Harry's expression now was like the surface of the sea without waves.

Through the blue, veil-like water, Hermione could see the whirlpools of deep water, and perhaps, the vague sea monsters.

"Yes, Hermione." Harry stared at Dumbledore without blinking.

The green in his eyes was bright and psychedelic, like a nebula that an average person would observe with a telescope.

Dumbledore and the others were entangled in their minds, and even if none of them used their magic, some images that only Harry could see were also thrown up in them.

Behind Dumbledore was a faceless, transparent figure; Professor McGonagall is a tired but alert cat;

Behind Snape stood a dark ghost, its heart beating red more than a gem;

Tom Riddle: That's a chameleon that's almost one with the world; Professor Quirrell was a headless, massive black python coiled over a giant tree.

The other little wizards only emitted a hazy mist, but it seemed to come into contact with the wind, and it was scattered everywhere.

"You did divination? Or is it a godsend prophecy? Hermione looked at Harry worriedly.

She had a vague sense that Harry had jumped into a mysterious world.

She was holding Harry's hand, but she felt like she was touching the freshly generated cicada.

Harry's body, though still alive, was an empty shell, and his true soul didn't know where it had gone.

"Neither, Hermione." Harry came back to his senses, Hitomi returning to normal, "That's all I can tell you, Hermione. ”

"Too many secrets will affect your path on the path of magic."

Hermione gripped Harry's hand tightly, and she was relieved by the touch of life coming back from her palm.

"I understand, I'll hurry up and learn."

The path of magic cultivation will become complicated as the wizard grows up.

If a wizard knows too many secrets, then the otherwise clean road surface will have more stagnant water and mud.

It will be very difficult for a wizard to navigate the changing surfaces, and if he is not careful, he will make himself very embarrassed.

So, most wizards' meteoric growth period is when they are students who are carefree and don't have much outside distraction.

Of course, a secret like Harry's, involving beings like the Mystic Man and Dumbledore, is more than just stagnant water and mire on the path of magical practice.

It could be a swamp, a cliff, or even a bloody ghost that actively attacks the mind.

Harry gently touched Hermione's head and took her into his arms.

Hermione let him do what he wanted, and she pressed her face to Harry's chest and whispered, "My mom and dad told me to go back." ”

"But I don't want to."

If I go back, I'm afraid I'll get farther and farther away.

Hermione looked up at Harry, unspoken.

"Rest assured, it's completely safe here." Harry's face was serious, "Also, Uncle and Aunt Granger will be safe, too." ”

"The world of ordinary people will be fine, I assure you."

Hermione's mood became more relaxed, and she broke free from Harry's embrace and immediately began to write letters to her parents.

In a few moments, she finished the letter.

The owl hadn't eaten enough when Hermione tied her letter to the owl's leg.

It looked at the pumpkin pie with big eyes and reluctantly looked at the half-left pumpkin pie, and tears almost ran down its beak.

"Here's for you, you can ask the post office to buy you something delicious." Harry put a gold Galleon in a small bag and tied it to the owl's leg.

"That's at least a thousand pumpkin pies."

The owl looked at its legs in shock, and it felt its body heavy.

It knew that it wasn't going to deliver a fluttering letter, but a thousand pumpkin pies!

The owl flapped its wings and flew up, without even looking at the bread on the plate.

Farewell, half a loaf, I'm going to swim in a sea of great loaves!

Hermione gave Harry an angry look, "You really don't know how to save money, a silver west is a lot, you actually gave gold Gallons." ”

"After all, it's your letter, and I hope this owl will pay more attention to it."

"Hmph." Hermione hummed with her mouth cocked, feeling that the books she had pulled out of her bag had become pink and cute.

The Weasley brothers on the side were stunned.

"George, did you see that? Harry gave the owl a golden Galleon. ”

"I see it, don't make a noise. I'm already imagining myself as the owl. ”

Ron crossed his arms and looked surprised.

Harry had always been under the impression of the Fairy Bank vault.

It's just a gold Galleon, and potion recipes that he can't understand often appear in the dormitory.

According to Harry, each recipe costs at least ten gold galleons.

Obviously, those few pieces of parchment are not worth a copper nat!

Ron even saw Harney use "ten golden gallons" to light the dry pot......

"George, Fred, how do we reply to the letter from home?" Ron shook the letter in his hand, drawing the attention of the two older brothers.

"Listen to Mommy."

"Yes, we're going to protect Harry."

"Dad can't be the master at home, and it's exciting to get up close and personal with the mysterious person."

"That's right, even if the mysterious person arrives at our house, it's my mother who calls the shots."

Ron nodded, indicating that he understood.

Of course, he also tended to listen to his mother, and Harry was his good brother.

"George, Fred, I seem to remember that Headmaster Dumbledore said that Harry was going to be a student of Slytherin."

Ron blinked, then asked, "How do we protect him while he's with Slytherin?" ”

"Good question, Ron, but I think this is Gryffindor's chance."

"That's right, Ron, we're going to conquer Slytherin as part of the plan to protect Harry."

"I'm going to support Harry as a first-year Gryffindor prefect."

"And then support Harry to become a Slytherin first-year prefect."

"Finally, Harry has to eat at Gryffindor's table every day! Fred, I can't wait to get started. ”

"Me too, George. We will write the most glorious history for Gryffindor! ”

“……”

Ron grinned, he looked at the two older brothers who were having a good discussion, and did not bother, but sat down and began to write to his mother.

He has a lot to say.

For example, anecdotes about school, such as daily routines.

And, of course, his successful Transfiguration and his unique talent for Defence Against the Dark Arts!

The owl in front of Ron looked at the letter with a sad face.

It began to feel like the letter it was about to deliver, visibly heavier.

Alas, the journey of the owl postman, it was really gray and tedious.

Until Harry handed over a golden Galleon, the golden light illuminated its journey......

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The next day.

The halls of Hogwarts are noticeably deserted.

Many of the little wizards were taken home.

The little wizards who had breakfast together in the hall were at least two-thirds gone.

Most of those who stayed were pure-blooded wizards.

There are also some young wizards who have been left behind by "ambitious" mixed-race wizard parents and parents who clearly feel that the wizarding world is not at peace.

These little wizards who stayed behind had sad expressions and looked like there was no hope for the future.

Harry, who was in the midst of them, was not disturbed by the oppressive atmosphere.

He's looking forward to it now, because the first lesson of the day -

Snape's Potions lesson.

Nope.

I've been doing a big deal lately (not opening a new book), so there will be fewer updates, and sometimes I may take time off.

(End of chapter)