HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

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

He doesn't seem fit to be cared for right now, especially when people think his situation is weird.

He wanted to be alone.

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

These things are like a cycle that happens to different people, him, Harry or someone else, and it's not so much an emotion as it is growing pains.

So he cast a spell on Harry.

Casting magic without a wand doesn't look so cool, I have to say, this kind of spellcasting is really convenient.

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

This is a kind of memory magic. It is not to extract memory from a person, but to spy on the person's current emotions. After taking this emotion, he will give this thing to Joanne. Recently, Joanne is the most The important thing is to write a book.

The Harry Potter biography, which he intends to wait until after it's all over, and there's a few nitty-gritty things to deal with until then.

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, he has enough patience 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 Cottage.

Harry went to the door as fast as he could and pulled it open, and before Hagrid could finish saying goodbye, he was out into the sunshine and down the grass.

As he passed, people called out to him again.

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

A few days ago, before his exams were over, he saw the image Voldemort had planted in his mind, and he was willing to give almost anything to let the entire wizarding world know that he was telling the truth, to convince them that Voldemort had Came back and believed he was neither a liar nor a madman.

But now...

He took a short walk around the lake, then sat down on the bank, hiding behind tangled bushes to avoid the eyes of passers-by.

He stared at the sparkling lake, lost in thought.

He wanted to be alone, probably because since talking to Dumbledore he had felt isolated, cut off from everyone else.

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

He's -- he's always been -- a marked man.

And he never really understood what that meant.

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

The loss of Sirius was so intense, so clear, that he didn't have the nerves to feel the fear.

The sun was shining now, and with the laughing crowds gathered in the grounds around him, he felt he was far away from them, as if he belonged to two entirely different worlds.

Even so, he still finds it hard to believe that, as he sits there, his life must end as a murderer.

After a long time, he was still sitting there, staring at the water, trying not to think about his godfather, not to remember that just across the river from where he was facing, Sirius once bravely resisted a hundred Dementors and exhausted.

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

He got up and went back to the castle, wiping the tears from his face with his sleeve as he walked.

...

Ron and Hermione were discharged from hospital in full recovery three days before term ended.

Hermione always wanted to mention Sirius, and whenever she said his name, Ron would stop with a "hush" sound.

Harry still didn't know if he wanted to talk about his godfather; his thoughts were always changing with his mood.

But one thing was clear to him: as sad as he was feeling now, when he returned to Privet Drive in a few days' time, he would miss Hogwarts terribly.

Although he now knew the reason why he went back there every summer, he still didn't feel more fond of the place.

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

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

She appeared to have sneaked out of the hospital at dinner time, and it was obvious that she wanted to slip away unnoticed.

But unfortunately, she met Peeves on the way, and Peeves seized this last chance just after listening to Fred's words.

Joyfully stopped Umbridge ahead, taking turns hitting her hard with a cane and a sock full of chalk.

Many students ran into the porch to see her fleeing, and the deans tried half-heartedly to stop them.

In fact, Professor McGonagall made only a few feeble protests before sitting back behind the desk and regretting that she couldn't deliver Umbridge herself because Peeves had borrowed her crutches.

It was the last evening of the term, and many people had packed their bags and were heading down to the end-of-term farewell party, but Harry hadn't packed their things yet.

"Let's clean it up tomorrow!"

Ron waited 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 right away.

What he hates the most is attending a farewell banquet.

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

Harry took a few rumpled robes from the bottom of the trunk to make room for the neatly folded clothes.

He found a poorly wrapped packet in one corner of the box.

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

He bent down, pulled it out from under his tracksuit, and studied it carefully.

It didn't take him long to realize what it was, given to him by Sirius, inside the front door of 12 Grimmauld Place.

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

Harry plopped down on his own bed and opened the packet.

It was a small square mirror, a bit old and of course dirty.

Harry held it up to his eyes and saw himself in the mirror looking back at him. He turned the mirror over, and there was a scrawl on the reverse, left by Sirius.

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

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

In the past, when James and I were not together, we used this to connect.

Harry's heart began to pound rapidly.

He remembered seeing his dead parents in the Mirror of Erised four years ago, he could talk to Sirius again, and he knew it right away—he looked around to see if anyone else was there: the whole The dormitory was empty. His eyes fell on the mirror again, and he held it up to his eyes with trembling hands, calling loud and clear: "Sirius."