[HP] Noble

It was almost dawn, and the orange light faintly illuminated the corner of the yard through the thick fog wandering outside from behind the mountain. A young garden mouse was lurking secretly among the wild rose bushes, sniffing around, full of Hopefully he can find food to preserve himself before dawn.At this time, there was a soft metal friction sound, which made it completely stop. This was the sound of opening windows from a building not far away from it-this poor nocturnal creature was stunned, watching with vigilant eyes. Headed towards the second floor of the dilapidated building in front of me, and when the window creaked and was completely pushed open, it scurried, and then quickly disappeared behind a broken fence.

Yes, just before it was time to wake up, Harry Potter woke up from the nightmare again in Grimmauld Place.

Now, the Gryffindor golden boy wiped the sweat from his face casually, let out a long breath, and pressed his face against the cold window glass, his glasses hanging crookedly on his face.Under the faint morning light, his face was pale, his breathing seemed a little short and heavy, his hair was disheveled, and he looked absolutely terrible.

To Harry's left was an ancient desk, perhaps once exquisitely crafted, but today it was nothing more than a rotten pile of wood that had completely rotted away - not even embalming spells could save it.Just on this desk, there is an old-looking newspaper.But what is special is that this newspaper seems to be well kept by its owner, and placed in the cleanest place on the desk, as if its owner reads it every day, there are not many pictures on the newspaper Only the familiar corners and the dark cloud-covered sky can barely recognize that it is the Ministry of Magic after the magic struggle, and under this picture, a big title is very eye-catching: [The return of the dark lord?Fudge's big mistake! ]

"Oh, God." Gryffindor moaned under his breath, distractedly flipping aside the old newspaper that belonged to half a year ago.

This is a long and difficult summer vacation.

He didn't even know how he got through that whole winter.

The freezing spell had expired, and the room gradually became a bit stuffy.All kinds of things were littered in the room, Harry's quills, ink, and parchment were scattered all over the place, Hedwig's cage was wide open, and the snow-white owl was nowhere to be found.Molly's freshly washed clothes hadn't had time to put them in the suitcase, and the newly bought books were piled up on the ground next to the closet. Everything around her looked so bad, and in about three hours, Harry would be dead. Time to get on the train to Hogwarts - as a sixth year student.

The newspaper that was pushed away gently fell to the ground, and the zipper of the bookcase that was originally covered by a corner of the newspaper was exposed.Gryffindor just hesitated for a moment, he opened the drawer, and took out an ancient locket from the depths of the drawer—this locket looked very deformed, and the deep depression in the middle seemed to have been used It was as if a sharp weapon stabbed heavily.

At this moment, it is lifelessly swinging in the hands of the Gryffindor savior following certain physical principles. No one would have imagined that such a bland thing would once house the most evil dark wizard in the wizarding world soul fragments.

That was the first time Harry knew the meaning of a Horcrux.

It was also the first time he understood what Dumbledore was looking for all these years, and the meaning of the existence of the Order of the Phoenix.

For this, everyone paid a very painful price.

For example, for a long time in the past, Harry woke up from nightmares almost every day-the dream kept repeating what happened at the Ministry of Magic last Christmas, and he saw Tom Riddle again in everyone's eyes. Bend the noble knees in front of him, saw Dumbledore pull out the Gryffindor sword from the worn sorting hat and swing it at the pendant on Ginny's chest again, saw Voldemort's defeat again, and, again, watched Until Scorpius Great disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

……

Yes, he saw so much, but he didn't see who took that Slytherin away.

Harry's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then they closed together, his emerald green eyes disappeared behind slightly trembling eyelids.His head drooped limply, the locket slid limply from his fingertips to the floor with a soft thump—this wasn't just a nightmare from the past, Harry believed, it would be for a long time to come. The nightmare will continue and linger.

He didn't even want to recall the expression on Malfoy's face when he reappeared behind everyone after Voldemort had escaped completely.

To be precise, he was expressionless.

I only remember the cold white mist that he brought out when he took a deep breath, and then raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, the Slytherin who usually babbled vicious words just said calmly this time——

"With so many of us, we can't even protect a single child."

After saying that, he left.

Since then, he has never appeared in the Order of the Phoenix again.

With the disappearance of Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy also disappeared.In the end, even that obnoxious Severus Snape didn't show up on business, much to Sirius' disappointment, but this time he chose to keep quiet instead of trying to complain.

After the great war, the situation was calm on the surface, and even the "Daily Prophet" only mentioned Gretel's disappearance, and the reconstruction work almost started smoothly under the leadership of the new Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour.But only the innermost people know how many bloody storms have been directly caused by the disappearance of Scorpius Great behind the scenes.Everyone became even more silent, and everyone kept silent about it tacitly.However, Mr. Great, as the father, did not show too much emotion, but became a little taciturn, and he went out early and returned late more diligently - it was from here that Harry and the others understood why Malfoy didn't get into a rage or let out his voice cry bitterly.

They should all be the same.

It's just that women express their emotions more directly. Mrs. Great soon rushed to England and hugged Mrs. Weasley. The two of them did nothing and cried happily for the rest of the Christmas holiday - On the morning when the Christmas holiday ended, Mrs. Great sobbed and wiped away her tears. She gave Harry a kiss and told him "don't blame yourself". More and more Chinese, wearing the same strange robes as Gretel's grandfather and Professor Wen Xin, are busy working in the Order of the Phoenix all day long.

Although Voldemort was defeated again at that time, everyone knew that the wizarding world had fallen into a new round of dire straits.Lupine brought back a series of terrifying news every day, and the most shocking one was probably the disappearance of Ollivander—the old man who sold wands, from whom almost all wands were bought.

After an adults-only meeting, the strangely dressed group finally started going out frequently, helping the Order of the Phoenix to crush Death Eater attacks time after time.

The wizarding world has finally returned to balance.

And at this moment, a vague and terrifying idea finally appeared in Harry's mind.

Under the situation where self-blame and guilt were endless and raging, and it was almost impossible to use any spell to anesthetize himself, when he ran into Ron in a corner of the castle one day, he carefully adjusted his sister's green tie, and then whispered When "Actually, Slytherin is not bad", he finally realized that not only he, but the entire Order of the Phoenix felt that he owed the house of Slytherin.People's attitude towards Slytherin has become subtler.

Although he felt that Slytherin didn't seem to care much about being notorious or respected.

"Harry?—Harry!" a female voice interrupted Harry's train of thought.It was Mrs. Weasley, this chubby woman pushed Harry's bedroom away, took a look at his messy place, and sighed: "I should be glad you got up so early, son, you should pack your luggage Well, we'll be leaving in ten minutes, if you're too busy, call Ron to help you." "Okay, Mrs Weasley." Harry nodded, pushing his glasses that had slipped off.

There was probably only one piece of good news this summer, Harry thought as he turned on the shower head, and that was that he was captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

—and your biggest problem now is that you probably won't be able to face your biggest opponent Malfoy on the Quidditch pitch at that time, my dear.

A helpless voice answered in his mind.

"Oh, that's enough." Harry muttered to himself while standing under the water, "If I can, I really hope that Gretel will do well at the opening ceremony, walking his graceful steps, intact Unscathed and pushed open the door of the auditorium—really, I am willing to exchange anything, as long as it allows me to see this touching scene."