"Baby, come, smile…"
"James, you're holding the camera upside down.”
"What? I saw Sirius do it.”
……
Harry awoke from his dream to look at the beautiful, vine-covered roof of the treehouse, his eyes glazed over. He had thought that this body did not have memories of the past one year, but recently, he had started to dream about those things frequently. The beautiful and gentle Lily, the handsome and lively James, and their warm home…
The more beautiful the dream was, the more disappointed and lonely she felt when she woke up.
(Ying, I feel a little sad.)
Dreaming again?
(Yeah. I never dreamed before, so why did I have to dream about them?）
(Perhaps it's because your primordial spirit was damaged previously, so your state of mind is a little unstable.）
(I keep feeling that something is wrong. Why are those memories from before I was a year old only appearing now?）
(Don't think too much. You'll know when the time comes.)）
(Okay.)
Having been in the forest for more than a month, Harry felt that he was almost fully recovered. He had also broken through to the fifth tier of the Mysterious Heavenly Chant. After consolidating his cultivation, he decided to return to the castle before the exam.
" Thank you for your hospitality during this time," said Harry with a gentle smile and a reluctant farewell to the centaurs." I'll come and see you again when I have time.”
Rae moved to his side and nudged him with her little head, calling out softly.
Ignoring the centaurs 'stifled laughter, Harry rubbed its head and coaxed it softly," I'll come and see you too, little one.”Teasing the Unicorn King for no reason was a very fulfilling thing.
Firenze handed him a box and said gently,"These are a few astronomy books that the elders asked me to bring to you. They said that they were old and couldn't bear to see you leave, so they didn't come to send you off.”
"Thank them for me." Harry smiled gratefully and put the box away.
Luo Nan also took out a small bundle of shiny silver things." This is…ahem, this little guy gave it to you.”
Harry took it with a smile, looked at Rae's conflicted eyes, and said happily,""Thank you."
"Then, I'll be leaving. Goodbye."
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On the day of the accident, all the students slept soundly, and they didn't know about the Basilisk and Lockhart's death until they saw the ruined castle the next morning. It was said that many girls cried so hard that they took leave to attend his funeral. The Daily Prophet had done a long report on the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, listing a whole host of examples, and it looked as if no one would dare to risk their lives to apply next year.
Harry felt a little guilty. Although it had nothing to do with him, he, like everyone else who knew, had neglected that guy. He was probably the only professor who didn't know about the Basilisk, and he hadn't taken sleeping pills like the other students. According to the blue shadow, Madam Pomfrey had been feeling very guilty about not settling him down beforehand, and when she returned to the infirmary without seeing Lockhart, she had a bad feeling and wanted to go back to the castle to find him. If Harry had not closed the door in time, she would have died under the Basilisk's stare. Dumbledore's public announcement that Lockhart had died fighting the Basilisk that had escaped from the Chamber of Secrets added to his reputation, and many of Lockhart's former students were skeptical of the claim, but it was no longer significant.
Though the school had been thrown into disarray for a while, life went on, and at least the exams were not canceled as Harry had expected. Lan Ying saw that he had recovered well and the castle was safe, so he left irresponsibly, saying that he was going to check the property prices in Hogsmeade. He seemed quite relieved to leave Harry with a group of students who were constantly pestering him with questions.
Harry stopped his D.A. activities and began to help his classmates with their lessons. The first was Potions, which Neville needed to pay the most attention to. If Snape was invigilating, he could not guarantee that Neville's cauldron would not explode in the examination hall. He felt that Neville needed a boggart to help him with some psychological building, but in the end he gave up because he couldn't find one. It was only after they had practiced all the potions they had learned in the last two years that Harry felt they had a chance of passing. Ron was most impatient with things like the history of magic and astronomy, which required memorization, but it didn't seem to be a big problem for Hermione to read them every day. Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts were the subjects they were most confident in, and she wouldn't have been surprised if Hermione had said that all the members of the D.A. had scored full marks, since they were already preparing for the third years. Apart from Herbalism, which was already easy to pass, the only subject that everyone had a headache about was Transfiguration.
It was not so easy to turn one thing into another, and as Harry pulled out a thick stack of notes, everyone felt their eyes go dark. Gryffindor students were often seen gathered under the trees by the lake, frowning and poking strange things with their wands, such as rabbit-eared slippers, teacups with long, slender tails, or buttons crawling all over the ground.
Time always flew by in the midst of busyness. Before the students felt that they were ready, the day of the exam had already arrived.
Harry passed all his exams without a hitch and spent his last few days off borrowing a few books from the library to pass the time.
The common room was bustling again, Ron chasing George and Fred all over the room, smoke billowing from his ears; Hermione looked troubled as she looked at Seamus and the others, ignoring their frothing expressions. Neville looked dejectedly at the Potionology books recommended by Harry. Although he did not really blow up the cauldron during the exam, the color and smell of the potions he made were very strange. Snape ridiculed him as a "new discovery in Potionology". It seemed that he had no hope of passing.
Harry closed the book and looked out. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, making the lake not far away white and dazzling. He sighed in his heart that the temperature control magic in the castle was really good. It was warm in winter and cool in summer, and it was much more eco-friendly than air conditioning.
A streak of dazzling platinum appeared on the lawn, followed by a cowering house-elf, whom Harry recognized, squinting, as Lucius Malfoy, whom he had met once at Flourish and Blotts. Malfoy.
Is he here for Dumbledore? He wondered if he would be disappointed that it wasn't Jenny who had opened the Chamber of Secrets.
Dumbledore probably wouldn't tell him about the crown, and he wouldn't have to worry about him being stupid enough to admit that he knew about the diary.
As for Dobby-
Harry thought it over and decided it was better to leave it with the Malfoys. In the original novel, it did not get along well with the other house-elves at Hogwarts, and it was impossible for him to take in such a reckless fellow. Besides, there was no reason for him to suddenly free a Malfoy house-elf.
"Harry, what are you looking at?"
Harry looked back at Neville with a smile."Nothing, I'm leaving again, I'm just going to have a good look.”
Neville put away his book and sat down beside him."Come to my house during the holidays, Harry, and I'll introduce you to my parents.”
"Sure,"
This summer vacation…there seemed to be a chance to use magic openly outside of school…
Harry's eyes curved.”--
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