Vol 2 Chapter 1238:

In a refreshing blue morning light, Fanlin was walking on a mountain road.
Under the distant mountain, the shadow of a small town was shrouded in the mist, like a holy tower for studying. Everyone who is hungry for answers has embarked on this road.
Suddenly, when the picture changed, Fanlin returned to the North Pole. He saw Dumbledore's pale corpse. It should be said... It was the soul, stepping into the black tomb...
Many times, Fanlin wanted to call Dumbledore back, but this was simply impossible.
Dumbledore's figure went further and further away, in amazement...
"Hermione, what are you doing?" Rubbing his eyes, Fanlin turned over. Considering that the Burrow couldn't hold so many people, it was natural that Fanlin asked to move out and took Hermione.
Since Fanlin had already assumed the responsibility of an adult, Mrs. Weasley had to let him go. As for Harry and Ron, they would stay in the Burrow honestly.
"Present to Harry...today is his birthday!" Hermione said, "Don't you forget Harry's birthday?"
"Haha, how is it possible...emmm...how about a new cloak?"
"I think he might not want this... You just forgot?"
"Oh, well, it looks like this." Fanlin said annoyedly, "So, you..."
"I'm helping you prepare, and I think we need to send it over."
"What is this?" Fanlin looked at the box in his hand.
"A bottle of lucky potion, if you didn't mark it wrong." Hermione said, "By the way, did you understand?"
"I have had a good exchange with Professor Slughorn. Before leaving, although I think this is useless, it's a bit metaphysical, but just this..."
at the same time……
"Hey, get up!"
Harry opened his eyes reluctantly. He was still lying on the camping bed in Ron’s messy attic hut. Thinking of the preparations for the wedding, he felt a little painful, but he didn’t want to have anything with Fanlin. Hermione moved out, he likes it here, and Ginny is here.
By the way, is this a bit explicit?
At this time, the sun has not yet risen, and the room is still very dark. Little Pig Owl buried his head between his little wings and was still asleep. The scar on Harry's forehead prickled.
"What do you keep muttering when you sleep?"
"Yes... is it?"
"Yeah,'Grigovic,' you keep saying the word'Grigovic.'"
Harry didn't wear glasses, Ron's face looked a little fuzzy.
"Who is Grigovic?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"How did I know that you said that name!" Harry thought while rubbing his forehead. He vaguely felt that he had heard this name before, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.
"I just think Voldemort is looking for him."
"A poor fellow again," Ron said sincerely.
Harry sat up, stroking the scars, and now he was fully awake. He tried to recall the scene in his dream, but the only thing he could remember was the undulating horizon of the mountains and the silhouette of the village surrounded by deep valleys. "I think he is abroad."
"Who? Grigovich?"
"It's Voldemort. I think he's looking for Grigovich somewhere abroad. It's not like a place in England."
"Do you think you are in his brain again?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Please, don't tell Hermione..." Harry said. "She doesn't want me to see those things in my dreams..."
Harry raised his head and stared at the piggy cage, thinking about...Why is the name Grigovich so familiar?
"I think," he said slowly, "maybe it has something to do with the Quiche game. There must be some connection, but I can't think of... can't think of what it is."
"Quidditch game?" Ron said. "Didn't you think of Gergovic?"
"Who?"
"Dragmir Gergovic, the chaser who transferred to Charlie Artillery with a record-breaking transfer fee two years ago! He was still the record holder for steals that season."
"Oh, no, no, no!" Harry shook his head quickly, "I am definitely not thinking of Grigovich. I will ask Fanlin secretly later, maybe he will know."
"Oh, then Hermione might know it too, but I don't think it's the chaser," Ron said, "but, anyway, happy birthday to you!"
"Wow... Yeah, I forgot! I'm seventeen years old!" Harry picked up the wand on the side of the camping bed, pointed to the messy desk with his glasses, and said, "The glasses fly! "
Uh...Although those things are only a foot away from him, watching them suddenly fly over and stop just where they are just about to poke his eyes can produce great satisfaction.
For an instant, Harry felt an overwhelming joy. In fact, he had always envied Fanlin's ability to use magic unscrupulously, no matter where he was.
However, that was because Fanlin's wand was destroyed once, and the re-made wand was made by Nicholas and Fanlin. It was impossible for people from the Ministry of Magic to participate.
But now, he can also use magic, right?
"Pretty!" Ron cheered immediately.
Harry, who was immersed in joy, made everything in Ron's room fly all over the sky, awakened the pig, and flapped his wings excitedly in the cage. Harry even tried to tie his shoes with magic, and deliberately turned the orange uniform in Ron's Charlie-Artillery poster into light blue.
"If I use my hands," Ron suggested, he snickered, and Harry soon realized he had something to say.
"This is a gift for you, just open it here, but I can't let my mother see it."
"Is it a book?" Harry took the rectangular package in surprise. It seemed that only Hermione could do things like sending books in his impression.
Ron's brain watts?
"It's not the same as those orthodox books, isn't it?" Harry tried to ask
"This is different from the book you usually read." Ron said, "This is an absolute classic. "The Twelve Examples of Chasing Girls" can tell you everything about girls. If I had read this book last year , Lavender and I won’t... well, anyway, Fred and George gave me a transcript. I learned a lot from it. You’ll be surprised to find that it’s not all about teaching you to use a magic wand. Acting."
Harry accepted Ron's gift with joy.
When they came to the kitchen, the table was full of gifts. Mr. Bill and Mr. Delacour almost finished their breakfast. Mrs. Weasley stood by the frying pan and chatted with them.
"Arthur asked me to wish you a happy seventeenth birthday for him, Harry." Mrs. Weasley said happily. "He has to go to work early, but he will be back at dinner. The one on top is us. A gift for you."
