HP Magic Biography

The atmosphere was very embarrassing...

As a result, even Fanlin, who was standing behind Ron, felt a little fidgety.

Ron flushed, and Hermione stepped back a little, but it was useless.

Harry almost wanted to slap the door in the faces of them, but he calmed down as the door opened. The scene just now shattered like soap bubbles.

For a while, it was like returning to Dumbledore's funeral.

He said something to Ginny, and all the reasons why he couldn't be with Ginny came up.

He had no time or energy at all right now... If something happened with Ginny... Harry would definitely go crazy.

Besides, Ron and Mrs. Weasley...

Harry's head moved quickly. He looked at Ginny and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, but Ginny turned his back to him.

He thought maybe she couldn't help crying this time. But Harry couldn't comfort Ginny at all in front of Ron.

"See you later," Harry said helplessly, and then followed Fanlin and the others out of the house.

Ron strode down the stairs in front, through the still crowded kitchen, and into the courtyard. Harry had been following him quickly, while Fanlin and Hermione trot after them. To be honest, it made the two of them. Feeling a little panicked.

Ron behaved too abnormally, especially with regard to Harry and Ginny.

As soon as he got behind the freshly mowed lawn, Ron couldn't wait to start going around Harry in circles.

"You killed her, what are you doing now, wasting her youth?" Ron said loudly, looking a little indignant.

That was his sister, and Ron happened to know Harry Potter and of course what they were going to do.

It can be said that ten years? Twenty years?

This is something no one can be sure of.

"I'm not wasting her youth," Harry opened his mouth and Hermione chased after him.

"Ron..."

But Ron raised his hand to tell her not to speak.

"She was really sad when you asked to break up..."

"Me too, you know why I broke up, that's not what I want." Harry said angrily.

"Yes, but now you are teasing her again, giving her hope again..."

"She's not an idiot, she knows it's impossible, she didn't expect the two of us to finally...get married, or..." Harry said, and Ginny in a white wedding dress came to mind. A wedding scene with a tall and hated unknown man. At that moment he suddenly realized: her future freedom is not hindered, and his is...nothing but Voldemort.

"If you come to tease her every time you have a chance, then..." Ron opened his mouth, but in the end he would be discouraged.

"Not next time," Harry said cruelly. Although the weather was cloudless, he didn't think he could see the slightest sunlight. "Okay?"

"But, have any of you asked Ginny what she thinks? She knows what she wants to do..."

"So?" Ron asked, "Can we do nothing? You don't care, because...well, I..."

"Maybe we work harder..." Fanlin tried to say, "This is not impossible."

"Really impossible?" Harry repeated, not knowing whether the words were doubtful or affirmative. In short, this birthday made Harry feel a little bad.

Ginny never tried to be alone with Harry that day, nor did they show any deviant behavior in her bedroom.

However, the arrival of Charlie gave Harry relief.

Mrs. Weasley was distracted to pay attention to Charlie, seated him in a chair, threatened to wave her wand, and told him it was time for a haircut.

Harry’s birthday dinner was so large that it would squeeze the Burrow’s kitchen, and several tables had been placed in the garden before the arrival of Charlie, Lupin, Tonks and Hagrid, and Sirius.

Fred and George used magic to burn big "7s" on several purple lanterns and hung them above the guests' heads.

Thanks to Mrs. Weasley's care, George's wound has now been cleaned, but Harry is still not used to the black hole on the side of his head, and the twins are joking about it.

Hermione used her wand to conjure many purple and gold ribbons, which hung affectionately among the branches and bushes.

"Perhaps you want to design your own..." Fanlin said with emotion. With the last magic of the magic wand, Hermione turned the leaves of the hawthorn tree into gold.

"Let's talk about it!" Hermione said nonchalantly, but she seemed a little pleased.

"Hey, what do you mean, what do you want to do?"

"You care about me, if you have time to circle me around here, you might as well help me!"

