HP Approaches the Magic World

There was a moment of shuddering silence, and everyone froze in horror. Then, an overwhelming noise erupted around Harry, with shouts, cheers, and roars shaking the earth. The strong light of the rising sun shone on the windows.

, people shouted and rushed towards him. The first ones to arrive were Ron and Hermione. Their arms hugged him tightly. Their incomprehensible shouts almost deafened his ears. Then, Jin

Neville, Neville and Luna came too, along with the Weasleys and Hagrid, Kingsley, McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout. Everyone was shouting and Harry couldn't hear a word

Even though he was clear, he couldn't tell whose hand was tugging him, pulling him, desperately trying to hug part of his body. Hundreds of people were pushing forward, everyone wanted to touch the boy who survived, precisely because

For him, the nightmare is finally over——

The sun rises over Hogwarts, and the Great Hall is filled with the light of life. People express their condolences and celebrations, sadness and joy, and Harry is an indispensable part of it... Everyone hopes

Harry was with them. He was their leader and symbol, their savior and guide. No one seemed to have thought that he had not slept a wink all night, or that he longed to be alone with a few of them. He had to be with the families of the victims.

Talk, hold their hands, witness their tears, accept their thanks, listen to the news coming from all directions in the morning: people under the Imperius Curse across the country are gradually returning to normal, and some Death Eaters are running away.

Captured, at the same time, the innocent prisoners of Azkaban were freed, and Kingsley Shacklebolt was appointed interim Minister of Magic...

They moved Voldemort's body to a room outside the Great Hall, away from Fred, Tonks, Lupin, Colin Creevey and the fifty other people who had died fighting him. McGonagall placed the House table

They returned to their original place, but no one took their seats in the academy: everyone was crowded together in a mess, teachers and students, ghosts and parents, centaurs and house elves. Firenze was lying in the corner recovering from his injuries, and Grawp came out of nowhere.

Peering through a smashed window, someone threw food into his laughing mouth. After a while, an exhausted Harry found himself sitting on a bench next to Luna.

"If it were me, I would want some peace and quiet," she said.

"I'd love to," Harry replied.

"I'll distract them," she said, "with your invisibility cloak."

Before Harry could speak, she pointed out the window and shouted: "Hey, look, there's a bubble-nosed monster!" Everyone who heard it turned their heads to look, and Harry quickly put on the invisibility cloak and stood up.

stand up.

Harry walked in the passage between the tables and saw the Malfoy family huddled together, as if they didn't know whether they should be there, but no one paid attention to them. Harry saw scenes of family reunions everywhere.

Finally, he saw the two people he wanted to be with most.

"It's me," he leaned down between them and whispered, "will you follow me?"

They stood up immediately, and he, Ron, and Hermione left the Great Hall together. Many pieces of the marble staircase were missing, part of the railing was missing, and you would encounter gravel and blood every few steps.

Somewhere in the distance, they heard Peeves flying across the corridor, singing a victory song of his own making:

We won a complete victory, and Porter was the hero.

Voldemort is finished, everyone has a party!

"This scene really feels grand and tragic, doesn't it?" Ron said, pushing open a door and letting Harry and Hermione through.

Joy would come, Harry knew, but at the moment fatigue suppressed his joy, and every few steps, the pain of losing Fred, Lupin, and Tonks was as sharp as a physical wound. He only felt relieved.

, just longing for a good night's sleep. But first he needed to explain to Ron and Hermione that they had been faithfully accompanying him for so long and now they should know the truth. He compared what he saw in the pensieve with what he saw in the pensieve.

What happened in the Forbidden Forest was explained in detail. Before the two companions could express their shock and surprise, they arrived. They had just walked all the way here, but no one mentioned this destination.

Since Harry's last visit, the stone beast guarding the entrance to the Headmaster's Office had been knocked aside. It was leaning there, looking a little knocked unconscious, and Harry didn't know if it could still understand the commands.

"Can we go up?" he asked the stone beast.

"Please." The stone beast hummed.

They climbed over it and onto the spiral stone staircase that rose slowly like an escalator. At the top, Harry pushed the door open.

He had just caught a glimpse of the pensieve still sitting on the table as he had last left it, when suddenly a deafening sound made him scream, thinking that he had encountered a curse, or that the Death Eaters had returned, or that Voldemort had risen from the dead.

Got——

It turned out to be a sound of joy. On the surrounding walls, all the previous Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts stood up and applauded Harry. Some of them were waving their hats, some were waving their wigs, and they were rushing between the frames, talking to each other.

They shook hands tightly. They jumped up and down on the chairs in the painting, Delise Devont crying unabashedly, Dexter Fusco waving his receiver vigorously, Phineas

Nigellus shouted in his high-pitched voice: "Please note that Slytherin House also played a role! Don't forget our contribution!"

However, Harry's eyes only looked at the largest portrait behind the headmaster's chair: tears flowed from behind the half-moon lenses into his long silver-white beard, and the pride and gratitude on that face were like the song of a phoenix.

It filled Harry's heart with comfort.

