November 7

Dear Christine

I miss you so much and heard that you woke up, so decided to write to you.

I've been staying in the Burrow for the past few days, uh, maybe you don't know. The Weasleys, I think that's a familiar name, this is their house.

Not long after I woke up, I heard that Mr. Harry was going to take me to the Ministry of Magic hospital because I couldn't go back to Hogwarts for a while. But in the end, for some special reason, he brought me here to recuperate. To be honest, at least in my opinion, Mr. Harry had a brilliant idea.

Unlike the hospital, where the walls and fabrics are dazzlingly white, and the smell of pungent potions is everywhere, the environment and atmosphere here are quite good. When I woke up two days ago, not only did I feel weak, but my head was still tingling, but now I am completely unwell. It's helped me a lot, not only physically, but also mentally, and I think I'll have to take my time.

Near the Burrow was a wilderness, and though it was now snowy and icy, it was peaceful, except for the occasional noise of furniture downstairs. But they're old folks who have been working for years, and it's normal to have big tempers, and I should be considerate of them, shouldn't I? At least, they didn't make a fuss when I was resting, oh, thank goodness!

Mrs. Molly Weasley, when she spoke to me before, mentioned that the house was so quiet that she was a little unaccustomed to it, and even occasionally melancholy. She told me that their house used to be noisy, and even when it was quiet, there would be a knock on the water pipes upstairs to continue the noise.

It was a ghoul who lived in the attic in his early years, and whenever he felt that the house was quiet, he would start tapping on the pipe, Lady Molly said. Ghoul I know, I've seen it before when I was flipping through the book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Although ghouls are ugly, they are not particularly dangerous monsters, and generally live in every attic or barn belonging to a wizard, eating spiders and moths there. They don't speak, they hum incessantly, and occasionally throw things around, but they're mostly simple-minded, and at worst they scare people out of the way when they stumble upon them.

There is a Ghoul Ranger in the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control, and their mission is to get rid of the ghouls who live in those Muggle homes. However, in wizarding families, ghouls are often the talk of the conversation after dinner, and even become pets for the whole family.

In addition to that, Mrs. Molly told me an interesting fact. In 1997, the family dressed the ghoul in the form of her youngest son, Ron, so that when he was out with Mr. Harry and Ms. Hermione, who is now a member of the Ministry of Magic, looking for an opportunity to fight the Dark Lord, he would not arouse the suspicion of the Ministry of Magic by not being able to attend school. The ghoul looked like he had a contagion, so when the Ministry of Magic officials visited the Burrow, Ron's family could say that he had a pox.

At the time, it made me laugh badly.

Lady Molly had always taken good care of the old fellow—that's what she was called, especially after that disguise. But it was too old after all, and died a few years ago, buried in a grass behind the house, and now she couldn't help crying when she talked about it. What a kind and kind old man, and yet I did not know how to comfort her at this time, oh, poor Lady Molly!

Maybe it's family, maybe maybe this old guy makes her nostalgic for the old days. Madame Molly has said that there used to be a bunch of children in the house, and they were the source of most of the noise compared to the old ghouls who occasionally made noise. Now, the children had long since started a family outside the home, and the Burrow was home to only her and Mr. Arthur Weasley, and most of the other rooms were empty.

At that time, she dragged me around with a hard pull. To be honest, it was just as cramped and comfortable as the rest of the room I lived in, and that was paradoxical, wasn't it? I was so confused at the time, until Madame Molly took me out and looked at the Burrow.

It's four stories tall, and unlike the Hogsmeade village of Hogsmeade, the Hogwarts Express terminus, the Burrow is built crookedly, looking like it's about to collapse, but it's always standing. So, I guess it must have been built with magic, or rather, it's magic. Just like the furniture downstairs, the Burrow has a lot of magical items, so life here is easy.

Lady Molly was very welcoming, not only in the Burrow, but also in showing me around other places. Even if Mr. Arthur was concerned about my body and persuaded her not to take me around in the cold winter. But don't worry, before going out, Mrs. Molly wrapped me tightly, not cold at all, but a little hot.

There was a garden next to the Burrow, and in addition to a frozen pond, there was also a large group of goblins hidden underneath, the kind of skinny animals with big heads and big feet, who ate the roots of plants. But now that the snow is covering, they won't come out, and I remember Lady Molly with a visibly disappointed expression.

Perhaps to make up for the lack of domestic magical animals, on the way to a shed on the other side, she told me about an early Hermione cat named Crook Hill, who chased goblins in the garden when Hermione was a guest.

Actually, the most surprising thing about me here is the shed. It was full of Muggle-made objects, all enchanted, and I could even find a smartphone in it that had been released five years ago.

Later, Mr. Arthur told me that there used to be a Ford Anglia in the shed, which was a magic car that could fly, but unfortunately it was lost. He also secretly told me that Mrs. Molly was much more lively than in the past few days, crying and laughing. Usually she is not like this, except for the occasional reception of visiting guests or children, and going out to visit her grandchildren, after doing housework on weekdays, chatting with Mr. Arthur for a few words, she takes out the photo album and flips it up.

