Chapter 830 Passionate and Weird

After sitting down, Harry moved next to Sirius, while Fanlin naturally sat in the empty seat next to Hermione, which the girl had reserved for him.

"I really didn't expect that I would become a prefect." Hermione said excitedly. The girl's face was still flushed. She raised her head and looked at Fan Lin beside her, eager to share her joy with him. For Hermione, becoming a prefect is definitely about life at Hogwarts. "I mean, I wasn't ready for it, it was so sudden!"

"Have confidence in yourself, Hermione. You are Gryffindor, no, the best wizard in the entire Hogwarts." Fan Lin said happily, "Think about it, who can be like you?" You can always be ranked first in age, and in other aspects, whether it is knowledge or magic, you are very good. You are worthy of this prefect. "

"I'm not as good as you said..."

"You are far better than I said, and better than other prefects." Fan Lin continued, gently rubbing Hermione's raised head and pressing her down again, "Dumbledore trusts You, and you probably don’t know how important you are in Hogwarts, Hermione, even if you were placed in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, it wouldn’t be difficult for you to become a prefect.”

"But I don't know what to do? What should a prefect do?" Hermione said, the girl's words were a little uneasy, "I remember that Percy seemed to have read a book like "How Prefects Gain Power". Maybe I You should come and have a look."

"Oh, that's too bad. You don't need this kind of thing at all. Hermione, believe me, you will get it soon." Fan Lin vowed, "If anyone dares not to listen to you, you Just deduct points or put him in solitary confinement. If he doesn't listen again, tell me to solve it. I guarantee that they won't say a word no."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hermione whispered, and Alvin was not talking about the prefect, but the campus bully, "Humph, if I lock someone up, you will be the first one to be locked up."

"Wow, you are repaying kindness with hatred." Fan Lin said, "Of course, if you are willing to accompany a person in solitary confinement for a while, I would be happy to get into the French Open."

Apart from the intense love here and the joy at the beginning, the conversation between Harry and Sirius quickly got on the right track.

However, the addition of Moody made Harry feel even heavier.

Moody took a long drink from his flagon and stared at Harry with his evil eye. "Come here, Harry, I think there's something that might interest you." Moody said, taking out a tattered magic photo album from the inner pocket of his robes.

"This is a member of the original Phoenix Order," Moody complained. "I found it last night when I was looking for an invisibility cloak. It looks like Bodmore didn't return the good photo album to me... I thought people might be interested. Take a look."

Harry held the photo album - there was a small group of people in it, some waving to him, some holding glasses, looking back at him.

"This is me," Moody pointed nonchalantly at himself. He's easy to spot in the photo album, with his nose still intact despite some gray hair. “That’s Dumbledore next to me, and Dedarius Diggle on the other side of me…that’s Marlene McKinnon, who was murdered along with her whole family two weeks after this photo was taken. That's Frank and Alice Longbottom."

When Harry saw Alice Longbottom, he felt sick in his stomach. Although he had never been in contact with her, Harry was very familiar with that friendly face - because it was so similar to her son, Neville. .

"—Despicable scoundrels," snarled Moody, "perhaps it would be better for them to die... That's Emmeline Vance, you've seen her, this is Lupin, obviously... ... Benji Fenwick, he was captured by them too, and we only found a small part of his body... just this little bit," he said, poking at the photo with his hand, and the person on it slowly The ground moved, and the originally blurry figures moved to the front. "That was Edgar Bonnis... the brother of Emirabonise, who was a great wizard, and they killed him and his whole family too... Sturgis Bodmore, oh, he looks so good. Young... Karadik Delbon, six months after this photo was taken, he disappeared and we didn't even find his body... Hagrid, of course, he looked the same as before... Elphiasto Brother, you've seen it too, I forgot he was wearing that stupid hat before...Gideon Privitt, he and his brother Fabian are both heroes, fighting five Death Eaters , sacrificed... move, move..." People in the album pushed each other, and the person originally located in the back right corner moved to the front. "That's Dumbledore's brother Apopforth, I've only met him once, a strange guy... That's Dorcas Midowes, Voldemort killed him himself... Sirius, still has short hair... …and…come on, I think you’ll like it!”

