Chapter 1107

"What do you think?"

"What do you think?" Fan Lin put his head on Hermione's shoulder, looking at Hermione's cheek sideways.

"Don't act stupid!" Hermione blushed. She could clearly feel the hot breath coming from Fan Lin's mouth, which made the girl feel a little uncomfortable.

"Say it quickly, don't act stupid." Hermione pushed her shoulder angrily, but presumably the girl underestimated Fan Lin's shamelessness. Fan Lin was unmoved at all and even pecked Hermione on the face. For a moment.

This caused a burst of dissatisfied wailing, and it could be said that it fed the people around them to their fullest...

"Oh, my God, you two are going too far..." Harry said a little unbearably, while Ginny blushed and looked at Hermione, and then looked somewhere else.

"Don't try to get through." Hermione said angrily, "Sit up and have a good attitude."

"Oh, yes, of course, with a good attitude." Fan Lin sat up obediently and stared at the place where he just kissed with a serious expression.

Well, Hermione's skin is getting better and better...

"answer my question."

"Problem, what problem?" Fan Lin was a little confused. He didn't focus on their previous discussion at all, but kept focusing on Hermione. Apparently, talking about Fleur or Bill...

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you Harry, I was thinking about it yesterday."

"What?" Harry looked at Fan Lin in confusion.

"Fu Rong lives here, and she is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Fan Lin said.

"I know the front part, but the back part..."

"You never told me... I mean, us!" Hermione said in surprise.

"Oh, actually, I thought you knew..." Fan Lin scratched his hair. Within a few seconds, his head became more like a chicken coop.

"I mean, I was surprised too, but this is what Bill told me. You know, I have been paying attention to the excavation of the ruins we went to before, and Fleur has been with Bill, and they are both getting married. So, it should be quite natural for Fleur to join the Order of the Phoenix."

"But how could she..." Harry was speechless, "I mean, how could she think of this."

"This is not difficult to understand, because Bill, or rather, as a contestant in the Three Witches Fighting Competition, Fleur has never lacked courage, but sometimes she is a little annoying, but in fact..."

"What's the truth?" Hermione said dangerously.

"I mean, in fact, that's it. I don't know any more. After all, Bill is the one who has a good relationship with her." Fan Lin changed the topic and then brought Bill out.

"Oh, yes, of course, they are getting married." Ginny said angrily.

"Ah, yes, exactly what I said less, she is an adult, so joining the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not a strange thing. After all, everyone is doing this kind of thing."

"But this still doesn't change anything." Ginny frowned and said, "I still like Tonks."

"Oh, okay, but Bill doesn't like it..." Fan Lin said helplessly. Perhaps the arrival of Furong put too much pressure on the girls around him. After all, Furong was too eye-catching sometimes. , everywhere you go you will be shining with silver...

"But..." Ginny was a little frustrated, but it was true that they couldn't change anything.

"Okay, I bet that mom will definitely find a way to reverse this situation..." Ginny said confidently, but Fanlin didn't have much hope for Ginny's idea.

Just kidding, just look at Bill's costume and you'll know Bill's character, unless Mrs. Weasley breaks off the mother-son relationship with Bill...

However, the success rate of fighting to the death is still higher.

However, before Ginny could say anything about Mrs. Weasley's possible methods, the door was opened again, and Mrs. Weasley suddenly stuck her head in.

"Ginny," she whispered, "come downstairs and help me prepare lunch."

"But I'm talking to everyone!" Ginny seemed offended. Maybe she was overheard talking about her mother behind her back. Regardless, it made Ginny feel a little bad.

"Now!" Mrs. Weasley left with one sentence.

"She just wants me to go down there so she doesn't have to face 'pus' alone!" Ginny said irritably.

She imitated Fleur and shook her long red hair, then strutted out of the room with her hands in the air, like a ballet dancer.

