The afterglow of the setting sun shines on every street of the city, and the white doves representing hope and peace hover above the clock tower of this ancient city.
On the shore of the sparkling river, young people after work gathered in twos and threes, with smiles on their faces discussing the interesting things that happened in the day that was about to pass.
Muggles do not realize that the city they live in has stood on the edge of destruction today.
Harry opened his eyes and stared blankly at the irregular circles of light scattered by the red sunlight on the clean glass.
After a while, he realized that he was in Grimmauld Place, in his and Ron's bedroom.
But shouldn't he be at St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry?
They should have sent him to St. Mungo's, right? Because he passed out on the battlefield, logically, they should have sent him for a checkup.
Unless——
The tight quilt covering his body made Harry feel stuffy. He twisted his body and with difficulty pulled his stiff hands out of the quilt. , supporting himself to sit up.
The house was quiet, and there was no one else in the bedroom except him.
Ron and the others should still be accompanying Mr. Weasley at St. Mungo's. After all, he was injured so seriously.
Harry was in no hurry to get out of bed.
Having faced the cruelty of war and going to the battlefield in person, he particularly enjoyed the peaceful world in front of him.
Looking away from the wand placed on the bedside table, Harry shrank his shoulders strangely.
But after hesitating, he slowly stretched out his hand and picked up the wand that had been warmed by the sun and had accompanied him through the whole year, one day short of completing four years.
stroking the smooth body of the holly wood wand, feeling the joy that came from the wand, like the joy when the closest friends meet, Harry moved his lips but remained silent.
It flashed through his mind that when he was kneeling in the rice field, holding a wand and spreading golden-red light towards Voldemort in mid-air, he caught a glimpse of the surprised faces of the people in the Order of the Phoenix around him. Harry smiled slightly. Shaked his head.
I am afraid that in the whole world, only he knows that it was not his initiative.
At that moment, the burning pain of his scar was still affecting him, but the wand suddenly clung to his hand and dragged his arm towards Voldemort.
As Harry looked at the wand that had been with him day and night, his most trusted comrade-in-arms, a strange feeling suddenly emerged in his heart.
How did this phenomenon occur?
A melancholy sigh sounded in the lonely room.
From Voldemort's frightened roar, Harry understood that perhaps the owner of his brother's wand did not understand what was going on.
I am afraid that only Professor Dumbledore and Professor Brain know something about it.
They won’t tell themselves.
Although I haven’t tried to ask yet,Harry was determined.
After a while of adapting, Harry regained vitality in his stiff legs and feet.
He slowly got out of bed, put on his slippers, opened the door with a deep kick and a shallow kick and left the bedroom.
There was no one upstairs, Harry could tell this easily.
He slowly went downstairs, holding on to the stair handle that had decayed under the erosion of time.
When he stood on the long porch on the first floor, he could hear the sound of someone talking in the underground kitchen behind the door panel.
Many familiar voices came into his ears, making Harry's heart feel slightly hot with a dull expression.
Sirius is fine, and so are Remus and Hagrid, but what about the rest of the Order of the Phoenix?
The urgency in his heart caused Harry's body to further regain strength, and his hand climbed onto the cold doorknob.
Click!
The moment Harry turned the doorknob, the noisy world behind the wooden door seemed to have been pressed on a mute button, and all the sounds disappeared.
Of course, there were many people in the kitchen. This may be because Hagrid's size took up too much space, but it did make him feel that Mrs. Weasley and several of his children were here. Surprised and confused.
"Harry!"
A scream of surprise made many people in the kitchen look painful.
Before Harry could get over the 'heavy damage' to his eardrums caused by the scream, Hermione had already walked up the stairs from the long table and hugged his neck tightly. .
Ahem
Harry coughed twice weakly,
"I'm choking, Hermione, can you? I think you should I know that after rigorous training, your strength may be much greater than that of ordinary girls."
Bang!
Then, Hermione suddenly pushed Harry away and punched Harry in the face,
"You bastard!"
