HP Approaches the Magic World

Harry's conversation with Hagrid didn't last long because he found the situation awkward.

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

He wants to be alone.

Jon was not far from Hagrid's hut. He found this situation very interesting, because it seemed that he had been in this state a long time ago.

These things appear in different people like reincarnation, he, Harry or others. It is more like growing pains than an emotion.

So he cast a spell on Harry.

Casting magic without a wand doesn't seem that cool, but I have to say that this kind of spell casting is really convenient.

With just a flick of his fingers, the magic he wants will appear on the person he wants to cast the spell on.

This is a kind of memory magic. It does not extract memories from people, but to spy on the person's current emotions. After removing this emotion, he will give this thing to Joanne. Recently, Joanne has been the most

The most important thing is to write a book.

He plans to release Harry Potter's biography after everything is over, but there are still some trivial matters to deal with before that.

As for why Joanne was not transformed into a wizard, it was Joanne's own decision. At this time, she still wants to devote more energy to writing.

Jon respects her opinion, is patient enough with the original author, and is willing to cooperate with her.

What's more, the relationship between Joanne and him is also very good.

…

Hagrid's Hut.

Harry walked to the door as quickly as possible and opened it. Before Hagrid could finish saying goodbye, he was out in the sunshine and walking along the grass.

As he passed by, people called to him loudly.

He closed his eyes for a long moment, wishing they would all disappear so that when he opened them again he would find himself alone in the field.

A few days ago, before his exam was over, he saw the image that Voldemort had planted in his mind. He was willing to give almost anything to let the entire wizarding world know that he was telling the truth and make them believe that Voldemort had died.

Come back and believe that he is neither a liar nor a madman.

But now...

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

He stared at the sparkling lake and fell into deep thought.

He wanted to be alone, probably because since talking to Dumbledore, he felt isolated and isolated from other people.

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

He is - he always has been - a marked man.

And he never really understood what this meant.

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

The grief of losing Sirius was so intense and clear that he had no extra nerve to feel fear.

The sun was shining brightly now, and the surrounding fields were filled with laughing crowds. He felt that he was far away from them, as if he belonged to two completely different worlds.

Even so, it was still hard for him to believe that as he sat there, his life would end as a murderer.

After a long time, he still sat there, staring at the water in trance, trying not to think about his godfather, not to recall that right opposite him - on the other side of the river, Sirius had bravely resisted a hundred people.

Dementors and exhausted.

The sun had gone down and he felt a little chilly.

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

…

Ron and Hermione made a full recovery and were discharged from hospital three days before the end of term.

Hermione always wanted to mention Sirius, and whenever she mentioned his name, Ron would make a "shhh" sound to stop her.

Harry still didn't know if he wanted to talk about his godfather; his thoughts kept changing depending on his mood.

But one thing was clear to him: although he felt sad now, he would miss Hogwarts very much when he returned to Privet Drive in a few days.

Although he now knew why he returned there every summer, he still didn't feel any better about the place.

In fact, he has never been more afraid to go back than he is now.

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

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

Unfortunately, she met Peeves on the road, and Peeves listened to Fred's words and seized this last chance.

He happily stopped Umbridge in front and hit her hard with a cane and a sock full of chalk.

Many students ran to the porch to watch her flee, and the deans of the college tried half-heartedly to stop them.

In fact, Professor McGonagall only made a few weak protests before sitting back behind the desk and regretting that she could not see Umbridge off in person because Peeves had borrowed her crutches.

The last night of the semester came. Many people had already packed their packages and were preparing to go to the end-of-term farewell party, but Harry had not packed his things yet.

"Let's clean it up tomorrow!"

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

"I'll be fine soon, you go first"

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

What he hates most is attending the farewell party.

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

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

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

He couldn't figure out why this thing was here.

He bent down, pulled it out from under his sportswear and looked at it carefully.

Soon he realized what it was, given to him by Sirius, inside the front door of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"I want you to use it when you need me, okay?"

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

It's a small square mirror, a little old, and of course quite dirty.

Harry raised it to his eyes and saw himself in the mirror looking back at him. He turned the mirror over and there was a scrawled writing on the back, left by Sirius.

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

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

In the past, James and I used this to keep in touch when we weren't together.

Harry's heart began to beat rapidly.

He remembered that he had seen his deceased parents in the Mirror of Erised four years ago, that he could talk to Sirius again, and immediately he knew - he looked around to see if there was anyone else: the whole

The dormitory was empty. His eyes fell on the mirror again. He raised it to his eyes with trembling hands and shouted loudly and clearly: "Sirius."