"You'd better come down here soon," she said as she left. Harry took advantage of this brief moment of silence to eat more breakfast, and fortunately, this was also Fanlin's fault.

Hermione narrowed her eyes and stared at George and Fred's boxes, occasionally glancing at Fan Lin from the side who was eating fiercely.

Ron was eating Harry's toast, his eyes still staring at the door dreamily.

"What is this?" Hermione finally asked, holding something like a small telescope in her hand.

"I don't know," Ron said, "but if it was left by Fred and George, it means it's not ready to be sold in a joke shop, so be careful."

"Your mother said the joke shop is doing well," Harry said.

"She said George and Fred had a good way of doing business. "That's an understatement," said Ron. "They're collecting galleons now! I can't wait to check out their store. We haven't been to Diagon Alley lately because Mom said Dad had to go too, so it would be safer, but Dad has been busy with work lately, but I heard it's great there. "

"How is Percy?" Fan Lin asked suddenly. It had only been three days since he came to the Burrow, including today. Before that, Fan Lin was running back and forth with Dumbledore. Of course, there was also the Order of the Phoenix, and After taking Harry over, Fanlin had some other plans, which was really a bit busy.

However, living in the Burrow, Fanlin thought of this key figure immediately. Percy was the third son of the family. Before that, he had already been worried about whether Voldemort would come back. The family had a falling out.

It must be admitted that Percy is very capable in some aspects, and he is meticulous and follows the rules, much like Mr. Barty Crouch on the surface. However, this also harms Percy.

His desire for power made him believe in the Ministry of Magic. However, when Voldemort returned, Fudge became a lie, which also made Percy...

"Is he talking to your parents now?"

"No," said Ron.

"But he should know by now that your father was right from beginning to end when he said that Voldemort came back -" Harry received it with some incomprehension. Regarding Percy, Harry still had very good senses. Before that, Percy was With experience in the Ministry of Magic, as a prefect and president of the student union at Hogwarts, Percy was still very good, but Percy, like most people, was deceived by the Ministry of Magic.

"Dumbledore said it was easier to forgive someone else's mistakes than to admit they were right," Hermione said. "That's what I heard him say to your mother, Ron."

"As soon as I heard it, I knew it was the kind of mysterious words Dumbledore often said," Ron said and nodded. Obviously, this is in line with Dumbledore's positioning.

"Oh, by the way, he's going to give me private lessons this term," Harry said casually. "Fan Lin, do you know what he wants to teach me?"

Ron choked on the piece of toast and Hermione gasped.

"You didn't say anything before!" said Ron.

"I only just remembered," Harry said sincerely. "He told me last night."

"Oh, yes, I can testify." Fan Lin nodded, "This is good, isn't it?"

"Oh...Dumbledore's private lessons!" Ron said, looking very excited. "I'm wondering why he would...?" His voice gradually became quieter.

Harry saw Ron and Hermione exchange a look. Harry put down his knife and fork, his heart beating faster, and he wondered if he should do something other than sit on the bed.

Dumbledore said to do it...why not do it now? His eyes were fixed on the fork, which was shining in the sunlight shining on his thighs. Suddenly, Harry remembered what he had been thinking when he went to Slughorn's house last night. Was Dumbledore asking him to join the war?

Thinking of this, Harry felt a little excited. Obviously, he now meets the requirements, and according to the prophecy... Harry looked at Ron with stern eyes and said, "I don't know why he wants to teach me, but I think it must be Because of that prophecy.”

Ron and Hermione were silent. Harry felt as if they were frozen into ice. He continued talking to his fork, "You know, the one they tried to steal from the Ministry."

"But no one knows what the orb said," Hermione said quickly. "It shattered."

"Although the Daily Prophet said—" Ron began.

"The Daily Prophet was right," Harry said, forcing himself to look at them: Hermione looked surprised and Ron shocked. "The shattered orb was not the only record of the prophecy. I heard the full prophecy in Dumbledore's office. The prophecy was made for him so he could tell me. It said," Harry took a deep breath He took a breath and said, "It seems that I am the one who must end Voldemort... At least, it says that two people cannot both live, only one can survive."

