Chapter 1,114

"Hi, Harry!" A familiar voice sounded behind Harry.

"Neville!" Harry said with a sigh of relief, turning around and seeing a boy with a round face squeezing towards him.

"Hello, Harry," a girl with long hair and big hazy eyes said to Harry from behind Neville. "Luna, hey, are you okay?"

"Very well, thank you," Luna said. She held a magazine in front of her chest with both hands; the big words on the cover showed that there was a free pair of Phantom Glasses inside.

"So what? Is "The Quibbler" doing pretty well?" Harry asked. He had a good impression of this magazine and even accepted an exclusive interview with it last year.

"Oh, of course, the circulation has been rising." Luna said happily. "Let's find a seat," Harry said, and the three of them set off along the carriage, past a group of silently watching students. Finally they found an empty carriage, and Harry rushed in quickly, thanking God.

"They're even staring at us," Neville pointed at himself and Luna, "just because we're with you!"

"They will be watching you because you helped me escape. Moreover, violating school rules is an exciting thing in itself. The people from the Daily Prophet will not let go of any clues."

"Oh, yeah, I thought grandma would be angry after reading the news," Neville said, "but she was really happy. She said I was finally starting to look like my dad. She bought me a new one. 's wand, look!" He pulled out his wand and showed it to Harry.

"Cherry wood, unicorn hair core," he said proudly. "We thought it might be one of the last wands Ollivanders ever sold, and the next day he disappeared - oh, come back, Lyford!" He ducked under the seat to grab the toad. , it is again (as it often does) trying to jump to freedom.

"Are we having a D, A... party this year, Harry?" Luna asked, tearing off a pair of psychedelic-looking glasses from The Quibbler.

"That's not necessary now that we've gotten rid of Umbridge, is it?" Harry sat down.

Neville got out from under the chair and hit his head on it. He looked very disappointed. "I like D.A...! I learned a lot from you!"

"I enjoyed the party too," Luna said quietly. “It feels like I have a lot of friends.”

Luna often said such uncomfortable things, and Harry felt a mixture of pity and embarrassment squirming inside him.

"Hey, Luna, I mean..." Harry remembered Fanlin's previous decision.

But before he could respond, a commotion erupted outside their carriage door; a group of fourth-grade girls were whispering and laughing on the other side of the window.

"Go tell him!" "No, you go!" "Then I'll do it!" One of them, a brave-looking girl, opened the door and walked in. She had big black eyes and prominent lips. chin and long black hair.

"Hi, Harry, my name is Romilda, Romilda Venn," she said loudly and confidently. "Come and sit in our carriage? You don't have to sit with them." She whispered to Harry loudly, pointing to Neville's butt (he was once again crawling under the seat) Go in search of Leif) and Luna (who dons free phantom glasses and looks like a deranged, colorful owl).

"They are my friends," Harry said coldly.

"Oh," the girl looked very surprised. "Oh. Okay." She backed out and closed the door behind her.

"People think you should have cooler friends than us," Luna said, again displaying her embarrassing candidness.

"You're cool," Harry said immediately. "There's no one among those people who trusts me and will help me resist. They don't fight side by side with me."

"That's nice of you to say that," Luna said with a smile, then pushed her phantom glasses up the bridge of her nose and watched "The Quibbler" intently.

"But we didn't face him," Neville said, getting out from under the seat, his hair full of lint and dust, clutching Lyford, who seemed to have resigned himself to his fate.

"You did it. You should have heard what my grandma said about you. 'That Harry Potter and Verlin Al have more backbone than the entire Ministry of Magic put together!' She was even willing to pay any price. Let you be her grandson..."

Harry smiled unnaturally and changed the subject to o as quickly as he could. . l. on the results.

As Neville recounted his results aloud and began to doubt whether he could study when he only received a "pass". e. . t. During the Transfiguration lesson, Harry just looked at him but didn't really listen to him.

Neville's childhood, like Harry's, was ruined by Voldemort, but Neville didn't know how close he was to having Harry's destiny. The prophecy could have pointed to either of them, but for some puzzling reason Voldemort chose Harry as the object of the prophecy.

If Voldemort had chosen Neville, Neville would be sitting across from him now with a lightning-shaped scar, carrying that heavy prophecy... Is this really the case? Will Neville's mother sacrifice her life to save him like Lily did to Harry? She certainly would...but what if she didn't get the chance to stand between Voldemort and his son? So is there no such thing as "Mr. Right" at all?

Will the chair where Neville sits be empty, will there be no scar on Harry's forehead, will he become his own mother instead of Ron's mother when he kisses him goodbye?

"Are you okay, Harry? You look a little weird," Neville said.

Harry woke up with a start.

"Sorry - I - it's nothing - I just..." Harry looked at Neville with some embarrassment. In fact, such thoughts appeared in Harry's mind more than once. Ever since he learned about that choice, and After all the prophecies, Dumbledore's explanation and Fanlin...

Fanlin felt as if he had known it for a long time, or...

"You have phantom bugs in your head?" Luna suddenly interrupted Harry's thoughts, and then stared at Harry sympathetically from behind her huge colored glasses.

"I-what?"

"Phantom bugs... they're invisible, they drift in through your ears and confuse your brain," she said. "I think I just felt one flying here." She clapped her hands in the air as if to swat an invisible moth.

Harry and Neville looked at each other and quickly started discussing Quidditch. Compared with the incomprehensible things in Luna's mouth, Harry would rather play in the mud wearing Quidditch robes. Go away or something. (To be continued)