Chapter 1,238

In the refreshing blue morning light, Fanlin walked on a mountain road.

In the distant mountains, the shadow of a small town was shrouded in mist, just like a holy tower for learning. Everyone who was eager for answers walked on this road.

Suddenly, the scene changed, and Fanlin returned to the North Pole. He saw Dumbledore's pale body, or should I say... his soul, stepping into the black mausoleum step by step...

Many times, Fanlin wanted to call Dumbledore back, but this was simply impossible.

Dumbledore's figure walked farther and farther away, and he was stunned...

"Hermione, what are you doing?" Rubbing his eyes, Fanlin turned over. Considering that the Burrow could not accommodate so many people, Fanlin naturally asked to move out and took Hermione with him.

In view of the fact that Fanlin had already shouldered the responsibilities of an adult, Mrs. Weasley had to let him go, and as for Harry and Ron, they had to stay in the Burrow honestly.

(In fact, if everyone hadn't agreed, and Sirius hadn't fanned the flames and stopped Mrs. Weasley from speaking, this would still be a different story...)

"A gift for Harry... Today is his birthday!" Hermione said, "You didn't forget Harry's birthday, did you?"

"Haha, how could it be possible... emmm... How about a new cloak?"

"I don't think he wants this... You just forgot it?"

"Oh, well, it seems so." Fanlin said with some annoyance, "So, you..."

"I'm helping you prepare it, and I think we need to send it over."

"What is this?" Fanlin looked at the box in his hand. "A bottle of luck potion, if you're not marking it wrong." Hermione said, "By the way, have you figured it out?"

"I had a good discussion with Professor Slughorn before I left. Although I don't think it's any use, it's a bit metaphysical, but, let's just say this..."

Meanwhile...

"Hey, get up!"

Harry opened his eyes reluctantly. He was still lying on the camping bed in Ron's messy attic cabin. He had a headache when he thought about the preparations for the wedding, but he didn't want to move out with Vanlin and Hermione. He liked it here, and Ginny was here.

By the way, isn't this a bit explicit?

At this time, the sun hadn't risen yet, and the room was still dark. Owl Piglet buried his head between his little wings and was still asleep. The scar on Harry's forehead stung.

"What were you mumbling in your sleep?"

"Is it...really?"

"Yeah, 'Gregorovitch'; you kept saying the word 'Gregorovitch';."

Harry didn't wear his glasses, so Ron's face looked a little blurry.

"Who is Gregorovitch?" Harry asked puzzledly.

"How should I know, that name was spoken by you!" Harry thought while rubbing his forehead. He vaguely felt that he seemed to have heard this name before, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.

"I just think Voldemort is looking for him."

"Another poor guy." Ron said sincerely.

Harry sat up and kept stroking his scar. Now he was fully awake. He tried to recall the scenes in his dream, but the only thing he could remember was the undulating horizon of mountains and the silhouette of the village surrounded by the valley. "I think he's abroad."

"Who? Gregorovitch?"

"It's Voldemort. I think he's looking for Gregorovitch somewhere abroad. It doesn't look like England."

"Do you think you've entered his mind again?" Ron asked worriedly.

"Please, don't tell Hermione..." Harry said, "She doesn't want me to see those things in my dreams..."

Harry looked up at the pig's cage, wondering...why is the name Gregorovitch so familiar?

"I think," he said slowly, "maybe it has something to do with Quidditch. There must be some connection, but I can't think of it...I can't think of what it is."

"Quidditch?" Ron said, "You're not thinking of Grgovitch, are you?"

"Who?"

"Dragmir Grgovitch, the Chaser who transferred to Charlie Cannons for a record-breaking transfer fee two years ago! He was also the record holder for steals that season."

"Oh, no no no!" Harry shook his head quickly, "I'm definitely not thinking of Gregorovitch, I'll ask him secretly later If I ask Vanlin, maybe he'll know. "

"Oh, then Hermione might know too, but I don't think it's the Chaser," said Ron, "but, anyway, happy birthday to you!"

"Wow... Yeah, I forgot! I'm seventeen!" Harry picked up the wand next to the camping bed and pointed it at the messy desk where his glasses were placed, "Flying glasses!"

