Vol 2 Chapter 830: Passion and weird

After being seated, Harry moved to the side of Sirius, and Fanlin naturally sat in the empty seat next to Hermione, the girl kept for him.
"I really didn't expect that I would become the prefect." Hermione said excitedly. The girl's face was still flushing. She raised her head and looked at Fanlin beside her, and couldn't wait to share her joy with him. For Hermione, becoming a prefect is definitely for Hogwarts life. "I mean, I'm not ready yet, it's so sudden!"
"Be confident in yourself, Hermione, you are Gryffindor, no, you are the best wizard in Hogwarts." Fanlin said happily, "Think about it, who can be like you You can stay number one every time, and in other aspects, whether it is knowledge or spells, you are very good. This prefect is worthy of your name."
"I'm not as good as you said..."
"You are far better than I said, and better than the other prefects." Fanlin continued, gently rubbing Hermione's raised head and pressing her down again, "Dumbledore trusted You, and you probably don’t know how important you are at Hogwarts, Hermione, even if you put you in Ravenclaw or Hefpuff, it’s not difficult for you to become a prefect."
"But I don't know what to do? What should the prefect do?" Hermione said, and the girl's words were a little uneasy. "I remember Percy seemed to have read such a book back then, maybe I should find it."
"Oh, that's too bad, you don't need this kind of thing at all, Hermione, trust me, you will get started soon." Fanlin said vowedly, "If anyone dares not listen to you, you Give him a deduction or put him in confinement. If he doesn’t listen anymore, you can tell me to solve it. I promise that they will not say anything.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hermione whispered, and Ivan wasn't talking about the prefect, but the campus bully. "Hmph, if I am confined, I will be the first to put you in."
"Wow, you are avenging revenge." Fanlin said, "Of course, if you are willing to accompany a confined person for a while, I would be happy to get into the French Open."
Compared to the passion here, apart from the joy at the beginning, the conversation between Harry and Sirius quickly got on the right track.
But Moody's addition made Harry's mood even heavier.
Moody took a sip of wine from his hip flask and stared at Harry with his magic eyes. "Come here, Harry, I think there are some things that interest you." Moody said, taking out a tattered magical album from the pocket inside his robe.
"This is a member of the original Phoenix Order," Moody complained. "I found it when I was looking for the Invisibility Cloak last night. It seems that Bodmore didn't return the good album to me... I think people might be interested. Check it out."
Harry was holding the photo album-there was a small group of people in it, some waving to him, some holding a cup, and looking back at him.
"This is me," Moody pointed to himself nonchalantly. He is easy to recognize in the album. Although he has some gray hair, his nose is still intact. "This is Dumbledore next to me, and De Darius Diguel on the other side of me... That is Maranie McKinnon. Two weeks after this photo was taken, she and her family were killed. That was Frank and Alice Longbottom."
Harry felt uncomfortable in his stomach when he saw Alice Longbottom. Although he had never touched her before, Harry was very familiar with the friendly face-because he looked so much like her son Neville. .
"Despicable villains," Moody snarled, "For them, it might be better to die...that's Emilyn Vance, you've seen her, this is Lupin, obviously... …Banje Fenwick, he was also caught by them. We only found a small part of his body...that’s it," he said, stabbing the photo with his hand, and the person on it slowly The ground moved, and the shadows of those who were a little fuzzy moved to the front. "That's Edgar Bonis... Emilia Bonis' brother, he is a great wizard, and they killed him and his family... Sturgis Bodmore, ah, he looks so real Young...Karadakh Del Pradesh, six months after this photo was taken, he disappeared, and we didn’t even find his body...Hagrid, of course, he looks the same as before...Elphi Asdo Brother, you've seen it too, I forgot that he wore that stupid hat before...Gidden Privet, he and his brother Fabian are both heroes, fighting five Death Eaters , Sacrificed... move, move..." People in the album pushed each other, and the person who was originally in the back right corner moved to the front. "That's Dumbledore's brother, Aberfors. I only met him once, a strange guy... It was Dorcas Midowice, and Voldemort committed suicide... Sirius, or short hair... ...And... come on, I think you will like it!"