"My pleasure, ma'am!" Fanlin said, as the wand waved, the crystal clear ice crystals were like diamonds dotted on luxurious clothes.

"Look at them two?" Ron muttered, "It's like his own..."

"Oh, I think it's great, and I don't mind." Harry suddenly understood, he knew what Ron wanted to say, and he also...

Harry met Ginny's gaze, and immediately Harry smiled at her, then remembered his promise to Ron, and hurriedly talked with Mr. Delacour.

"Borrow! Borrow!" yelled Mrs. Weasley. She walked into the garden, and in front of her was a huge golden snitch, the size of a beach ball. Soon Harry realized that it was his birthday cake.

Mrs. Weasley suspended it in the air with a magic wand, which was much safer than holding it across uneven ground. When the cake landed safely in the middle of the table, Harry said, "This is amazing, Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh, it's nothing, dear," Mrs. Weasley said gratifyingly. Ron over her shoulder gave Harry a thumbs up, his mouth shape seemed to say "Good job!"

At seven o'clock, all the guests arrived. Fred and George stood at the end of the path, waiting to greet the guests and bring them into the house.

To appear solemn, Hagrid put on his best terrible brown fur coat.

This makes Fanlin always have a question, is he not hot to stump Hagrid?

Then Hagrid walked over, and Fanlin changed some ice cubes and gave it to him, which made Hagrid enjoy it.

But compared to Hagrid, Lupin made Harry a little bit concerned. Although he kept smiling when shaking hands with Harry, Harry still felt that he was not very happy.

It was so strange that Tonks, who was standing next to Lupin, was full of spring breeze, which became a sharp contrast.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" she said, giving Harry a tight hug.

"Seventeen years old, hey!" Hagrid said, taking a glass of wine the size of a wooden barrel that Fred had handed over. "We realize that it's been six years now, Harry, do you remember?"

"Almost," Harry raised his head and smiled at him. "Didn't you just smash the front door and let Dudley grow a pig's tail and tell me that I am a wizard?"

"Oh, I have forgotten the details," Hagrid smiled triumphantly. "How are you, Fan Lin Hermione, and Ron?"

"We are fine," Hermione said, "how are you?"

"Ah, not bad. I've been busy, we have a few newly born unicorns again. I will show you when you come back..."

Ok……

This sentence is destined to disappoint Hagrid. Fanlin and the others have determined that they will not return to school, at least, until Dumbledore returns...

Speaking of which, Fanlin remembered the dream he had had before.

In fact, Fanlin has very few dreams, and mental fatigue can easily cause the wizard to fall asleep. Of course, considering his age, there are some other dreams, but it is about reality...

Pilgrimage, and Dumbledore...

This is really strange, which makes Fanlin feel a little uneasy.

"Here, Harry..." Hagrid interrupted aloud, "Actually, I can't think of anything to give you, but I think of this."

As Hagrid spoke, he took out a small pocket tied with a fluffy string. The pocket was tied with a string, which had obviously been worn around his neck for a long time.

"A small bag made of donkey skin. Don't even want to take the stuff in it except the owner. It's rare!"

"Hagrid, thank you so much!"

"You're welcome!" Hagrid shook a hand the size of a trash can. "Charlie is here too! I have always liked him... Hey! Charlie!"

Charlie walked over and touched his terrible new hairstyle with an annoyed hand.

Mrs. Weasley’s custom model...

Globally limited, only those present can purchase...

Charlie is shorter than Ron, has a short stature, and has many burns and scratches on his muscular arms.

"Hi, Hagrid, how are you doing?"

"It's been a long time, how is Nobo?" Hagrid asked, "You should have been taking care of it, I just sent it to him some time ago, but I didn't see you, you know, now School is not very convenient."

"Nobo?" Charlie laughed. "That Norwegian Ridgeback? Now we call her Noberta."

"So... Nobo is actually a female dragon?"

"Oh, yes." Charlie said.