Well... Although those things were only a foot away from him, watching them suddenly fly over and stop just before poking his eyes could produce a huge sense of satisfaction.

For a moment, Harry felt a burst of joy. In fact, he had always envied Vanlin for being able to use magic unscrupulously, no matter where he was.

However, that was because Vanlin's wand was destroyed once, and the remade wand was made by Nicolas Flamel and Vanlin, and the people from the Ministry of Magic could not get involved at all.

But now, he can also use magic, right?

"Beautiful!" Ron cheered immediately.

Harry, who was immersed in joy, scattered everything in Ron's room and woke up the piggy, which flapped its wings excitedly in the cage. Harry even tried to use magic to tie his shoelaces (the magic knot took several minutes to untie by hand), and deliberately changed the orange uniform in Ron's Charlie-Cannon poster to light blue. .

"I'd use my hands," Ron suggested, snickering, and Harry quickly sensed that he had something to say.

"This is a gift for you. Open it here without letting my mother see it."

"Is it a book?" Harry took the rectangular package in surprise. It seemed that in his impression only Hermione could do such a thing as delivering books.

Is Ron's brain going crazy?

"It's not the same as those canonical books, is it?" Harry tried to ask

"This is different from the books you usually read." Ron said, "This is an absolute classic. "Twelve Examples of Success and Failure in Chasing Girls" can tell you everything about girls. I wish I had read this book last year , Lavender and I weren't... Well, anyway, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I learned a lot from it. You'd be surprised to find that it wasn't all about how to use a wand. To do something."

Harry happily accepted Ron's gift.

When they came to the kitchen, the table was covered with gifts. Bill and Mr. Delacour were almost finishing breakfast when Mrs. Weasley stood by the frying pan chatting with them.

"Arthur asked me to wish you a happy seventeenth birthday for him, Harry." Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully, "He has to go to work very early, but he will be back by dinner. The one at the top is us A gift for you."

Harry sat down, took the square package she pointed to, and opened it. Inside was a watch that was exactly the same as the one given to Ron by the Weasleys when he was seventeen. The case was gold, and the star-shaped hands rotated on the dial.

"According to tradition, when a wizard comes of age, a watch is given to him," Mrs. Weasley looked at him uneasily by the stove, "but this watch is probably not as new as the one given to Ron. In fact, it is My brother Fabian's watch. He never takes good care of his things. I'm afraid there is a small notch on the back cover, but..."

She stopped mid-sentence as Harry stood up and hugged her. He put many emotions that could not be expressed in words into this hug. Maybe she also understood. When Harry let go of her, she patted Harry's face awkwardly with her hand, and then waved her wand lightly. , half the bacon in the frying pan flew out and fell to the floor.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" Hermione said as she rushed into the kitchen and put her gift on top of the pile. "It's just a small gift, but I hope you like it. What did you give him?"

She then asked Ron, who pretended not to hear her.

"Come on, open Hermione's gift!" said Ron.

She bought him a new speculum.

"Happy birthday!" Fan Lin said sincerely, "Actually, I also want a watch."

"Then it seems you need to wait until next year!" Harry suddenly realized that Fanlin would not be considered an adult until next year.

"So, this is a gift for you." Fan Lin said, taking out the black gift box Hermione prepared for him in the morning.

"This is..." Harry opened it, "This feels familiar to me."

"Lucky Potion," Fanlin yawned, "I learned it from Professor Slughorn, and you will be the first user of Fanlin's potion."

"Sometimes I really doubt whether you are studying alchemy or potions." Harry smiled, "But it is of great use to me."

Harry recalled the wonderful feeling before acquiring Slughorn's memories, as if he could succeed in anything he did.

Other gifts include a magic razor from Bill and Fleur.

("Ah, by the way, 'Zege' will let you experience the wonderful feeling of getting a haircut," Mr. Delacour emphasized, "but you must make it clear what hairstyle you want..." If you don't fold it, you will find that there is a little less hair than expected;...")

Harry thinks Hermione is more reliable. At least, he won't be shaved bald?

