Vol 2 Chapter 1165:

　　 One evening a few days later, Harry, Ron, and Ginny lined up by the fireplace in the kitchen to return to Hogwarts.
　　 For safety reasons, this time the Ministry of Magic arranged this temporary Floo network connection to send the students back to school safely.
The Hogwarts Express seems a little unsafe at this juncture. After all, a train that traverses a small half of England, especially with key figures like Harry Potter, is not the Ministry of Magic that can be relieved. Things.
　　 Since Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill and Fleur all went to work, only Mrs. Weasley sent them.
　　 In fact, Mrs. Weasley shed tears during the parting. Undoubtedly, Mrs. Weasley has been particularly sentimental lately; since Percy rushed out of the house wearing glasses splattered with parsnip root juice on Christmas Day (Fred, George and Ginny all claimed to be her own credit), she has been from time to time Will cry.
　　Percy is back?
　　 It’s not the way everyone imagined, but at least, it makes Harry feel good, but Scrimgeour is not so friendly anymore. This is the first time in his life that Harry was calm and satirized...
　　In other words, a department, an entire authority, or a country...
　　 Oh, sorry, although the Ministry of Magic may represent a country in a sense, as a turning point, Fudge does not seem to have played a good link between the past and the next, even being seized of power?
In any case, a regime that has lost its credibility does not seem to have any representative significance. Even if the new leader is working hard to change, Scrimgeour’s approach still has not changed much. In essence, perhaps Scrim Jie is just a different point of view, and then a little bit more decisive Fudge.
　　 Fanlin got this point from his face, after all, Scrimgeour was a bit more fierce than Fudge.
　　 But these are not that important to Harry. Even if Fanlin had systematically analyzed the status of the Ministry of Magic with him, I don't know how much Harry listened.
　　 Maybe it's because Dumbledore invited Fanlin and Hermione and left him in the Burrow for a few days?
　　 Anyway, this makes Harry a little unhappy, but there are more important things to do right now, such as how to appease a middle-aged woman who is sentimental and may become her mother-in-law?
　　 However, Ginny now has a boyfriend.
　　 Harry’s mood is a bit complicated, if he can...
　　 "Don't cry, Mom," Ginny patted Mrs. Weasley on the back, who was whimpering against her daughter's shoulder. "nothing……"
　　 "Yeah, don't worry about us," Ron asked his mother to kiss him heavily on the cheek. "Don't worry about Percy either. He's a fool. It's really not a loss, is it?"
　　 Mrs. Weasley cried harder when she hugged Harry.
　　 "Assure me that you will take care of yourself... Don't get into trouble..."
　　 Harry can readily accept the first sentence, but the latter sentence... isn't this something often said to Fred and George?
　　 Harry feels that his image should be easily saved...
　　 "I always do, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said. "I like a peaceful life, you know me."
　　 Maybe?
　　 In fact, even Harry himself would have questions of one kind or another.
　　 However, this kind of rhetoric is a bit easier to use than Fred and George. Look, this is credibility...
　　 Mrs. Weasley smiled with tears and stood aside.
　　 "Then behave well, all of you..."
Harry stepped into the emerald flame and shouted, "Hogwarts!" Finally, he glanced briefly at the Weasley kitchen and Mrs. Weasley's teary face, and then was engulfed by the flame; He spun quickly, flashing faintly past the other wizard's rooms, but before he could see clearly, he disappeared; then he started to slow down, and finally stopped firmly in the fireplace of Professor McGonagall's office.
　　 Professor McGonagall barely raised his eyes when he crawled out of the fireplace.
　　 "Good evening, Potter. Please try not to bring the ashes on the carpet."
　　 "Oh, okay, Professor." Harry stood up somewhat restrained, straightened his glasses, wiped his hair, and Ron spun out of the fireplace. After Ginny came out, they left Professor McGonagall's office and walked towards the Gryffindor Tower.
　　 Harry glanced outside as he passed the window in the corridor; the sun had already set on the horizon, and the ground was covered with thicker snow than in the garden of the Burrow. He could see Hagrid feeding Buckbeak from a distance in front of his cabin.
　　 "Joker's stick," Ron said confidently. They had reached the fat lady, her face looked paler than usual, and she was taken aback by Ron's loud voice.