Harry sat down and took the square package she was pointing at and opened it. Inside was a watch. It was exactly the same as the one given to Ron by the Weasleys when he was seventeen. The case was gold and the dial had a star-shaped hand.
"According to tradition, a wizard will give him a watch when he grows up," Mrs. Weasley looked at him a little nervously by the stove. "But this watch is probably not as new as the one for Ron. In fact, it is. My brother Fabian’s watch, he always doesn’t take care of his own things. There may be a small notch on the back cover, but..."
Her words stopped because Harry stood up and hugged her. He put a lot of emotions that could not be expressed in words into this hug, maybe she also understood, when Harry let go of her, she patted Harry awkwardly on the cheek, and then flicked her magic wand. , Half of the bacon in the frying pan flew out and fell on the floor.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" Hermione rushed into the kitchen, put her gift on top of the pile, and said, "It's just a small gift, but I hope you like it. What did you give him?"
She immediately asked Ron, and the latter pretended not to hear her.
"Hurry up, open Hermione's gift!" Ron said.
She bought him a new sight glass.
"Happy birthday!" Fanlin said sincerely, "In fact, I want a watch too."
"It seems that you need to wait until next year!" Harry suddenly realized that Fanlin would not be able to be considered an adult until next year.
"So, this is a gift for you." Fanlin said, taking out the black gift box Hermione had prepared for him this morning.
"This is..." Harry opened, "I feel a little familiar."
"Lucky potion," Fanlin yawned, "I learned, from Professor Slughorn, and you will be the first user of the Fanlin potion."
"Sometimes I really doubt that you are studying alchemy or potions." Harry smiled. "But it's very useful to me."
Harry recalled the wonderful feeling before he acquired Slughorn's memory, as if he could succeed in everything.
Other gifts included the magic razor from Bill and Fleur.
Harry thought that Hermione was more reliable, at least, she wouldn't be shaved bald?
Delacour’s house gave chocolates, and Fred and George sent a large box of new purchases from the Weasley Wizard’s Trick shop.
Harry, Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione did not stay at the table for too long, because Mrs. Delacour, Fleur, Gabrielle, and Bill were all in the kitchen, which made the originally small space seem a bit crowded.
"I'll wrap these up for you." As the four of them went upstairs, Hermione took the gift in Harry's arms and said happily.
"Oh, good..." Harry nodded, "Maybe I can..."
Before Harry could finish speaking, Hermione had directed these gifts upstairs with her magic wand.
"Wow, it's great to be an adult, you can use magic at will..." Fan Lin said with a look of envy.
? ? ?
Harry looked at Fanlin with disgust. Just as he was about to taunt, suddenly the door of a room on the first floor platform opened.
"Harry, can you come in for a while?"
It's Ginny.
Ron stopped abruptly, but Fan Lin had a visionary elbow with Hermione and dragged Ron upstairs with difficulty.
Harry followed Ginny into her room, which made Harry a little nervous. In fact, he had never entered Ginny's room before. The room is small but well-lit. There is a huge poster of the witch band "Weird Sisters" on the wall, and on the other end is a photo of Gwen Jones, captain of the women's Quidditch team Holyhead Hobby.
There is a table in front of the open window, and outside the window you can see the small court where they used to play two-on-two Quidditch with Verrin Ron and Hermione.
And now a pearl white tent has been erected in the stadium. The golden flag on the top of the tent was as high as Ginny’s window.
Inexplicably, Harry's heartbeat started to speed up, like a hammer, hitting his chest.
This caused Harry to adjust his breathing, trying to make himself look a little more arrogant.
Ginny was very calm. She raised her head and looked up at Harry's face, took a deep breath, and said, "Happy seventeenth birthday."
"Okay...thank you." She looked at him directly, but Harry couldn't look at her that way, it was like staring at the dazzling glare.
"The view is great," Harry said softly, pointing out the window. She pretended not to hear, and he could not blame her.
"I can't think of what to give you." Ginny said quietly.
"Uh...you don't have to give me anything." Harry explained quickly, but it didn't work, and Ginny didn't even hear it.
"I don't know what is useful to you, it can't be too big, because you can't take it with you." He glanced at her, she didn't cry, this is a unique feature of Ginny~EbookFREE.me~ She seldom cries. He thought maybe it was because she grew up with six older brothers, which made her stronger.
She took a step closer to him.
"So I thought, I want to give you something that you can remember me, you know, you may meet many veevas outside in the future."
Sure enough, Ginny still had resentment towards Furong.
"To be honest, I don't think there is a chance to meet in a decisive battle."
"That's also a blessing in misfortune," she said softly, and then kissed him as if he had never kissed him before, and Harry kissed her the same, as intoxicated as a hot whiskey.
Ginny, she seems to be the only real thing in the world, with one hand on her back and the other through her sweet long hair, it feels like the door is pushed open with a "bang" , They suddenly separated.
"Oh," Ron called purposefully, "I'm sorry."
"Ron!" Hermione stood behind him, panting slightly, behind Fanlin.
"Are you a pig, so hard, don't you know how to care for the patient?" Fanlin complained.
The ghost knows what attributes Ron has awakened, listen to the crack of the door?
It seems that the Weasley family does not have such a habit, or is it inherited from Mrs. Weasley?
But it cannot be denied, Ron absolutely forgot who Harry was?
Then the soul of sister control burned so hard that it broke the door panel?
The few people in the room were embarrassed anyway, Ron seemed to calm down, and then he stood there looking at Harry with a flushed face awkwardly.
"He...hehe...you...then what, you continue..." Fanlin and Hermione reached out and pulled Ron together, but at this moment Ron seemed to be petrified, standing there in a daze. Fanlin thought of Gore, the tall fat man.
"So, happy birthday to you, Harry!"