Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

Harry's conversation with Hagrid did not last long, because he felt the environment was embarrassing.

He doesn't seem to be suitable for receiving care from others, especially when everyone finds his situation strange.

He wants to be alone.

Jon is not far from Hagrid's hut. He thinks this situation is very interesting, because it seems that he was in this state a long, long time ago.

These things appear to different people like a reincarnation. He, Harry or other people are not so much an emotion as a growing pain.

So he cast a magic on Harry.

The use of magic when there is no wand does not seem so cool. I have to say that this kind of use spell is really very convenient.

Just a flick of his finger, the magic he wants will appear on the person he wants to use spell.

This is a kind of memory magic. It is not to extract memories from people, but to watch the person’s current emotions. After taking this section of emotion, he will give this thing to Joe Annie, recently the most important thing for Joanne is to write a book.

Harry Potter's biography, he intends to wait until everything is over to begin publishing, and before then there are some trivial things to deal with.

As for why Joanne didn't turn into a wizard, it was Joanne's own decision. At this time, she still wants to use more energy to write.

Jon respects her opinion, for the original author, he has enough patience, and is willing to cooperate with her.

even more how Joanne and his relationship itself is very good.

……

Hagrid cabin.

Harry walked to the door as quickly as possible and pulled it open. Before Hagrid had finished saying goodbye, he came to the sun and walked down the grass.

When he passed by, people shouted at him again.

He closed his eyes for a while, wishing them all disappeared, so that when he opened his eyes again, he could find himself on the court alone.

A few days ago, his exam had not yet concluded. He saw the image that Voldemort had planted in his mind. He was willing to give almost everything to let the whole magic world know that what he said was true. Then, let them believe that Voldemort has returned, and that he is neither a liar nor a lunatic.

But now...

He walked a short distance by the lake, then sat down on the shore, hiding behind the messy bushes to avoid the eyes of passers-by.

He stared at the sparkling lake, lost in thought.

He wanted to be alone, probably because he felt isolated and cut off from others since talking to Dumbledore.

An invisible barrier separates him from the rest of the world.

He is—he is from start to finish—a marked person.

And he never really understood what it meant.

Sitting on the shore, intense pain weighed heavily on him.

The grief of losing Sirius is so strong and so clear that he has no extra nerves to feel fear.

Now sun shone brightly, there are laughing people on the surrounding field. He feels that he is very far away from them, as if he belongs to two completely different worlds.

Even so, he still finds it hard to believe that while he is sitting there, his life will definitely end as a murderer.

After a long time, he still sat there, staring at the water, trying his best not to think about his godfather, not to remember where he was right across the river-on the other side of the river, Sirius used to Bravely resisted a hundred dementors and was exhausted.

The sun has set, and he feels a little bit cool.

He got up and returned to the castle, brushing away the tears from his face with his sleeves as he walked.

...

Ron and Hermione were fully recovered and discharged three days before the end of the semester.

Hermione always wanted to mention Sirius, and whenever she said his name, Ron would make a "hush" sound to stop it.

Harry still doesn't know if he himself wants to talk about his godfather; his thoughts always change with his mood.

But he is clear about one thing: Although he feels sad now, he will miss Hogwarts very much when he returns to Privet Drive a few days later.

Although he now knows the reason why he has to go back there every summer, he still hasn't developed a more favorable impression of that place.

In fact, he has never been so afraid of going back.

Professor Umbridge left Hogwarts the day before the end of the semester.

She seemed to sneak out of the hospital during dinner time. It was obvious that she wanted to leave quietly without being noticed.

Unfortunately, she ran into Peeves on the road, and Peeves took the last chance after hearing Fred's words.

He happily stopped Umbridge in front, and used a walking stick and a sock full of chalk to hit her vigorously in turn.

Many students ran to the porch to see her escape. The house heads also tried to stop them half true and half false.

In fact, Professor McGonagall only made a few weak protests, then sat back behind the table, and regretfully stated that she could not send Umbridge personally because Peeves had borrowed her crutches.

The last night of this semester has arrived. Many people have packed their packages and are preparing to go to the farewell banquet at the end of the semester, but Harry hasn’t packed anything yet.

"Let’s pack tomorrow!"

Ron waited at the door of dormitory and said, "Come on, I'm hungry."

"I will soon Okay, you go first"

Ron closed the door and left, but Harry didn't pack his own things right away.

What he hates most is attending the farewell banquet.

He was worried that Dumbledore would mention him when he spoke, and of course he would mention Voldemort's return; after all, he told them about this last year.

Harry took out a few rumpled robes from the bottom of the box to make room for neatly folded clothes.

He found a badly wrapped bag in a corner of the box.

He can't think of why this thing is here.

He bent down and pulled it out from under his sportswear to examine it carefully.

Soon he realized what it was. Sirius gave it to him in the front door of 12 Grimmauld Place.

"I hope you use it when you need me, okay?"

Harry sat down on his bed and opened the small bag.

It is a square Small Mirror, a bit old, and of course dirty.

Harry raised it to his eyes and saw that he in the mirror was looking at him in reverse. He turned the mirror over, and there was a scribbled handwriting on the reverse, which was left by Sirius.

This is a two-way mirror. There are two sides in total, and I still have one side in my hand.

If you want to find me, just call me at it, and you will appear in my mirror, and I can appear in your mirror and talk to you.

In the past, when James and I were not together, we used this to connect.

Harry's heart began to jump quickly.

He remembered seeing his dead parents in Mirror of Erised four years ago, he could talk to Sirius again, he knew right away—he looked around all around and took a look Is there anyone else: the whole dormitory is empty. His eyes fell on the mirror again, he raised it to his eyes with trembling hands, and called out loud and clear: "Sirius."