Chapter 1615 Sacred Ceremony

Yes, no one thought that this day would come so soon.

Happy summer vacation, those happy memories, as if it was yesterday.

How wonderful it would be if time could be frozen!

"Hermione and I are leaving, we..." Before Ivan finished speaking, his mother stood up and hugged him in her arms.

She was crying, because she had said it many times before, so this time she didn't say anything except parting words.

But the tears of parting are indeed inevitable.

Even if you already know everything, even a strong person will shed tears at this moment.

They are about to part, and may never see each other again, forever...

Ai Wen sniffled, he told himself to be strong, but being hugged by his mother, his tears gushed out uncontrollably, soaking his eyes.

He hastily lowered his head and bent down to hug his mother, hugging her hard.

When no one was looking, he wiped away tears with the back of his hand.

On this occasion, he should be the strongest.

Ivan knew that after today, he would be Hermione's only reliance.

They were going on that dangerous journey, and his weakness would only increase Hermione's pressure.

"Take care of yourself out there, I..." Mrs. Mason choked out.

"I will, Mom, take care of yourself too." Ivan whispered in her ear, "It won't be long, Hermione and I will go find you."

"Take care, son, we are waiting for you to come to China to find us."

Mr. Mason also came over and patted Ivan on the shoulder.

"Yeah!" Ivan nodded solemnly.

Then Mr. Granger came to say goodbye, and finally Mrs. Granger was holding Hermione's hand. She slowly put Hermione's little hand into Ivan's. This scene is like the mother handing her daughter's hand to the groom's hand in a church wedding...

Simple actions seem to have become some kind of ritual at this moment.

Sacred, solemn, and of extraordinary significance.

Everyone watched, blessed, and silently witnessed.

Hermione's eyes were red, and she stopped crying. Mrs. Granger handed her hand to Ivan obediently, and then let Ivan hold her. She also held tightly, feeling the warmth of each other's palms , this seems to be the only temperature at this moment, the temperature of the palm represents the temperature of the soul, and the two are leaning together.

"Ivan, promise me, take care of Hermione!" Mrs. Granger said.

"Don't worry, I will." Ivan said, he knew that his words were a promise, a promise to the Grangers and Hermione, and a promise to himself.

From now on, he will use his whole life to fulfill this promise.

In a sad atmosphere, Ivan and Hermione looked at their parents, then took out their wands and pointed them at them, chanting spells at the same time as if they had a tacit understanding, and a burst of blue light flashed in the room...

Goodbye, hope to meet again that day!

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Under the influence of inexplicable emotions, Harry felt like crying for some reason.

He felt so strangely real that he should be glad to be away from the Dursleys for good.

This meant that he no longer had to endure their torture.

From now on, he can live with Sirius and Ginny, and he can do what he likes without any scruples, just like a wizard should be.

God only knew how much Harry had missed this day for the past sixteen years.

Just then, the downstairs doorbell rang.

Harry hesitated, left the room, and came downstairs. He told himself that he was not going to say goodbye to the Dursleys, but came down to avoid any other troubles. It might be unrealistic to expect Hestia and Dedalore to deal with the Dursleys alone.

"Harry Potter!"

As soon as Harry opened the door there was a scream of excitement, and a small man in a lavender top hat bowed deeply to him.

"Honored!"

"Thanks, Dedalore," said Harry, smiling awkwardly at the dark-haired Hestia, "that's very kind of you, well, well, here they are, my aunt, uncle and cousin... ..."

"Hello, Harry Potter's relatives!" Dedalus said cheerfully as he strode into the living room.

The Dursleys didn't seem at all happy to be called that, and Harry was vaguely worried that they might change their minds again.

When Dudley saw the two wizards and wizards, he shrank back from his mother again in horror.

Not surprisingly, he must have thought of the memory of growing a pig's tail again.

"You guys packed up and got ready. Great! The plan is very simple, just like what Harry told you." Dedalus said, taking out a huge pocket watch from his vest and looking at it, "We Go first, Harry later."

"It's dangerous to use magic in your house. Harry is underage, which would give the Ministry an excuse to arrest him. Let's get the car out, let's say, ten miles or so, then Apparate, to our Go to the safe place chosen for you." He asked Uncle Vernon very politely, "I suppose you can drive?"

"I can drive... Of course I can fucking drive!" Uncle Vernon said anxiously.

"You are so smart, sir, so smart, I was completely confused when I saw so many buttons and knobs." De Dalo said, "I knew from the look of you that you must be an old driver. It's amazing... ..."

He obviously thought he was flattering Vernon Dursley, and Dursley's confidence in the plan was evidently slipping away with every word Dedalore said.

Old driver, what the hell is this funny guy talking about.

"You can't even drive a car..." He muttered in a low voice, shaking his beard with anger, but luckily Dedalus and Heska didn't seem to hear.

"You, Harry!" continued Dedallo, "the guards waiting for you here, a little change in the arrangement..."

"What did you say?" Harry said immediately, "I remember Sirius saying that he and Mad-Eye were coming to reveal my entourage?"

"No!" said Heska stiffly. "They'll explain."

The Dursleys listened to these conversations with puzzled faces, when suddenly a voice screamed, "Hurry up!"

They were taken aback. Looking around the living room, Harry realized that the sound was coming from Dedalus' pocket watch.

"Yes, we are short on time!" De Dalo nodded to his pocket watch, and stuffed it into the vest again, "Simply put, we have changed our plan, Harry, not waiting until you come of age, but immediately , we intend for you to leave the house at the same time your family disapparates. That way, when the spell breaks, you all run to safety. Well, Mr. Dursley, are your bags packed? We're ready to let's go?"