　　 "No," she said.
　　 "What is'no'?"
　　 "Changed a new password," the fat lady said weakly. "And, please don't shout."
　　 "But we went home, how could we—?"
"Hey, Harry! Ginny!" Hermione hurriedly walked over to them, her face flushed, wearing a cloak, hat and gloves, and then there was Fanlin. As you can see, the two of them were still Covered with snow, perhaps due to the lack of people, the corridors of Hogwarts Castle were unusually cold this year.
　　 "We only came back a few hours ago, and I just went to see Hagrid and Buck-I mean Weatherman," she said breathlessly. "Did you have a good Christmas?"
　　 "Yeah," Ron was a little uncomfortable, he seemed to be ignored, so he said immediately, "A lot of things have happened, Rufus Scrim--"
　　 But Hermione obviously didn't intend to take care of him.
　　 "I have something for you, Harry," Hermione neither looked at Ron nor showed that she heard what Ron said. "Oh, wait a minute—password. Quit drinking."
　　 "Right," said the fat lady feebly, opening the portrait to reveal the portrait hole.
　　 "What happened to her?" Harry asked.
　　 "Obviously indulged during Christmas," Fanlin rolled his eyes and took the lead to walk to the crowded common room.
"She and her friend Violet drank all the wine in that painting, the one that was the'Drunken Monk' next to the corridor of the curse classroom downstairs. Anyway..." Hermione continued, watching The two of them were talking about cross talk, but the audience was only Harry.
　　 Hermione rummaged in her pocket for a while and took out a roll of parchment with Dumbledore's writing on it.
　　 "Great," Harry quickly unzipped it, and found that Dumbledore's next class was scheduled for tomorrow night. "I have a lot of things to tell him—and you. Let’s sit down and say—"
　　 But at this moment, there was a loud scream "Wow-wow!", Lavender Brown rushed over to Ron's arms from nowhere. Several people next to each other chuckles.
　　 To be honest, Lavender was a little too enthusiastic, but Ron didn't seem to be comfortable.
But this at least alleviated Ron’s embarrassment of being ignored. In fact, Ron also wanted to understand that Hermione was his good friend. His previous practice, as a boy, was indeed a bit bad, but now, it is clear that He Min holds the initiative.
　　 "Oh, okay, leave them alone." Hermione said quickly, completely ignoring Ron who was feeding Harry dog ​​food.
　　It seems that she also does this often... from the Three Witch Fighting Contest?
　　 "Hey, there is a table here... come here, Ginny?"
　　 "No, thank you, I said I'm going to meet Dean," but Harry couldn't help noticing that her voice was not very enthusiastic. Abandoning Ron and Lavender who were in an upright wrestling match, Fanlin led Hermione and sat down at the empty table.
　　 "How did you two have Christmas?" Harry asked quickly.
　　 "Oh, I'll talk about it later..." Fanlin said with a headache, being chased by a bunch of bone racks, this is not a relaxing entertainment project.
"Compared to this..." Hermione hesitated. Obviously, at least you can't tell Harry about going to the North Pole. It's better to leave it to Fanlin. After all, he is better at this and has concealed them for more than two years. .
　　 "How are you doing at Ginny's house."
　　 "I'll tell you right away," Harry said. "Hermione, can't you—?"
　　 "Yes, I can't," she said flatly. "So don't do it in vain."
　　 "You know, I thought it was a Christmas holiday—" Harry wanted to argue for Ron, but obviously, Hermione didn't plan to let Ron go so simply.
　　 Give Ron a lesson?
　　Please, she is not Ginny. Strictly speaking, Hermione has nothing to do with the Weasleys.
　　 Well, friendship, and now Ron is on the blacklist.
"It's the fat lady who drank a barrel of wine that has been brewed for five hundred years, Harry, it's not me. What important news do you want to tell me?" She looked too fierce, and Harry knew that he didn't argue with her. So he abandoned Ron's topic.
"Okay..." Harry shrugged his shoulders at Fanlin helplessly. It seemed that Harry had decided to give up his plan to help Ron. This is definitely a thankless thing, and in case it is because Well, Harry is being blacklisted by Hermione...
