HP Approaches the Magic World

Regarding Jon's warning, Snape actually had a little understanding in his heart.

A person like him would never put his life and safety on others, although he no longer cares about living anymore.

If he was killed by Voldemort, then he would be okay with that.

In this case, he can accompany that person.

However, Jon doesn't think this is a good choice.

When a person's life ends should be chosen by the person himself, rather than being passively decided by others.

He couldn't help Snape do anything. The only thing he could promise was to ensure Snape's safety.

Even if Snape wanted to forget the past, he could help him. Even if Snape wanted to forget Harry Potter's mother, he could do the same.

After all, he is not alone. He is accompanied by a memory master and a psychological wizard.

Judging from this situation, his men are still full of talents.

"Then let's end our conversation today. It's almost time anyway. I'll leave first. If you have anything to do, please feel free to contact me. Don't be embarrassed to say it. The more you can say, the better."

"Don't worry, I know it," Snape walked Jon to the door: "If anything happens, I will contact you as soon as possible. If I can't find you, I will also find Dumbledore."

"Then I'll leave first."

Jon took the hourglass off the door cabinet, and the time-distorted realm instantly ended, and time here returned to normal again.

Then he tore apart space and disappeared from Snape's door.

…

Harry snored loudly.

He sat on a chair in front of his bedroom window for nearly four hours, looking out at the darkening street, and then fell asleep.

One of his cheeks was pressed against the cold window glass, his glasses were tilted to one side, and his mouth was open wide.

The hot air he breathed on the window was shone brightly by the orange street lights outside. Under this unnatural light, his face was bloodless and his black hair was disheveled. He looked a bit like

ghost.

Owl feathers, apple cores and candy wrappers were scattered on the floor of the room. Several magic books were spread out in a mess along with the robes on the bed. There was a pile of newspapers placed under the lamp on the table.

The title of one of them is very eye-catching:

Harry Potter: The Savior?

"We are not allowed to talk about this. Don't ask me anything."

An anxious-looking amnesiac, who did not want to give his name, said as he left the Ministry of Magic last night.

However, according to well-informed sources in the Ministry of Magic, the center of the commotion was in the legendary Hall of Prophecy.

Although Ministry of Magic spokespersons have so far refused to confirm the existence of such a place, a growing number of people in the wizarding community believe that the Death Eaters serving time in Azkaban for violations and thefts were trying to steal

A prophecy ball.

The contents of the prophecy ball are unknown, but people have speculated that it is related to Harry Potter. He is the only person known to have survived the Killing Curse, and it is said that he was at the Ministry of Magic on the night of the incident.

Some people even call Porter the "Savior Star". They believe that the prophecy indicates that only Porter can save us from the devil who must not even be named.

A second newspaper was placed next to the first with the headline: 

Scrimgeour succeeds Fudge

Most of the front page was taken up by a large black-and-white photo of a man with hair as thick as lion's hair and a savage and ferocious face.

The photo is animated - the man is waving towards the ceiling.

Rufus Scrimgeour, former Head of the Auror Office in the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, succeeds Cornelius Fudge as Minister of Magic.

On the left side of this newspaper, there is another folded newspaper, with an article "The Ministry of Magic Ensures Student Safety" just exposed.

The new Minister for Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, spoke today and said,

The Ministry of Magic has taken some new tough measures to ensure that students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry can safely return to school this fall.

"For obvious reasons, the Ministry of Magic will not reveal the details of its rigorous new security plans."

However, an insider confirmed that these measures include some defensive magic and spells, a series of breaking spells and a dedicated Auror team sent to protect Hogwarts school.

The new minister's firm stance on student safety seemed to have reassured most people. Lady Augusta Longbottom said: "My grandson Neville - who happens to be a good friend of Harry's - was at the ministry in June.

He and Harry fought side by side against the Death Eaters, and—"

The rest of the report was obscured by a large birdcage containing a magnificent snow-white owl.

Its amber eyes scanned the room majestically, turning its head from time to time to look at its sleeping master.

Once or twice it clucked impatiently and made a clicking sound, but Harry was so deep in sleep that he couldn't hear it at all.

There is a large box in the middle of the room, with the lid open, as if expecting something, but it is almost empty. Only some candies, old underwear, empty ink bottles and broken quills are sparsely thrown at the bottom of the box. Next to the box

There is a purple booklet on the floor with eye-catching words printed on it: 

Published with permission from the Ministry of Magic

Protect your home and family

Protected from black magic

Harry hummed in his sleep, his cheeks slid down an inch or two from the window, and his glasses crooked even more, but he did not wake up.

An alarm clock that Harry had repaired a few years ago was ticking on the windowsill. The time was one minute to eleven.

Next to the alarm clock, there was a piece of parchment in Harry's loosened hand, with some words written on it in long, slender, sideways handwriting.

After this letter was delivered three days ago, Harry often took it out and looked at it. The parchment was tightly rolled when it was first delivered, but now it is flat and flat.

Dear Harry:

If it's convenient for you, I will pick you up at No. 4 Privet Drive at eleven o'clock this Friday night to take you to the Burrow, where they invite you to spend the rest of the summer vacation.

Also, I have something to do on my way to the Burrow, and I would be very happy to get your help.

Details will be discussed when we meet.

Please send this owl back. See you on Friday.

your most loyal

Albus Dumbledore

Harry had memorized the contents of the letter by heart, but ever since he sat by his bedroom window at seven o'clock in the evening, he couldn't help but glance at it furtively every few minutes.

He knew there was no need to read Dumbledore's letter over and over again.

Harry had already followed the request and sent his affirmative answer back to the messenger owl.

All he could do now was wait - whether Dumbledore came or not.