This punch was really heavy. Harry grinned in pain and the corners of his mouth turned purple!
But Harry didn't get angry. He knew why he was beaten. He just looked at Hermione who was gnashing her teeth with an apologetic look on her face.
"Good beating, Hermione."
Under the stairs, the Weasley children in the kitchen were all silent and looked at Hermione, for fear of being affected, even Hagrid took a few breaths.
But a voice suddenly said this, and Harry immediately looked down and saw Sirius coming out from behind Hagrid and looking up at him.
"Sirius"
Sirius's upper body was unclothed, just wrapped in a layer of white gauze. It seemed serious, but since St. Mungo's allowed Sirius to be discharged from the hospital , I guess there is nothing to worry about.
Harry stopped talking before the shouts of surprise could even reach the ground.
It’s not because of Sirius’s injury, but because of the heavy look when Sirius looked at him.Jing's face, and eyes mixed with disappointment.
"Go"
When Hermione stepped away from Harry, she gave Harry a gentle push, and
Harry was completely He came to Sirius unconsciously.
He lowered his head and stared at his toes, not wanting or daring to touch Sirius' disappointed eyes.
"I think-"
Sirius looked at Harry's head with a tigerish face,
"You shouldn't be optimistic, I will be grateful You rush to the battlefield to save me, or will I be proud of you for driving away Voldemort?"
"Sirius--"
Lee next to Mrs. Weasley? James came over to smooth things over,
"But in fact, Harry ventured to the battlefield because he was worried about you, and it was indeed him who drove away Voldemort"
Lyme Si paused for a moment and looked at Harry with a hint of suspicion,
"I must say, Harry, the last blow you gave Voldemort was beyond the imagination of many people.
Ron and Hermione told us that you have never shown such power before, so are you deliberately hiding it, like Amosta did when he was in school?"
"That's just it. An accident-"
Harry blurted out.
He knew that someone would definitely ask this question, and he had to explain it clearly to avoid people misunderstanding him,
"That was not my intention--"
Harry said, he pulled out his wand and showed it to everyone,
"At that time, it was the one who controlled me and cast the curse on Voldemort."
p>The wand controls the wizard to fire spells?
Everyone looked at each other, not very accepting of this statement.
"Is it possible that you have always hidden this power in your body, but it was not until today that you were stimulated by the mysterious man?"
Ron asked cautiously,
"You and I lived together for four years, Ron—"
The way Ron looked at him was a bit like the way they first met on the Hogwarts Express four years ago. The kind of awe he felt after knowing he was Harry Potter.
This look made Harry feel a little uncomfortable, so he said impatiently
"You know how capable I am, Ron."
Ron raised his eyebrows and actually began to recall carefully.
Sirius and Remus exchanged glances.
The power hidden in Harry is too mysterious, and the secret connection between him and Voldemort is too profound. I am afraid that only wizards like Dumbledore and Amosta can do it. Give a reasonable explanation.
"Okay-"
Remus nodded,
"I think you won't mind me telling you what Convey to Albus and ArmorStar? "
Being distracted by this question, the atmosphere in the kitchen subtly relaxed a little, but Sirius still looked at Harry coldly,
"I think you should Give me an explanation, Harry, what made you make such a reckless and irresponsible decision to rush into the battlefield? ”
Hagrid’s fluffy beard moved. He was obviously frightened when he suddenly saw Harry on the battlefield today.
And he threatened to let that person Sirius beat him up
But when it came to the moment of reckoning, he couldn't bear it anymore
"Sirius"
Hai. Grid opened his mouth.
"Let him speak, Hagrid. ”
Sirius did not give Hagrid a chance to intercede.
The quietness in the kitchen could be heard. Everyone looked at Harry who was facing Sirius’s anger, and felt sorry for him.
"I can't always lose on this day"
Harry blew his nose heavily, he raised his head, his green eyes were wet,
p>
"Fourteen years ago today, I lost my parents. I don’t want to lose you again today, Sirius."
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