With Hermione’s temper, this is not impossible. On the contrary, Hermione is absolutely capable. If Harry plans to talk to Hermione in the next month, it’s better to give up this kind of nonsense. Consider a sane idea.
　　 "At Ron... I mean, Ginny... Oh, Mrs. Weasley's house..." Harry said a little badly, "Strictly speaking, it's fine."
　　 "Strictly speaking?" Hermione raised her volume. "When did you start talking like this?"
"Hey... it's not a bad thing." Fanlin quickly took over. Hermione's temper has exploded a bit in the past two days. Hermione, who used to be gentle, cute and somewhat sexy, was gone on the path of the mistress , Fanlin could clearly feel the decline of his status.
　　 What did Sirius teach him?
Marriage is the end of love?
　　 What kind of mess is this...
　　 Sirius, the old bachelor, hasn’t even found a decent girlfriend.
　　 Fanlin did not intend to give Hermione the opportunity to continue to sanction him, "So, is there anything special?"
　　 "Oh, there are some." Harry said, "I had a dream."
　　 "About Voldemort?"
　　 "Uh..." Harry hesitated, "I'm not sure..."
　　 "I mean, I didn't see any images of Voldemort in my dreams, but in fact I think..."
　　 "He's there, right, it has something to do with Voldemort?" Fanlin said.
　　 "Oh, yes!" Harry looked at the junior students who had just come in from the outside, as well as Lavender and Ron who had been nibbling together.
　　 "In fact, I feel related to Voldemort. It's real, but very vague."
"Oh, please, this is a certain thing." Fanlin shook his head, "Voldemort can't open his spiritual world to you unsuspectingly, especially after he has suffered a loss and wants to deceive him through you. It’s a difficult thing. In fact, I’m surprised that you can still see the image. So, what is that about?"
"Darkness... I smelled blood, discordant light, and the cry of children, of course, not limited to this." Harry said, "but every time I want to see the hazy picture clearly, Will be pushed out."
　　 "Coming out?"
"I just wake up, my spirit is resisting me doing that. It's dangerous, like putting a... alarm in my head?" Harry tried to describe the feelings, "Oh, yes, I still watch When something gets up, I’m not sure what it is, anyway, I’ll be pushed out as soon as I get close."
　　 "When did it happen?" Fanlin asked.
　　 "Before Christmas, I didn't care about it at the beginning." Harry said, "But, I saw it a few times later. It might be different sometimes, but I can't remember it. It's vague."
　　 "Oh," Fanlin had a headache. He just got out of a pile of junk, and then he fell into another hole?
　　 This is not an interesting life experience. In his life, although Fanlin thought that it might not be smooth sailing, the road before him is absolutely devastated as it is now.
　　 Sometimes it was Dumbledore dug the pit, sometimes it was Harry, Tom Riddle, Death, or some other god?
　　 This is not fun at all.
　　 "What's wrong with you... not feeling well?" Harry asked, "Do you need..."
　　 "Oh, it's okay, I don't have any problems, but some... can Hermione give me some comfort?" Fanlin said shamelessly, and then before Hermione could react, he fell towards Hermione.
　　 It's hard to come by ~EbookFREE.me~ Hermione didn't avoid it, this was a breakthrough.
　　 After having honestly explained everything about the Death God, this is the first time Hermione has let him come so close.
　　 The time for sanctions is over?
　　 Fanlin couldn't help but think happily.
　　 But Harry seemed a little dazed. He could clearly see the impatient emotion on Hermione's face. It was like an accusation. For example, the translation should be that he had never seen such a shameless person.
　　 probably means that, at least with Harry’s head, he can't think of a good explanation.
　　 "I advise you to act like a person or, if you don't want to, I don't mind you using Animagus!" Hermione said coldly, and Fanlin was not moved at all.
　　 "So, what happened to you two...?" Harry swallowed.
　　 "Oh, it doesn't matter, it's just a bit of internal conflicts in the family. It's harmless, harmless..." Fan Lin smiled and sat up, his expression unnatural.
　　 "So, what happened later?"
　　 "What happened later?"
　　 "Of course it's a dream." Fanlin said, after such interruption, they almost forgot what they were discussing before.
　　 "Oh, later..."
　　
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