Finally, Harry raised both hands, and all the portraits fell into respectful silence, wiping their eyes and smiling, eagerly waiting for him to speak. But his words were addressed to Dumbledore, and they were poured out with extra care.

Words and sentences. Although he was exhausted and his eyesight was blurred, he had to work harder and seek the last piece of advice.

"That thing hidden in the Golden Snitch," he said, "I dropped it in the Forbidden Forest. I don't know exactly where I dropped it, but I don't want to look for it anymore. Do you agree?"

"My dear boy, I agree." Dumbledore said, and the other portraits showed confusion and curiosity. "This is a very wise and courageous decision, but I am not surprised that you would do this.

.Does anyone know where it fell?"

"No." Harry said, and Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction.

"But I want to keep Ignotus's gift," Harry said, and Dumbledore smiled.

"Of course, Harry, it's yours forever until you pass it on!"

"and this."

Harry raised the Elder Wand, and Ron and Hermione looked at it with awe in their eyes. Although Harry was sleep-deprived and top-heavy, he was still aware of and disliked their expressions.

"I don't want it," Harry said.

"What?" Ron shouted, "Are you mentally ill?"

"I know it's powerful," Harry said tiredly, "but I'm happier holding my own wand. So..."

He groped in the leather pouch hanging around his neck and pulled out the holly wand that was broken into two pieces and connected only by a thin phoenix feather. Hermione had said that it was too damaged and could not be repaired.

He knew that if the following trick didn't work, it would be completely hopeless.

He placed the broken wand on the principal's desk, touched it with the tip of the Elder Wand, and said, "Repair it as before."

When the wand was reattached, red sparks burst out from the tip. Harry knew he had succeeded. He picked up the holly wood and phoenix tail feather wand, and suddenly felt a warmth between his fingers, as if the wand and his hand were rejoicing in their reunion.

.

"I'm going to put the Elder Wand back where it belongs,"

He said to Dumbledore, who looked at him with infinite love and admiration, "Just leave it there.

If I die normally like Ignotus, its power is destroyed, right? The previous master can never be defeated again. It's the end of it."

Dumbledore nodded and they looked at each other and smiled.

"Do you really want this?" Ron said. He looked at the Elder Wand, with a hint of reluctance in his voice.

"I think Harry is right," Hermione said softly.

"This wand is more trouble than it's worth," said Harry, "and, let's be honest."

He turned away from the portraits.

"I have actually had enough troubles in my life."

After he left, Jon came out.

"The matter is over."

He looked at Dumbledore's portrait and said.

This portrait can convey his words to Dumbledore. After this is done, the plan between him and Dumbledore is completely over.

"I have communicated that the International Secrecy Act will be completely abolished at the next meeting. After tonight, a new change will occur in the UK. Early tomorrow morning, the Ministry of Magic, the Muggle government and the royal family will jointly issue a statement. This

The statement will be sent to the whole world, and perhaps you and Grindelwald will also know it there."

"Thank you, so what are you going to do next?"

"I will wait for Kingsley to take over as Minister of Magic to see how the new policies are implemented. In another week, Joanne will come to interview Harry and the others. Two days after the interview, "Harry...

"The Potter Biography Series" will be on sale around the world, and maybe you can buy a copy and take a look."

"You don't seem to have considered the resistance. What if this happens?"

"This will not happen. Without external forces, internal drive becomes extremely important. When most people become wizards, if you are not a wizard yet, then you will be born into a dilemma. This situation

This is unacceptable to most people, not to mention that they are not unable to become wizards. As long as they want, they can also become wizards. This service is free of charge for my company."

"It is indeed a very good idea, so I wish you success."

"Of course I will succeed, after all we have been preparing for so long."

Jon bowed slightly and expressed goodwill to the previous headmasters of Hogwarts.

"Then maybe we'll meet again in the future. I'll be leaving soon. Goodbye, everyone."

"Where are you going?"

Dumbledore asked.

"Go where I should go and leave this world. Maybe I will come back when I have time."

Jon seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned to Dumbledore and said, "Is Professor McGonagall a good choice to be the principal?"

"Of course, I will always trust Minerva."

"They have already gone to prepare Snape's portrait. I made some disguises for Snape. He and Filch...it would be good to let them go for a walk. Maybe they will make the choices they want."

, whether it’s accepting new students or finding a new place to live.”

"None of this has anything to do with us. They can just make their own choices."

"Yeah, just make your own choice. We always have to make our own choices."

Jon turned around and left the principal's office.

Professor McGonagall soon became the principal of Hogwarts. During the reform of Hogwarts, such a principal was indeed needed to preside over the overall situation.

Farewell to several professors, just after Professor McGonagall became the principal.

"I think, no matter what, parting is inevitable. At least we still have a choice in this matter, right?"

Although this time is gone forever, it is still a good thing after all.

"There is no need to shed tears, Professor Sprout." Jon took off the pendant from his neck and handed it to Professor Sprout who was wiping away his tears: "This is the passage to the world of Helga's ancestor.

I will leave the key to you for safekeeping, and I also believe you will find a good successor."

"Not giving it to Stephen?"