For a while, everyone looked at each other in silence.

"This was not something that was clear from the beginning, but everyone didn't dare to admit it until they heard it with their own ears." Fan Lin paused, then took a big sip of milk, "Think about it, if it wasn't like this, then why Voldemort has always wanted to kill Harry. He has heard the prophecy before, but only half of it."

"Half, what does that mean?"

"Oh, Voldemort chose his opponent. Although this is a bit unfortunate for Harry, in fact, I don't think Voldemort really chose the right enemy. At least for now, Harry, you still think of yourself. Be confident."

"Oh, yes." Harry nodded, "I think this is why Dumbledore wants to teach me. I need to become stronger quickly."

"The correct answer..." Fan Lin nodded, "First there was confrontation between you and Tom, but in fact, you are still somewhat lacking, and so am I. Our abilities are not enough to confront Voldemort head-on. In the end, you have to face it yourself. As Dumbledore said, this is a choice of fate. Anyway, I think we can..."

Before Fan Lin finished speaking, there was a loud bang and Hermione disappeared in a burst of black smoke.

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron shouted; the breakfast tray slid to the floor with a clang. Hermione coughed and emerged from the smoke, holding the telescope in her hand, and one of her eyes turned a striking bright purple-black.

"I just squeezed it, and it-it hit me!" she gasped. Obviously, they saw a small fist connected to a long spring sticking out from the back of the telescope.

"Don't worry," Fanlin obviously couldn't help laughing. Although he still felt a little distressed, it was for Hermione...

"I think Mrs. Weasley can help you, my idiot..." Fanlin's voice was a little weird, which made Hermione glare at him unhappily, but then, the wound made Hermione look hideous...

"Oh, it's all my fault." Fanlin said, and with a flick of his wand, the soft blue light made Hermione's eyes cool.

"Oh, well, forget about that!" Hermione said angrily, "I still have some things to do."

"Oh, of course, I mean, you go on..." Harry tried not to laugh, while Vanlin focused on Hermione's new eyeshadow.

"We are guessing that after returning from the Ministry of Magic... I mean, Voldemort appeared and attacked you and Vanlin, and obviously, this result... Oh, Harry..." Hermione was a little frustrated, she didn't know how to express it, which made the girl a little irritable, or because of embarrassing herself?

"I mean..." Hermione took a deep breath, "I mean, are you scared?"

"Not so scared now," Harry said. "When I first heard it, I did... but now, it seems as if I always knew I'd have to face him eventually..."

"When we heard that Dumbledore was coming to pick you up in person, we thought he might have something to say to you, or something to tell you about the prophecy," said Ron eagerly, "It seems we were right, weren't we? If he thought you were going to lose, he wouldn't have given you a private lesson, wouldn't have wasted his time - he must have thought you had a chance!"

"That's right," said Hermione. "I wonder what he'll teach you, Harry? Real advanced defensive magic, maybe... powerful counter-curses... counter-hexes... er... and evasive magic in general," Hermione concluded. "Well, at least you know the class you will take this year, one more than the rest of us."

"That's great, but I don't plan to end the D.A. activities." Fanlin said, "Before that, Harry, I have to confirm with you whether you have time."

"Oh, of course." Harry said, "That's great, I think I can teach everyone what Dumbledore taught me."

"That's great."

"But are you sure you don't want to participate?" Harry asked.

"Of course I will participate, but I think there may not be many opportunities, after all, one person's tutoring is the best, but I think Dumbledore may call me over to practice with you, but before that, I have to solve one thing."

"Dear Hermione, I think you should ask Mrs. Weasley to deal with your..."

"Oh, yes." Hermione snorted, "I'll wait for you downstairs!" (To be continued)