Harry's heart sank. His father and mother were smiling at him. Sitting beside them was a man with small, blurry eyes. Harry immediately recognized him - Pedro - the man who had asked Voldemort The person who betrayed his parents, he told Voldemort the hiding place of Harry's parents, causing them to be killed by Voldemort.

"Huh?" Moody was stunned. Harry looked up at Moody's badly disfigured, jagged face. It was obvious that Moody was frustrated that he had caused Harry discomfort. "That," Harry tried to smile, "uh... that, I remembered, I haven't sorted it out yet..."

"Pedillu is right. If your father were here, he would definitely forgive him." Sirius said, "In fact, we all know that even if he doesn't take the initiative to donate, Voldemort can get everything if he catches him. It’s just that the method that damn guy chose is really unacceptable.”

"Well, it doesn't matter, he's in Azkaban." Harry said calmly, gently rubbing the glass of the album with his hand.

"I'm glad you think so, Harry," said Sirius. "Someone is always punished and can never escape."

Harry planned to leave. In fact, except for Fan Lin, most of the people had already gathered together in twos and threes, the twin brothers and Mundungus, Ron, Ginny and Tonks.

As for Fanlin, the two of them were trapped in a world of two from the beginning.

Harry resisted Ron's invitation and planned to put the photo album back on top. He almost couldn't wait to leave.

He didn't understand why this photo shocked him so much - he had seen photos of his parents before, after all, he had met Pedilu... but they were so close... no one would like this when they saw it. , he thought angrily... And those happy faces surrounding his parents...

Benji Fenwick, who only found a small part of his body, Giden Priwett who died like a hero, Lumberton who was tortured to the point of going crazy...

In the photo, they would forever be waving happily, unaware of their fate... Yes, Moody probably thought that was funny... but he...

Harry, I felt very disturbed... Harry tiptoed up the stairs and gradually regained himself. He slowly calmed down, but when he just reached the first floor, he heard someone crying in the lounge.

"Is anyone there?" Harry said. The crying didn't stop, but there was no answer to him. Harry walked up the remaining steps two steps at a time, crossed the landing, and opened the door to the lounge. A person was huddled in a dark corner, holding a wand in her hand, sobbing and shaking. Under the moonlight, lying on the dirty and old carpet, was a body - it was Ron. Harry felt the air drained from his lungs - he felt dizzy - his mind was frozen - oh no, this can't be - wait, this is impossible - Ron is downstairs - —

"Mrs. Weasley?" Harry croaked. "R-R-Riddick Ruth!"

Mrs. Weasley whimpered, pointing her trembling wand at Ron's body.

"Bang" Ron's body turned into Bill's, with a big gash on his back, eyes wide open and empty - Mrs. Weasley whimpered even harder.

"Funny!" she added. "Bang" the corpse turned into Mr. Weasley again - his glasses were crooked and blood was dripping from his face.

"No!" screamed Mrs. Weasley. "-No... Riddick Ruth! Riddick Ruth! Riddick Ruth!" "Bang", the twins' bodies - "Bang", Percy - "Bang", Harry's body...

"Mrs. Weasley, get out of here!" Harry shouted, looking at his body lying on the floor, "Let the others..."

"What's the matter?" Lupine burst into the room, followed by Sirius and Moody limping after him. Lupine saw Harry's body on the floor from Mrs. Weasley and immediately understood what was going on. He took out his wand and said very clearly and firmly: "Riddick Ruth!" Harry's body disappeared. It was replaced by a cloud of silver smoke. Lupine waved his wand again, and the silver smoke dissipated instantly.

"Oh...oh...no..." Mrs. Weasley choked for a while, buried her face in her hands, and finally burst into tears. "Molly," Lupine walked towards her and said softly, "Molly, don't..." Suddenly, Mrs. Weasley was sobbing on Lupine's shoulder.

"Molly, it's just a Boggart," Lupine said comfortingly, patting her head gently, "Just a stupid Boggart..."

"I saw them die - they died at the same time!" Mrs. Weasley sobbed on Lupine's shoulder, "At the same time! I, I saw..."

Sirius stared at Borg's position just now, imagining Harry's body lying there; Moody looked at Harry, and Harry avoided his sight - and suddenly he had a strange idea - Moody's magic eye came from Following him from the moment he walked out of the kitchen.