"It's not necessary. Although he is the guardian of the Hufflepuff family, there is no need to hand over everything to him. The responsibility of protecting the family is already heavy enough. Besides, the way our family is connected with our ancestors, this

One is entrusted to the school. When her ancestors and her friends founded Hogwarts, they wanted the school to get better and better. I am the same, so the school is entrusted to the professors."

He looked at Peeves next to him again. He was still so naughty, but when he was in the principal's office, he seemed much calmer.

"And the principal's secretary, I'm afraid you, like Professor Binns, will be Hogwarts's lifelong secretary."

"It doesn't matter, Hogg has to stay with me anyway."

Then there are no other problems.

The matter at Hogwarts came to an end. When Jon walked out of the gate of Hogwarts, he happened to meet Joanne who came for an interview under the leadership of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes, I'm afraid I'll never come back if I leave this time. I have a letter here that I want you to give to Hermione."

"Aren't you going to meet your students for the last time?"

"It's not necessary. As a teacher, I'm not very responsible. I didn't teach her too many useful things. I won't bother her at this time. I'm afraid she'll cry. Professor Sprout just cried. I

I still feel a little bit uncomfortable now."

He turned around and left without any nostalgia.

He has left enough in this world, even those who died in the final battle, he arranged them into Helga's world.

Simply too kind.

He stood on the deep blue sea and said goodbye to the will of the world.

"So, I'm leaving?"

"It's easy to leave, don't worry, nothing will happen here. All things are under our control. In other words, this matter should have happened in this world, but you

It happened in advance."

"Then I can rest assured. After all, it's a lot of hard work. Goodbye?"

"goodbye."

Jon closed his eyes and unlocked the last part of the memory in his mind.

The next moment, his wings involuntarily expanded from his back and tore his clothes. The world began to reject his existence because there was no way to bear his presence.

He made peace with this rejection.

Even through this rejection, the barrier that protects the world is broken through.

his story.

it's not finished yet.

But his journey in this world has come to an end. This journey was quite complete. The moment he left this world, he seemed to see the light of the future.

The glow of the universe spreads on his wings, like a wisp of fireworks set off in the dark night, or a ray of skylight in the long darkness.

As a black bird.

He can see the future.

So what about the future of this universe?

That's not something he can interfere with. His big brother, or Lord, has already done it.

All these plans are for this matter.

Looking for a future for this universe.

Xuanniao's speed is the fastest in the universe, because it can jump from one point to another in overlapping spaces, so he arrived where he wanted to be in almost a short time.

.

It can't be said that it has arrived.

Maybe it's homecoming.

After countless years, he returned to the place of his birth.

The place where I was really born.

In this world, there are countless palaces, and among these countless palace groups, they start from the east and extend to the west, all the way to the center of the world.

That's the center of the world.

There are two majestic palaces.

The one slightly to the west is the source of all souls in this universe, and that is not where Jon needs to go.

What he needs to go to is another palace.

When he converged his wings and turned into a black stream of light, landing in the center of the hall, he happened to see those few beings sitting on the tall holy works.

They are all his former colleagues.

There are four people here.

Three seats are empty.

"The wise man, the traveler, the master of chess, the mother-in-law of chess."

He greeted them one by one, and the four beings sitting on the holy throne came to their senses only after he mentioned their names.

After all, these people have countless things to do every day, and it is impossible to focus their attention here all the time.

But they were all happy to see Jon.

"Welcome back, Xuanniao, it seems that you have come back with the future. We have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Thank you for your waiting, but where is Aunt Yun?"

"Am I not right behind you?"

A familiar voice came from behind, which made Jon turn his head in surprise.

Sure enough, it was still a familiar face.

Makes people feel at ease.

"aunt."

"Just come back. If you come back, you have met that person, right? How is he?"

"Everything is fine, very smooth."

"This is the answer we want to hear, so take a seat."

The woman known as Aunt Yun held Jon's hand and walked up to the high platform of the Holy See step by step.

Of these seven seats, there is naturally a place for Jon.

In this chaotic universe, there are a total of nine ancestral gods who coexist with chaos. They are supreme and have the authority to maintain the world, but for them, the universe is still too big and there are still too many things.

So in this situation, the Samurai God appeared.

They are not a group of beings who serve the Ancestral God, but are assistants who help the Ancestral God deal with things. As a black bird, Jon was already one of the leaders of this Netherworld when he was not Jon.

, is the close divine attendant of the Ancestral God of Destiny.

The five people sitting next to him are all his colleagues. As for the largest seat that is still empty, it is self-evident who belongs to it.

Sitting on the Holy See proved that he was about to pick up the things he had left behind and start dealing with some problems that might arise.

But this is part of his job.

Although it's still a bit unfamiliar, but...

Just adapt and get used to it.

"Well, Xuanniao, welcome back,"

The glorious holy words came from all around, allowing Xuanniiao to gradually enter the state he was in when he worked here.

But the Holy Word is not finished yet.

In the large and small halls that occupy half of the world, countless figures stood up from their seats and stretched out their hands to caress their chests.

All existences praise together and speak out the supreme reputation that maintains the stability of the world.

"Welcome back."

"The Palace of Destiny."

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