"How did you know?" Hermione asked inexplicably. In fact, Oviparous...Hermione had seen Noble several times, but couldn't tell the difference. At that time Noble was too young.

"Because the mother is more fierce." Charlie said pointedly.

He turned his head and looked back, then lowered his voice: "I hope my father will come back soon and my mother will be in a hurry!"

Everyone went to see Mrs. Weasley. She was constantly glancing at the door, and at the same time talking diligently with Mrs. Delacour.

"I think we'd better start without waiting for Arthur." Weasley said after watching it a few more times. "He must be delayed...oh!"

Everyone saw it: a ray of light flew over the yard and landed on the table, then transformed into a silver weasel, stood back, and said in Mr. Weasley's voice: "The Minister of Magic will come back with me."

Immediately, the patron saint disappeared into the thin air, and the Furong family stared at the place where it disappeared in shock.

"We can't stay here," Lupin said immediately, "Harry... I'm sorry... I'll explain to you when I have time..."

He grabbed Tonks by the hand and pulled her away, and they climbed over the fence and disappeared from sight. Mrs. Weasley was a little puzzled.

"Minister? But why?...I don't understand..." But there was no time to discuss this. After a second, Mr. Weasley appeared outside the gate from the thin air, followed by Rufus Skran. Jie, with a symbolic gray hair.

What Dumbledore explained?

Van Lin remembered that Dumbledore once told him that where some of Dumbledore's things were placed in Scrimgeour, he would pass it on.

Perhaps Scrimgeour knew that Dumbledore was short of time, but no one had expected that Dumbledore was an activist.

The two who had just arrived strode across the yard, towards the lantern-lit table in the garden.

Everyone sat there without saying a word, watching them get closer and closer.

When Scrimgeour walked into the lantern's aperture, Harry found that he looked much older than when he saw him last time, and his dry face was covered with frost.

"Sorry to disturb you," Scranger limped to an empty seat at the table, "especially when I knew I was an unexpected guest." His eyes stopped for a moment on the giant golden snitch cake. "Bless you from the bottom of my heart."

"Thank you." Harry said. "I want to speak to you alone." Scranger continued, "and Mr. Ronald Weasley, Miss Hermione Granger, and Mr. Veryn Eyre."

"Us?" Ron said in surprise, "Why are there still us?"

"I will tell you when there is no one." Scranger said, "Is there a place to speak alone?" He asked Mr. Weasley.

"Of course there is," said Mr. Weasley, who looked nervous, "Uh, living room, why not use the living room?"

"You can lead us," Scranger said to Ron. "You don't need to be with us, Arthur."

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The five were silent, this was not a pleasant conversation.

Scranger should have known the news that the four of them were planning to drop out of Hogwarts. When they walked through the chaotic kitchen and into the living room of the Burrow, Scranger kept silent. Although the garden is full of soft golden light, the living room is very dark.

After entering, Fanlin tapped his magic wand to light the oil lamp, and this shabby but cozy room was immediately illuminated.

Scranger slumped into the armchair Mr. Weasley used to sit in, while several of them squeezed into the sofa.

As soon as they sat down, Scrimgeour spoke. "I have a few questions to ask the four of you. I think it's better to say it one-on-one. Maybe the three of you." He pointed to Van Linh, Hermione and Harry. Nader began to ask."

"I'm sorry, we're not going anywhere," Fanlin refused immediately, and Hermione nodded again. "In fact, there are not many choices left to you,"

"Either you talk with a few of us, or don't talk at all."

Scranger gave Fanlin a cold look with a scrutiny gaze.

This gave Fanlin an illusion...

The Minister seemed to be tearing his face with him in the next second.

However, considering the status quo of the Ministry of Magic, nothing seemed to be able to support Scrimgeour's full confidence.

"Okay, then, let's talk together." He shrugged and cleared his throat. "I'm here, as you know, because of Mr. Abs Dumbledore's will. Please use the latest to read this site. domain name