I could feel that Madame Molly was glad I was here. I am grateful for the care she has given me these days, and she reminds me of the nurse at Hogwarts Hospital, Aunt Mary. At the same time, I am grateful for this place of calming and giving me plenty of time and space to reflect.

As I write this letter now, the snow is falling outside my window, and the last fiery clouds in the sky have lost their color. Under the dark night sky, the room became brighter and brighter. The lights behind him are as bright and warm as the sun, the sofa under the seat is as soft and fluffy as the grass, and the wooden table in front of him exudes a quiet fragrance of plants.

What a warm feeling!

Christine, I miss my grandparents.

I think you miss them too, don't you?

I'm sorry to worry you, I really shouldn't be so reckless, as your family, I can't just care about my own feelings.

However, I was really carried away by the anger at the time. Hearing the arrogant provocations of those abominable Death Eaters, hearing that Evans joined them, hearing that the first thing he did when he showed up was actually attacking you, hearing that you had lost you, I couldn't help but want to settle accounts with them, I wanted to settle accounts with Evans, I wanted to slap Evans twice in the face!

...... I'm sorry.

I lost my temper, and I mentioned him, and I shouldn't have added to your pain. I just want to say that at least I'm still there, at least I'm missing you, caring about you, and needing you.

When the news came, I was impulsive, knowing that this was probably a trap, but I still resolutely chose to break through, and also implicated my friend, Jensen. Later, as soon as I woke up, I asked him about his condition, and fortunately I got feedback that it was okay. But now, when I think about it, I still have a lot of fear in my heart.

In the aftermath of this incident, I would like to thank Principal McGonagall in particular. She taught me that only by making choices can we truly decide who we are. Later, when I saw the Daily Prophet, I remembered that there was another one in me. But when I was about to lose in the duel with Evans, I noticed that Jensen woke up, and the first thing I thought of was not what would happen to me after I fell unconscious, but whether I should give up the opportunity to use my ability to find a counterattack and save him first.

At that time, the Aurors were already fighting the Death Eaters, and the people who held Jensen hostage would probably finish him off in the next second, and if I fought back, I might not be able to win, and I was not sure what they were talking about. I made the choice to take the risk myself and create opportunities for others, and for the first time, I put myself second.

I think that compared to the reckless choice I made by only caring about my own feelings, this later choice is a good remedy, it gives a room for regression, not only for the overall situation, but also for myself.

It made me start to re-examine my past, look around me, look inside me.

Besides, Christine, you may not guess, after this incident, my greatest emotion is that I am glad that Evans is still alive.

The moment I saw him with my own eyes, the joy in my heart overwhelmed the anger. And when I tried it, he indirectly admitted the fact that he had been cast a Revenant Curse, and at that moment, there was no resentment left in my heart, but I felt sincerely relieved.

Five years ago a photo went viral, and I was worried that he would succumb to the enemy. I haven't heard from him for five years, and I've guessed that he may have died long ago. Fortunately, reality has given me a bright future that I can't even imagine.

As a result, I became more and more determined to bring him back, not only for me, but also for you, for my grandparents, and for himself.

Although I don't have enough strength now, I believe that one day, I will bring him back. If no one else can do this, Christine, don't force yourself to do it, I don't want you to be hurt anymore.

Rest assured, at least, I still have him, and I trust that he will protect me all the way.

Didn't I say at the beginning that I can't go back to Hogwarts right now? I'm sure you, who are at the Ministry of Magic, know the edict that requires me to be expelled.

But don't worry, Mr. Harry told me that there is already a controversy within the Ministry of Magic about this decision, and I guess once I get over, the problem will be solved quickly.

After that, can you join me to lay flowers on my grandparents' tombstones? I have a lot to say to them, and I'm sure so are you.

Mr. Harry told me that the Ministry of Magic is conducting further internal investigations after the dozens of Death Eaters who were captured alive confessed almost all of them, and that they have been able to remove a large number of hidden stakes. Therefore, this letter will be delivered to you by him himself. I also learned from him that you woke up depressed and haggard.

So, I felt compelled to write this letter. Christine, I hope you'll pick yourself up soon.

I used to recall my grandparents' teachings to me, and until the last moment, my grandfather was still admonishing me, telling me to learn to be patient and to learn to move on to the situation.

I think my grandparents' teachings must have been more than just for me. Christine, I've heard of a very profound spell that can summon Patronus to ward off and even exorcise Dementors. So, let's make everything that used to be the guardian spirit of the will, and use it to defend against the Dementors named Grief in our hearts, okay?

It's almost time to attend the adjudication meeting, and I need to rush to the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Harry has been waiting with me for a while, so let's get here first.

After that, from Mr. Harry's point of view, it is estimated that I will be transported directly back to the school to be on the safe side, so there will be no chance of meeting you. For more words, I would like to save it to say it in person, looking forward to the day when you come to school.

Best wishes

Kevin S. Adams