy face.

Well, it's a pretty girl.

What surprised Anthony even more was her unique temperament,

Not indifference, not arrogance.

Rather, it is a kind of silence, which seems to be indifferent to everything.

What's even stranger is that, judging by her appearance, the girl is at least thirteen or fourteen years old.

The headmaster came from where the little wizard of this size?

It can't be another school, right?

"Come, Oros, I'll introduce you, this is Anthony, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, Harry, Harry Potter."

Dumbledore looked enthusiastic, pointing at them one by one.

"They're all great students at Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts is also known as a troublemaker." Snape sneered.

"Putting yourself in danger a lot, and that Gryffindor twin, huh..."

"Alright, Severus." Dumbledore hurriedly stopped Snape's cynicism.

Then, he smiled again, but this time to introduce Anthony to the girl next to them.

He reached out and touched the girl's head, and said with a smile, "Oros Holmes, I should be sorted into Ravenclaw." ”

"Oh! This is Professor Snape, your future Potions Professor. ”

As he spoke, he looked into the distance.

In front of the hunting lodge, Hagrid was running after Norber.

The little guy slipped out at the moment when the four little ones went out.

Smelling the breath of freedom, it flapped its wings and scurried around on the ground.

"That's it, Hagrid."

"The caretaker of the hunting grounds. He knows a lot about magical beasts, and maybe he will become your magical beast conservation professor in the future. Dumbledore smiled, his blue eyes meaning in it.

Listening to Dumbledore's words, Anthony had a strange expression.

He knew that the Sorting Hat had told Dumbledore some of the 'prophecy', but how much. Anthony doesn't know.

But what is certain is that the hat is definitely not fully displayed.

As for why, you'll have to ask the hat.

"Hello, Professor Snape." Olos said expressionlessly.

"Hmph." Snape's attitude remained cold, but he didn't speak as directly as he did with Gryffindor.

This kind of soft humming nasal cavity is already his greatest tolerance...

Then, everyone began to get acquainted, and it was probably Hermione who was talking, and Olos was listening.

Anthony, who was only on the side, gradually became solemn, and gradually turned into shock, and then, his shocked expression slowly twisted, turning into a touch of horror.

？

I heard you right!

Olos Holmes?

Merlin's beard!

What's the situation?

Does this monster-level demon really exist?

Oh my God!

No kidding, okay?

Think of this, the god who can play bad in London in five minutes, wants to come to Hogwarts?

Even buy Karma!

What about Sherlock? Where is Sherlock? Sherlock, save it!

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