HP Approaches the Magical World

There was a moment of shuddering silence, and the people froze in horror. Immediately, there was an overwhelming uproar around Harry, shouts, cheers, and growls. The bright rays of the rising sun shone through the windows, and people rushed towards him, yelling, Ron and Hermione first, and their arms wrapped around him, their incomprehensible yelling almost His ears were deafened. Then came Ginny, Neville, and Luna, and the Weasleys with Hagrid, Kingsley, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout. Everyone was yelling, and Harry couldn't make out a word, couldn't tell whose hand was tugging at him, pulling him, desperately trying to hug a part of him. Hundreds of people were pushing forward, all wanting to touch the Boy Who Lived, because of him, the nightmare was finally over——

The sun was rising over Hogwarts, and the Great Hall was filled with the light of life. Harry was an integral part of the emotional outpouring of mourning and celebration, sorrow and joy. . . Everyone expected Harry to be with them, he was their leader and symbol, their savior and guide, and no one seemed to suspect that he was up all night, or that he longed to be alone with some of them. He had to talk to the families of the victims, hold their hands, witness their tears, accept their thanks, and listen to the news from all directions in the morning: people under the Imperius Curse gradually returned to normal across the country, eating death Some of the gangsters escaped and some were caught. At the same time, the innocent prisoners of Azkaban were released, and Kingsley Shacklebolt was appointed as the interim Minister of Magic...

They moved Voldemort's body to a room outside the Great Hall, away from Fred, Tonks, Lupine, Colin Creevey, and the fifty others who had died fighting him. McGonagall put the house table back in its place, but no one was seated according to the house: everyone was huddled together in disorder, teachers and students, ghosts and parents, centaurs and house-elves. As Firenze recuperates in a corner, Gropp peers through a smashed window as food is thrown into his laughing mouth. Moments later, 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, a bubble snot monster!" Everyone who heard it turned their heads to look, and Harry quickly put the invisibility cloak on his body and stood up. stand up.

Walking in the aisle between the tables, Harry saw the Malfoy family of three huddled together, seemingly wondering if they were supposed to be there, but no one paid them any attention. Harry saw family reunions everywhere. Finally, he saw the two people he most longed to be together.

"It's me," he whispered, crouching down between them, "will you come with me?"

They stood up immediately, and he, Ron, and Hermione left the Great Hall together. The marble staircase was missing many pieces, part of the railing was missing, and every few steps were met with rubble and blood.

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

We're victorious, Potter is the hero,

Voldemort is finished, everyone has a carnival!

"It's a grand and tragic scene, doesn't it?" said Ron, pushing open a door to let Harry and Hermione through.

joy will come,

Harry knew, but at the moment exhaustion stifled joy, and with every few steps the pain of losing Fred, Lupine, and Tonks was as sharp as a physical wound. He just felt relieved and longed for a good night's sleep. But first he needed to explain to Ron and Hermione that they had been by his side so faithfully for so long that they should know the truth by now. He described exactly what he saw in the Pensieve and what happened in the Forbidden Forest. Before the two companions had time to express their shock and surprise, they arrived. I walked all the way here just now, but no one mentioned this destination.

The stone beast guarding the entrance to the headmaster's office had been knocked aside since Harry's last visit. It lay crooked, looking slightly knocked out, and Harry wondered if it would still understand the password.

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

"Please." The stone beast hummed.

They climbed over it, up a spiral stone staircase that slowly ascended like an escalator. At the top, Harry pushed the door open.

He had just caught a glimpse of the Pensieve still on the table as he had left it when there was a deafening noise that made him cry out, thinking he was under a spell, or that the Death Eaters had returned, or that Voldemort had returned from the dead. it's -

It turned out to be cheers. On the surrounding walls, all the previous Hogwarts Heads and Heads stood up and applauded Harry, some of them waving hats, some wigs, rushing back and forth between the picture frames, shaking hands tightly with each other. They jump up and down on the chair in the painting, Dai Lisi Devonte weeps openly, Dexter Fusco flicks his earpiece vigorously, Phineas Nigellus uses the He yelled in a high-pitched screech: "Please note that Slytherin house plays a role too! Don't forget our contribution!"

But Harry's eyes were only on the largest portrait behind the headmaster's chair: tears streaming from behind half-moon lenses into his long, silvery-white beard, a face as proud and grateful as the song of a phoenix, Soothes Harry's heart.

Finally, Harry held up both hands, and all the portraits fell respectfully silent, wiping their eyes and smiling, eagerly waiting for him to speak. But his words were addressed to Dumbledore, and he chose his words with extra care. Exhausted and dim-eyed as he was, he had to try again, for one last piece of advice.

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

"My dear boy, I agree," said Dumbledore, and the other portraits looked puzzled and curious. "It was a decision of great wisdom and courage, but I am not surprised that you would do so." .Does anyone else know where it fell?"

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

"I'd like to keep Ignotus' present, though," said Harry, and Dumbledore smiled.

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

"and this."

Harry held up the Elder Wand, and Ron and Hermione looked at it with awe in their eyes, something Harry, despite his sleep deprivation and light head, was aware of and disliked.

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

"What?" said Ron loudly. "Are you out of your mind?"

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

He fumbled in the leather pouch around his neck and pulled out the holly wand, broken in two and held together only by thin phoenix feathers. Hermione had said it was too damaged to be repaired. He knew that if the following trick didn't work, it would be completely hopeless.

He put the broken wand on the Headmaster's desk, touched it with the tip of the Elder Wand, and said, "Restored as before."