Harry's heart sank. His father and mother were smiling at him. Sitting on their side was a person with small, chaotic eyes. Harry immediately recognized him-Pediru-the one to Voldemort. The man who betrayed his parents, he told Voldemort of the hiding place of Harry's parents, and they were killed by Voldemort.
"Huh?" Moody was taken aback. Harry looked up at Moody's badly disfigured and bumpy face. Obviously, Moody felt frustrated because he thought it had brought discomfort to Harry. "Um," Harry tried to split his mouth and grinned, "Uh... Uh, I remember, I haven't sorted it out yet..."
"Pediru is right. If your father is here, you will definitely forgive him." Sirius, "In fact, we all know that even if he doesn't take the initiative to contribute, Voldemort can get everything if he catches him. It’s just that the way the guy chose is really unacceptable."
"Well, it doesn't matter, he is in Azkaban." Harry said calmly, rubbing the glass of the album with his hand lightly.
"I'm glad you think so, Harry," Sirius said. "Someone will always be punished, and they will never get away."
Harry planned to leave. In fact, except for Fanlin, most of the people were already together in twos and threes, the twin brothers and Mondungus, Ron Ginny and Tonks.
As for Fanlin, the two of them were caught in the two-person world from the very beginning.
Harry shrugged off Ron's invitation and planned to put the album back on it, and he almost couldn't wait to leave.
He didn't understand why this photo gave him such a shock-he had seen photos of his parents before, after all, he had met Pediru,...but they were so close...no one would like this one. , He thought angrily...and, those happy faces surrounding his parents...
The Benj Fenwick, who was only found a small part of his body, the Gideon Privet who sacrificed like a hero, the Lamberton who was tortured to go crazy...
In the photos, they will always wave their hands happily without knowing their fate...Yes, Moody might think that's funny...but he...
Harry, I think it's annoying... Harry walked upstairs on tiptoe, and gradually recovered himself. He slowly calmed down, but when he first reached the first floor, he heard someone crying in the lounge.
"Anyone?" Harry said. The crying did not stop, but there was no answer to him. Harry walked the remaining steps step by step, crossed the platform, and opened the door of the lounge. A man curled up in a dark corner, holding a magic wand in her hand, whimpering and shaking her body. In the moonlight, on the dirty and old carpet, lay a dead body-it was Ron. Harry felt the air in his lungs drained-he felt the sky spin-his mind was cold-yeah, no, this is impossible-wait a minute, it is indeed impossible-Ron is downstairs- —
"Mrs. Weasley?" Harry said hoarsely. "Rui-Rui-Ridikluth!"
Mrs. Weasley whimpered, and pointed her trembling wand at Ron's body.
"Bang" Ron's corpse became Bill's, with a big gap in his back, and his eyes were wide open, empty-Mrs. Weasley whimpered harder.
"Funny!" she said again. "Bang" the corpse became Mr. Weasley again-his glasses were tilted and blood dripping from his face.
"No!" Mrs. Weasley screamed. "-No... Reddick Ruth! Reddick Ruth! Reddick Ruth!" "Boom", the twins' corpses—"Boom", Percy—"Boom", Harry's body...
"Mrs. Weasley, get out of here!" Harry shouted, looking at his corpse lying on the floor, "Let others..."
"What's the matter?" Lupin rushed into the room, Sirius was following him, and Moody followed limpingly. Lupin saw Harry's body on the floor from Mrs. Weasley and immediately understood what was going on. He took out his wand and said very clearly and firmly: "Redick Ruth!" Harry's body disappeared. It was replaced by a cloud of silver smoke, and Lupin waved his wand again, and the silver smoke disappeared instantly.
"Oh...oh...no..." Mrs. Weasley choked for a while, buried her face in her hands, and finally burst into tears. "Molly," Lupin said softly, walking towards her, "Molly, don't..." Suddenly, Mrs. Weasley fell on Lupin's shoulder and whimpered.
"Molly, it's just a Bogut," Lupin said comfortingly, patting her head lightly, "It's just a stupid Bogut..."
"I saw them die—they died at the same time!" Mrs. Weasley sobbed on Lupin's shoulder, "At the same time... At the same time! I, I saw..."
Sirius stared at Borg’s position just now, imagining Harry’s body lying there; Moody looked at Harry, Harry avoided his sight-suddenly there was a strange thought-Moody's magic eyes He followed him the moment he walked out of the kitchen.