"Don't, don't tell Arthur," Mrs. Weasley choked while wiping tears with her sleeves, "I, I don't want him to know... This is too, too stupid..." Lupine handed her a piece. Handkerchief, she gasped.

"Harry, I'm sorry, what do you think?" Mrs. Weasley trembled, "I can't even deal with a Boggart..."

"Don't think so," Harry tried to reassure with a smile.

"I, I'm just too worried," Mrs. Weasley's tears welled up again, "Half of the family members are in the Phoenix Order. If we can all be safe, then, that would be a miracle... But, Percy ignored us... What if something happens to him, and I, we don't know, how to make up for it? Also, what if me, me and Arthur are killed, who, who? To take care of Ron and Ginny?"

"Molly, that's enough," Lupine said firmly, "It will never be like last time. This time the Phoenix Order is well prepared. We are ahead of Voldemort because we know he is back..."

Mrs. Weasley shrieked softly in fear at the name.

"Oh, Molly, look, it's time you got used to hearing his name - I can't guarantee that no one will be killed in the future - no one can - but we're really a lot stronger than last time. You Not in the Phoenix Order, you don't understand. Last time the Death Eaters outnumbered us twenty to one, so they could take us out one by one..."

Harry thought again of his parents' beaming faces in the photo - and he knew Moody was still looking at him.

"Don't worry Percy," Sirius said suddenly, "he will come back. Now it's just because Voldemort hasn't appeared in public - once he does, the entire Ministry of Magic will be begging for our forgiveness. I can't be sure then. I Do you accept their apology, but there is no doubt that the initiative is still on our side." Sirius said angrily.

"As to the question of who would take care of Ron and Ginny if you and Arthur sacrificed each other," Lupine smiled, "do you think we would let them suffer?"

Mrs. Weasley smiled shakily.

"I'm so stupid," she muttered, wiping her eyes.

But Harry didn't think Mrs. Weasley's idea was stupid. Ten minutes later, he returned to the room and closed the door. He could still see his parents smiling at him from the tattered photo album - at that time, they were unaware of their lives and the many people around them. Just like that, it ended suddenly. Images of the bodies of the Weasley family transformed by Borg flashed before his eyes in turn. The scar on his forehead burned again and his stomach twitched violently.

"Don't hurt," Harry said firmly, rubbing the scar, and the pain slowly subsided. "Talk to your own head, the first step to madness." A sly voice came from the blank painting on the wall. Harry ignored it. He felt more tired than he'd ever felt - and only an hour ago he'd been worried about the Joke Shop and the guy with the prefect's badge.

With the creaking sound of the door opening, Harry jumped up, but then he felt relieved again. It was Kreacher, the house elf of the Black family. He was responsible for the hygiene of the entire house and the magic on the wall. Defense couldn't stop him at all.

"Oh, my poor mistress, the original Black family actually lived in such a group of trash, scum, and stupid betrayers. How would my mistress feel if she knew about it? It's all Kreacher's fault, but Kreacher doesn't have the power to drive these people out."

Harry was a little angry, but he knew what Kreacher looked like. Kreacher was always like this, complaining to himself.

"The noble Black family." Harry's voice was a little cold, as if he had just been fished out of a deep well.

It seemed that Harry succeeded. He shocked Kreacher. This was the first time for the house elf Kreacher to react like this. Because except for Sirius's words, his facial expression completely changed. He watched carefully. Harry, Harry stared blankly at the floor.

Suddenly, Harry felt a sting on his forehead and had to touch his forehead with his hand.

Kreacher shrank back slightly, clutching the rag in his hand tightly, as if he was frightened by Harry.

"This is really sad. Those people never know what they are doing, and they still try to push black magic. My mistress, the betrayal of identity and blood will make them lose everything..."

Kreacher almost immediately returned to his usual nonchalant demeanor.

Harry was frightened by his own voice, but the feeling was far away, like an illusion.

Harry looked at Kreacher for confirmation, but the damn house elf would not give him any answer at all. He still repeated words that disgusted everyone.

Harry thought he was crazy. He ignored the elf and planned to return to Fanlin and the others, but...

"Kreacher, can you..."

Harry felt that he was really stupid for getting angry. What was he really going to ask this scolding elf for confirmation? (To be continued)