When the wand was reattached, red sparks burst from the tip. Harry knew it was a success. He picked up the holly and phoenix-feather wand, feeling a sudden warmth in his fingers, as if wand and hand were rejoicing in their reunion.

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

He told Dumbledore, who watched him with love and admiration, "Just let it stay there.

If I die normally like Ignotus, his power will be destroyed, won't it? The previous master can never be defeated again. It's over. "

Dumbledore nodded, and they smiled at each other.

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

"I think Harry's right," said Hermione softly.

"This wand has caused more trouble than it's worth," said Harry, "and, to be honest."

He turned away from the portraits.

"I've had enough troubles in my life."

After he left, Jon came out.

"The matter is over."

He looked at Dumbledore's portrait and said so.

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

"I have already communicated that the International Statute of Secrecy will be completely abolished at the next meeting. After the end of tonight, a new change will take place in the UK. 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 world, and maybe you and Grindelwald will know it there."

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

"I will wait for Kingsley to succeed the Minister of Magic and see how the new policy will be 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 released all over the world, maybe you can buy a copy and have a look."

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

"This kind of situation will not happen. Without external force, internal drive becomes extremely important. When most people become wizards, if you are not a wizard, then you are born into a predicament. This situation It is unacceptable to the vast majority of people, not to mention that they are not unable to become wizards, as long as they want to, they can also become wizards, this service, my company is free of charge."

"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, expressing his goodwill with the previous headmasters of Hogwarts.

"Then maybe we'll see each other in the future, and I'll be leaving soon, bye, everyone."

"Where are you going?"

Dumbledore asked.

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

Jon seemed to have suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said to Dumbledore, "Professor McGonagall is a good choice to be the headmaster?"

"Of course, I will always trust Minerva."

"They've already gone to prepare Snape's portrait, I made some disguises for Snape, he and Filch... it's good to let them go for a walk, maybe they will make the choice they want , whether it is accepting new students or finding a new place to live.”

"None of this has anything to do with us, they just have to choose."

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

Jon turned around and walked out of the principal's room.

Professor McGonagall soon became the headmaster of Hogwarts. In the reform of Hogwarts, such a headmaster is indeed needed to preside over the overall situation.

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

"I think, anyway, parting is inevitable, at least we still have a choice in this matter, don't we?"

Although it will never come back this time, it is 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 ancestors." The key, I entrust it to you for safekeeping, and I trust that you will find a good successor."

"Not 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 great enough. Besides, the way our family is connected with our ancestors is so important. One is entrusted to the school, when she and her friends founded Hogwarts in the past, she hoped that the school would become better and better, and 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.

"There is also the headmaster's secretary. I am afraid that you, like Professor Binns, will be the lifelong secretary of Hogwarts."

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

Then there is no other problem.

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

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back if I leave this time. I have a letter here, and I'd like to ask you to hand it to Hermione."

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

"It's not necessary. As a teacher, I'm not very responsible. I haven't taught her too many useful things. I won't bother her at this time. I'm afraid she will cry. Just now, Professor Sprout cried a lot. I It’s still, somewhat uncomfortable.”

He turned and left without nostalgia.

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

Simply too kind.

Standing on the surface of the deep blue sea, he bid farewell to the will of the world.

"So, I'm leaving?"

"It's easy to leave, don't worry, nothing will happen here, everything is under our control, or, this thing should have happened in this world, but you ahead of time for his occurrence."

"Then I don't worry. 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.

In the next moment, his wings involuntarily swelled from his back, tearing his clothes, and the world began to reject his existence, because there was no way to bear his existence.

He is at ease with this rejection.

Even through this kind of repulsion, the barrier that protects the world has been broken through.

his story.

it's not finished yet.

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

The glow of the universe spread on his wings, like a ray of fireworks ignited in the dark night, or, a little light from the sky in the long darkness.

As a mysterious bird.

He can see into the future.

So what about the future of this universe?

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

All these plans are for this matter.

For this universe, look for a future.

The speed of Xuanniao is the fastest in this universe, because it can jump from one point to another in overlapping spaces, so in a short period of time, he came to the place he wanted to come to .

It cannot be said that it has come.

Or maybe it's home.

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

The place where it was really born.

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

There is the center of this world.

There are two majestic halls.

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 retracted his wings, turned into a black streamer, and landed in the center of the hall, he happened to see those beings sitting on top of the tall holy work.

All his former colleagues.

There are four people here.

There are three seats vacant.

"Wise man, walker, master chess watcher, mother-in-law."

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

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

But seeing Jon, they were all happy.

"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 long wait, but where is Aunt Yun?"

"Aren't I 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.

Reassuring.

"aunt."

"It's good to come back. If you come back, you have seen that one, right? How is he?"

"Everything is fine, very smooth."

"That's the answer we want to hear, so take your seats."

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

These seven seats naturally have a place for Jon.

In this chaotic universe, there are a total of nine ancestor 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 under such circumstances, the Samurai God appeared.

They are not a group of existences serving the ancestor gods, but assistants to help the ancestor gods deal with things. As the mysterious bird, Jon, he was already one of the masters of this dark world when he was not Jon. , is the personal attendant of the ancestor god of destiny.

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

Sitting on the Holy Throne proves that he will start to pick up the affairs that he has put down and start to deal with some problems that may arise.

But that was one of his jobs.

Although still a little unaccustomed, however.

Just get used to it.

"So, Xuanniao, welcome back,"

Brilliant holy words came from around him, making Xuanniao gradually enter into the state he used to work here.

It's just that the Word hasn't 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 the beings praised together, and jointly uttered the supreme reputation of maintaining the stability of the world of the heavens.

"Welcome back."

"The Palace of Destiny."

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