"No, don't tell Arthur," Mrs. Weasley desperately wiped her tears with her sleeve, choked, "I, I don't want him to know... This is too, too stupid..." Lupin handed her a piece. The handkerchief, she gasped.
"Harry, I'm sorry, what do you think?" Mrs. Weasley trembled. "I can't even deal with a Bogut..."
"Don't think so," Harry tried to smile and console.
"I, I'm just so worried," Mrs. Weasley's tears welled up again, "...half of the members of the family are in the Phoenix Order. If we can all be fine, then, that would be a miracle... Kepai, Percy ignores us... What if something happens to him, and I, we don’t know, how to make up? Also, if I, Arthur and I are killed, who, who Come take care of Ron and Ginny?"
"Molly, that's enough," Lupin said firmly. "It will never be the same as last time. This time the Phoenix command is well prepared. We are ahead of Voldemort because we know he is back..."
Hearing the name, Mrs. Weasley screamed in fear.
"Oh, Molly, listen, it's time you get used to hearing his name-I can't guarantee that no one will be killed in the future-no one can guarantee-but we are really much stronger than last time. You It’s not in the Phoenix Order, you don’t understand. Last time the number of Death Eaters and us was twenty to one, much more than us, so they can get rid of us one by one..."
Harry thought of his parents' brilliant faces in the photo again—he knew Moody was still looking at him.
"Don't worry about Percy," Sirius said suddenly. "He will be back. Now it's just because Voldemort hasn't shown up publicly-once he appears, the entire Ministry of Magic will ask us for forgiveness. I can't be sure then. Do you accept their apology, but there is no doubt that the initiative is still on our side." Sirius said angrily.
"As for the question of who would take care of Ron and Ginny if you and Arthur both sacrificed," Lupin smiled, "Do you think we will make them suffer?"
Mrs. Weasley smiled tremblingly.
"I'm so stupid," she muttered and wiped her eyes.
But Harry didn't think Mrs. Weasley was stupid. Ten minutes later, he returned to the room, closed the door, and could still see his parents smiling at him from the tattered album-they were unaware of their lives and the many people around them. Same, it ended suddenly. Borg's changing Weasley's corpses flashed before his eyes in turns. The scar on his forehead burned again and his stomach twitched badly.
"Don't hurt," Harry said firmly, rubbing the scar, and the pain slowly subsided. "Talk to your own head, crazy first step." A sly voice came from the blank painting on the wall. Harry ignored it. He felt exhausted like never before-and he was only worried about the joke shop and the person who got the prefect badge an hour ago.
Accompanied by the squeaking of the door opening, Harry jumped up, but then Harry relaxed again. It was Kreacher, the house elf of the Black family. He was in charge of the sanitation of the whole house and the magic on the walls. The defense simply couldn't stop him.
"Oh~EbookFREE.me~My poor hostess, the original Black family was living in such a bunch of trash, scum, and stupid betrayers. If my hostess knew what was going on, what would it be? Kreacher’s fault, but Kreacher has no power to drive these people out."
Harry was a little angry, but he knew what Kreacher looked like, Kreacher always did, complaining to himself.
"Noble Black family." Harry's voice was cold, as if he had just been fished out of a deep well.
It seems that Harry succeeded. He was taken aback by Kreacher. Kreacher, the house elf, reacted like this for the first time, because except for a word from Sirius, he completely changed his facial expression. He watched carefully. Harry, Harry stared at the floor in a daze.
Suddenly, the tingling on his forehead forced Harry to stroke his forehead with his hands.
Kreacher's body shrank slightly, and the rag in his hand was gripped tightly, as if he was frightened by Harry.
"It's really sad. Those people will never know what they are doing and try to push to black magic. My mistress's betrayal of identity and blood will make them lose everything..."
Kreacher returned to his usual indifferent appearance almost instantly.
Harry was startled by his own voice, but the feeling was far away, like an illusion.
Harry looked at Kreacher for confirmation, but the house elf wouldn't give him any answer at all. He still repeated the words that disgusted everyone.
Harry thought he was crazy, he ignored the elf's plan to return to Fanlin and the others, but...
"Kreacher, can you..."
Harry thought he was really stupid, and he really planned to ask this cursing little elf for proof?