Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Listen to Harry mention the Dementor, and Dale raises his hand to cover his mouth.

Seeing both his parents and Harry staring at him, he slowly put his hands down and asked anxiously, "Are they… more? ”

“More?” Harry laughed, “you mean, besides the two that attacked us last time? There are, of course, thousands of them, which should be all, because Dumbledore wipes out the evil beneath Azkaban... that monster, there is no longer a new Dementor, but the present quantity alone is enough to form a powerful army, which is difficult to wipe out, Dementors rely on fear and despair..."

“All right, all right!” Vernon Desiree growled, "Don't mention those horrible words, you've made it clear. ”

He finally figured out what was going on, with thousands of monsters spreading fear and despair wandering around outside their houses.

The fog that has permeated the country over the past year is what they bring, and what air pollution is being said on television every day.

Can't those EPA officials do something useful?

Because of this, Mr. Desiree's mechanical company has been checked many times this year, many businesses have been affected, and now he knows that the goddamn fog outside is caused by the magic of the Dementors, really, really... damn it!

“I hope you understand.” Harry said, staring into his uncle's little eyes, "As long as I'm 17 years old, all those guys, the Death Eaters, the Dementors, the Werewolves, and possibly the vaginas, the dead bodies who were magically wizarded by the Dark Wizards, will find you, and they will definitely do it to you. If you remember the last time you had a fight with a wizard, I think you'd admit that you needed help. ”

Another moment of silence, the Dusty family recalls.

The last time we had a fight with a wizard, Sirius Black's heinous threat, Arthur Weasley blew up their fireplace, Daryl grew his pigtail again, and of course, for the first time, there was this terrible magic, and Hagrid broke down a wooden door that seemed to be coming from so many years ago.

Aunt Penny looked at Uncle Vernon, and Dulley stared at Harry.

Silence, silence, silence!

Finally, Uncle Vernon suddenly said, "But what about my job? What about Dudley's school? I guess a bunch of idle wizards wouldn't mind that, would they? Well, what are you going to do about it? ”

“Work, school?! Don't you get it?” Harry shouted, "They'll torture you and kill you, just like they did to my parents! ”

“Daddy!” Dally said loudly, "Daddy, I want to go with the Phoenix people. ”

“Dudley.” Harry said, "For the first time in your life, you said something clear. ”

He knew that the victory had been decided, and since Dali was so scared that he would accept the help of the Phoenix Society, his parents would surely accompany him: How could they have left their little baby Dada? Harry looked at the travel clock on the fireplace.

“What day is it today? Yeah, today's the day. They'll be here in about a minute, as agreed last time.” He said, "You guys get ready. ”

The Dusty family left the living room unanswered.

Thinking of his separation from his aunt, uncle and cousin, he may never see again, his heart is full of joy, but the atmosphere is still a little awkward.

What more can we say to each other after sixteen years of abhorrence?

Reason told Harry that he should thank his aunt and uncle for having taken them in to protect himself, but if he could do it again, Harry would rather not have come here himself.

Complex emotions congealed in Harry's mind, and he wanted to say goodbye to the Dusty family with ease, but at this point the word was so, so hard to say.

Perhaps that's the best way to split up!

Back in the bedroom, Harry wandered his backpack aimlessly and stuffed Hedwig's cage with several owl meals.

They pounded at the bottom of the cage and Hedwig ignored them.

“We're leaving soon, really soon!” Harry tells it, "Then you can fly again, never have to come back here, ever...”

Hedwig stared into the large amber eyes and stared quietly at Harry.

Strange, why is it a little sad, shouldn't you be happy?

Harry tried not to think about the future of the Dusty family, but about Ivan, Hermione and their parents.

He knew it must have been hard, difficult, much harder than here.

…………………………………………………………………

Separate scenes are so difficult, as Harry predicted.

Ivan and Hermione have discussed that they are prepared to modify their parents' memories. His parents went to China, and they never had a son; Hermione's greatest wish for life was to emigrate to Australia, and that was what they wanted.

Phoenix society sends escorts to fly them, and wizards from abroad help.

They all change their names so Voldemort won't find them easily.

By the end of the war, if Ivan and Hermione were still alive, they would naturally be searching for them; if they could not go back, the magic left on them would also guarantee them peace and happiness for the rest of their lives, only that they had no children… they would never forget Ivan and Hermione and would never remember this painful memory again.

When Ivan and Hermione talked about this decision, Hermione's eyes were always filled with tears, and Ivan knew it was too cruel for her.

He wanted Hermione to go with the Grangers or, as he had initially thought, to go to a magic school in China, but whenever Ivan made that suggestion, Hermione had a very good vibe to turn him into a black cat and teach him a hard lesson.

Evan knew Hermione couldn't have left herself.

A few months ago, when he said what he was going to do, no, it should have been a few years ago, when Hermione decided to be with Ivan, she had already made her decision.

We can't separate, even if we have to embark on a dangerous journey together, even if the end of the journey is death.

She would, too, Ivan knew he couldn't refuse.

He finally asked to do the Granger and his wife a favor, but Hermione refused, and she had to do it herself...

Perhaps there was a feeling that nobody had said anything, but that afternoon, when Ivan and Hermione walked down the stairs, both of their parents sat in the living room.

They know it's time to break up!

When Hermione couldn't help but burst into Mrs. Granger's arms crying, Ivan grabbed the wand and let go. In the eyes of his parents' calm eyes, he explained the context of the whole thing, as well as his and Hermione's decisions and arrangements.

The atmosphere was calm and sad, not without much shock.

At the start of this summer's vacation, Lupin sent them here to say something roughly over and over, and they were ready for it.

I just didn't expect this day to arrive so soon.