The Delacours brought chocolates, and Fred and George brought a large box of new items from Weasley's wizarding shop.

Harry, Ron, Verlin and Hermione did not stay at the dining table for too long, because Mrs. Delacour, Fleur, Gabrielle, and Bill were all in the kitchen, which made the originally small space seem a bit crowded.

"I'll wrap these up for you." When the four of them went upstairs, Hermione took the gift from Harry's arms and said happily.

"Oh, okay..." Harry nodded, "Maybe I can..."

Before Harry could finish his words, Hermione had already used her wand to direct the gifts to go upstairs.

"Wow, it's great to be an adult. I can use magic at will..." Fan Lin said with envy.

? ? ?

Harry looked at Fan Lin with disgust, and just when he was about to taunt him, suddenly the door of a room on the first floor platform opened.

"Harry, could you come in for a moment?"

It's Ginny.

Ron stopped abruptly, but Fan Lin and Hermione took his elbows with great discernment and struggled to drag Ron upstairs.

Harry followed Ginny into her room, which made Harry a little nervous. In fact, he had never been to Ginny's room before. The room was small but well-lit. There was a huge poster of the witch band "Weird Sisters" on the wall, and on the other side was a photo of Gwen Jones, the captain of the women's Quidditch team Holyhead Harpies.

There was a table in front of the open window, and outside the window they could see the small court where they played two-on-two Quidditch games with Vanlin, Ron and Hermione. (It was a pleasant massacre! The least suspenseful game in Quidditch. Vanlin reacted quickly, but, to be honest, he was really bad at flying a broom. Hermione was more threatening than Vanlin.)

And now a large pearl white tent was set up in the court. The golden flag on the top of the tent was as high as Ginny's window.

Inexplicably, Harry's heartbeat began to speed up, like a hammer, knocking on his chest.

This caused Harry to have to adjust his breathing and try to make himself look more competitive.

Ginny, on the other hand, looked calm. She raised her head and looked up at Harry's face, took a deep breath, and said, "Happy seventeenth birthday."

"Okay...thank you." She looked straight at him, but Harry couldn't look at her like that, it was like staring at a blinding glare.

"Nice view." Harry said softly, pointing out the window. She pretended not to hear, and he couldn't blame her.

"I can't think of anything to give you." Ginny said quietly.

"Uh...you don't have to give me anything." Harry hurriedly explained, but it didn't work. Ginny pretended not to hear this.

"I don't know what will be useful to you. It can't be too big because you can't carry it with you." He glanced at her, she didn't cry, which was a unique thing about Ginny. She rarely cried. He thought maybe it was because she grew up with six brothers that made her strong.

She took a step closer to him.

"So I thought, I want to give you something to remind you of me. You know, you may meet many veelas outside in the future."

Sure enough, Ginny still had a grudge against Fleur.

"Honestly, I don't think there's a chance in the final battle."

"That's a blessing in disguise," she whispered, and then kissed him as if she had never kissed him before, and Harry kissed her in the same way, as if he had drunk hot whiskey.

Ginny, she seemed to be the only real thing in the world, one hand on her back, the other hand through her long hair with sweet fragrance, that feeling - the door was pushed open with a "bang", and they suddenly separated.

"Oh," Ron shouted purposefully, "I'm sorry."

"Ron!" Hermione stood behind him, panting slightly, and behind him was Vanlin.

"You are a pig, so strong, don't you know how to care for the patient?" Vanlin complained.

God knows what attribute Ron has awakened, listening to the crack in the door?

The Weasley family doesn't seem to have such a habit, or, is it inherited from Mrs. Weasley?

But it cannot be denied that Ron has definitely forgotten who Harry is?

And then the soul of sister control burned so fiercely that it broke the door?

Anyway, everyone present was quite embarrassed. Ron seemed to calm down, and then stood there with a red face, looking at Harry uncomfortably.

"Hehe...hehe...you...what, you guys continue..." Fanlin and Hermione reached out to pull Ron, but at this moment Ron seemed to be petrified, standing there straight, which reminded Fanlin of Goyle, the tall fat man.

"So, I still wish you a happy birthday, Harry!" (To be continued)