[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon

I sometimes think that everyone in this world is white or gray, and the only black one is the Death Eaters Voldemort, plus me.

I let Voldemort organize his resurrection plan as if I didn't understand it, and I didn't think about how many families he would shatter in the future. As if I had forgotten the final outcome, I planned everything that was supposed to happen calmly and as if deceiving myself.

As Ollivander said, my wand was trembling, she was questioning her master, and she was questioning herself. Is this really something I'm just obsessed with? Is it really what I want?

I looked at the moonlight on the horizon and twitched the corners of my mouth: "I actually thought that only by actually letting others bleed can they understand what happened and what Harry was facing. Then use this kind of The near bleak situation has won everyone's support for Harry, disdain for the Ministry of Magic, and fear for Voldemort. I want to do this because I don't want my brother to be in a situation that no one knows about. Defeat Voldemort."

Sirius didn't speak, but I knew he was listening: "I hope that his bravery and dedication are known to all, I hope that the Ministry of Magic has no excuses and no ability to cover up the facts that do exist, and I hope that the use of 'finally defeated Voldemort's fact to protect Harry. I hope no one can blame him for his future actions..."

"But at the foundation of it all was fear, bloodshed, and death."

Sirius' voice was light, with a little sigh: "Irina, I always knew what you were thinking."

"Have you always known?"

I turned my head to look at Sirius, he sat next to me, and casually stretched out a hand to pull out a grass, wrapping it in his hand: "This is not a lie, or I used to think so too. of."

"What's the meaning?"

"Everyone had to be there to beat him, the exploits couldn't be known to just a few. Heroes had to be praised and they protected themselves for that exploit."

Sirius' words were a bit more succinct than mine, but I still laughed when I heard it: "But in many cases, nothing happens other than praise."

"Yeah, a baby who has lost everything, a child who is not well protected, an honor that no one knows, a hero who is plagued by rumors, everything happened, is it ridiculous?"

"It's not funny because it's a fact."

"Blood can't change this fact, but if it were me, I would be like you. If blood can't change this fact, then the sadness of the passing of life can be remembered. I would rather let everyone remember the pain at that time, and It's not about forgetting the original hero after ten years."

Sirius's words were very plain, but the murderous aura contained in them made me laugh directly: "I'm wondering if we are the only ones who remember those people from the beginning."

"Yeah, besides family, who else remembers the heroes of the Longbottoms? Who else would go to Harry's parents' graveyard to pay their respects? If only pain and passing can be remembered, I hope people will feel the pain first. , and then understand the hard-won victory."

I looked at the night sky, and the moon was so bright today that I couldn't even see a single star: "I hate myself like this."

"I hate it too, but Irina, there's something I can tell you."

I turned my head to look into his eyes, and saw a sad and eccentric expression in his eyes: "Harry is Voldemort's Horcrux, if Voldemort is going to die, he must kill Harry himself first. ."

...

I forgot!

Holy crap, why did I struggle so much before? Ah? Although it is indeed something that I have been entangled in until now, but when I say this, I am suddenly not entangled in anything! Okay, resurrect, and then kill them all, right?

I think my expression must be very strange, and Sirius even laughed outright: "You don't need this expression, do you?"

"What is this expression?"

"Like hearing about the end of the world and then spending all the money, only to find out that the end of the world was a joke?"

"What kind of description is that!"

Sirius laughed outright, said a few words of apology without any sincerity, and then hugged me: "It's okay, Irina, you are so good."

"What do you mean by good?"

"that is……"

His embrace was very warm. Those things I couldn't feel through the double-sided mirror, breath, body temperature, and the heartbeat that represented life made me feel that Sirius in front of me was alive.

"Yeah, I like it."

I felt as if he rubbed the top of my head with his chin, and after a while he let go: "You guys are about to have curfew, I'll take you back."

He took me by the hand and took me back to school, and I could feel him watching me step into Hogwarts, and then when I felt my sight disappear, I turned my head and the man at the school gate was nowhere to be seen .

"Irina."

"Well, I'm fine."

I smiled at Harry who was waiting for me at the school gate: "How is the Golden Egg Research Site?"

"It's okay, a little bit tragic."

Harry rubbed his ears and smiled: "I think you're a lot more relaxed, should you be fine now?"

He never asked me about my mood, but I knew he cared about me. Showing a smile to the growing teenager, I definitely nodded: "It's alright."

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After the first project, I could feel that the Hogwarts students began to feel the same sense of trust in Harry. As for my words...I'm used to being called "that Hufflepuff" or "that woman" anyway.

What is it like to be one step away from uknowwho? I think it's a cool experience.

In December, it started to snow at Hogwarts again. Rita didn't make it up, or she tried to make the report as exaggerated and realistic as possible, and then, like I said, put my existence on the ground. Blur and then highlight others.

People don't really care about me not being well reported. It's not the newspapers that make us care, it's—

"Yes, Christmas ball, you need a partner, Irina."

"But I'm not going to the Christmas ball."

Professor Sprout and I stared at each other for a while before I heard her scream, "What? You're not going to go! No way, all the warriors are going to the Christmas ball, and they need the opening dance! "

"Excuse me dear professor, I'm really not going to participate..."

"no!"

This is the first time I have seen Professor Sprout so boldly press my signature to stay in school, and then stare at me during the Hufflepuff dance literacy class that starts in my spare time, I am afraid One inadvertently I ran away.

"You must have done something terrible."

Linda looked at me sympathetically, not at all surprised by Professor Sprout's behavior: "You still want to go home after Professor McGonagall said she was going to put her hair down and have fun?"

"I said to Sirius to see you at Christmas."

I rubbed my temples with some headache: "Then I don't give him face by staying in school now."

"Hey, it would be nice if the dance partner was that Blake, right?"

"That's not what it meant either."

I shook my head, Cedric couldn't catch a strong man--you must know that when he knew about the Christmas ball, he gave me an X with both hands, and rushed to Ravenclaw to set up an autumn dance partner. Mikhail and Lilia, Harry's words...

"Can two warriors go to the dance together?"

I stopped the trio deeply, and then saw Harry shaking his head frantically: "Irina, please let me go, I invited Hermione."

"How come I don't know what happened!"

Ron stunned and said, "This is too fast!"

"cough……"

Hermione pulled her hair together and said uncomfortably, "Irina, do you lack a dance partner?"

"It's not a question of whether I'm lacking, it's a question of whether anyone dares to be my dance partner. Ron, or..."

"No!"

Seeing Ron reaching out and hugging himself in horror, I shook my head: "Come on, let's see, that's it."

"Then Irina, you are really, come on."

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth and finished saying this, and suddenly remembered something and said: "By the way, I remember you and Krum have a good relationship?"

"Good idea! You know I can only fool Beauxbatons and Durmstrang who don't know about it now!"

Harry watched his sister leave happily, then turned his head to see Hermione and Ron's expressions of horror: "Irina wouldn't want to extend the exercise to Durmstrang and Beauxbatons!"

"Don't think about it, that's the possibility."

Ron's expression was dull, and he took a deep breath: "Then I'm going to find a dance partner quickly!"

When I got to the library, I found a classmate Krum who was a drunkard who didn't want to drink. I raised my eyebrows and looked at the international superstar in front of me, a little bit amused: "The reason for rejecting me is to invite Hermione?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"It's not impossible."

I glanced at him meaningfully, turned around and waved at him: "You will know when you go, you have been planted in the hands of my family for the rest of your life."

How big is Hogwarts, is there no one of my dance partners? I touched my chin and stopped halfway, looking at the Weasley twins around the corner...

Alright, that's one of you, let's talk about financing by the way at the prom!

The author has something to say:

The dance partner is George, for catching the strong man [Hey

I think the male protagonist is quite obvious... Well, it's the one you think, and in my opinion, the ending is HE, both are alive =. =