After Harry left Professor X's office, he did not immediately go back to his room to rest.
Instead, when he passed by the lounge, he grabbed Neville and asked, "Where's Ginny?"
"Harry? Where did you go before? "Neville asked in a daze. Then, he suddenly came back to his senses and grabbed Harry.
"No, don't go yet! Hermione said that once you come back, you have to tell her... "
Thinking of Hermione's nagging, Harry had a cold war,
He pulled his arm out forcefully and pulled Neville to comfort him, "Don't worry.
I'll go back to find Hermione later.
Tell me where Ginny is first. "
Neville looked at Harry suspiciously for a while. Seeing that the latter was indeed anxious, he slowly said, "At this time, Ginny is usually in the reading room on the west side of the fourth floor."
In addition to the large library on the first floor, there were also many small lounges and reading rooms set up in the academy.
It was especially suitable for holding various salons.
However, Harry had been busy since he came to the United States. He had not participated in many activities among his classmates. As he hurried through the corridor, he realized something. How long has it been since I last saw Ginny?
It was not that Ginny was missing or anything.
It was just that...
Perhaps it was because of Harry himself.
It seemed that he had not spoken to Ginny for a long time.
It was also rare to see her appear with Ron and the others.
She was about to become a background character.
The reading room on the fourth floor was at the end of this floor.
It was relatively remote.
Other than some students who were quieter, very few people would visit this place. Harry pushed open the door but did not see Ginny. He only saw two students sitting quietly on the sofa reading. They did not raise their heads when they heard Harry come in.
Harry walked softly. After walking past four rows of bookshelves, he found Ginny in the corner.
Or rather, Ginny's castle.
The girl sat in the corner between the bookshelf and the wall. Beside her and in front of her were tall stacks of books that reached over her head, forming a high wall between her and the world. She was still wearing the strange robe that looked like a priestess' robe. Her long red hair was pinned behind her ears with a pen cap and hung down from her shoulders. She did not raise her head, only muttering something to herself.
Harry turned sideways and looked out of the window. The sunset glow was blooming, and the warm yellow with gold leaves covered the entire campus. A few rays of light fell into the reading room and into Ginny's bright brown eyes.
Stepping through the obstacles, Harry walked to Ginny and carefully pushed away a stack of books. He then sat down next to the girl and looked at the cover of the book she was reading. It was O 'Neill's compilation.
The boy frowned slightly and then said half-jokingly, "I thought you wouldn't like O 'Neal."
The girl looked up and smiled. "Why? Tragedy gives meaning to life and hope. Only tragedy gives meaning to beauty and truth — it has been like this since the time of King Oedipus. "
The boy saw a vast wasteland from the girl's smiling face.
"It has always been like this …" The girl's dreamy voice was like snow falling on the wasteland. "Humans have never really realized themselves. They only pursue, pursue, and then in the inevitable failure, they create illusions to numb themselves. So we have knights and princesses, love stories and heroic epics. But we have never realized ourselves. We have to keep asking, asking about desire, life, and the meaning of life. But there is nothing except the soul that has been corroded by the ordinary days. So we put on the coat of a hairy ape, kill our children, and watch day turn into night … "
Harry was not sure if the sudden dimming of the light was because of Ginny's muttering or because the sun had sunk below the horizon.
Ginny suddenly stopped talking and looked at Harry as if she had just noticed his arrival. "Harry? Did something happen? "
Harry's face stiffened. "No." "No. It's nothing. I just … By the way, Ginny, are you still in touch with Professor Lockhart? "
Ginny tilted her head and took out a small notebook from her small satchel. Then she pulled out a postcard that was used as a bookmark. "He sent it to me on my birthday at the end of August."
Harry took a look. It was a postcard from Lockhart from Paris. It said, "Ginevra, I am walking the streets where Baudelaire once walked, experiencing the melancholy of Paris."
There were two lines of a short poem below:
Death sighs and sees with great uneasiness
A rib-shaped cancer is hanging in the liquid sky.
It didn't look like a birthday card at all. It was full of the atmosphere of Halloween.
Thinking of Halloween, Harry remembered the thousands of candles in the auditorium of the Hogwarts, as well as Haig's pumpkin lanterns, the various pumpkin snacks made by the house elves, and the twins' holiday pranks …
These are all missing, and Harry hasn't figured out how to explain to his friends that if he went back to school, his home would be gone, and so would his school. He can only lock everything in a small box and sink to the bottom of the sea.
Harry, who seemed to have cast a spell on himself, returned to his room in a daze. He slept like a log and naturally forgot to look for Hermione. So when he woke up the next day, the first thing he saw was an angry lioness squatting … standing by his bed.
"Ah … Hermione …"
The wand on the tip of Harry's nose interrupted his greeting. Hermione reached out and lifted Harry's blanket to prevent him from retreating. Then she frowned and asked, "Where have you been two days ago?"
"Gotham …" This was the truth.
"Why did you go to Gotham?"
"For world peace …" Harry lowered his head to avoid Hermione's grinning face. Then he begged sincerely, "Big sister, it's really for world peace. I can't go to Gotham for a holiday, can I?"
Hermione did not plan to let him fool her this time. "The people who disappeared with you were Professor Snape, Professor Lang, Quicksilver, and the protégé. In terms of scale, it's not a small problem, but I didn't see any news reports about Gotham."
This meant that the Wayne family's public relations team had done a good job. Harry sighed and sat up straight. "It's not something to be proud of. Of course, there's no news." Then, Harry told Hermione the whole story of the Gotham storm, starting from the video that Bart brought. Of course, the part about Oulopolos and Nihon was omitted.
Harry's narration was not too vivid, but the witch was still nervous. It was not until Harry started to complain about being spanked by Snape that she signaled for him to shut up. Then she said with a straight face, "It's good that this matter has been resolved. But there are still a few things that you haven't explained. First, why would Professor Xavier come to you, a third-year student, when something happened to Gotham? "
Harry could only chuckle like a fool.
The witch sneered. "Second, Pietro and Demar came back yesterday morning, but you and Professor Snape came back in the evening. Where did you go in the middle of the night? Finally, Professor Snape and Professor Lupin did not attend dinner yesterday. Of course, you didn't either. And according to Percy's eavesdropping, they seemed to have had an unpleasant conversation last night. What was the reason for that? "
Harry could probably answer the last question. Snape should have told Lupin about the disappearance of the magic world. After all, they were colleagues, and Lupin was the leader in name. Snape could not have hidden such an important matter from Lupin.
But the reality was that Harry could not answer any of these questions. He could only hold his stomach and say, "Hermione, I haven't eaten for three meals."
Hermione paused for a moment before she continued to grind her teeth. "Harry, you're making things difficult for me!"
"Hermione …" Harry said that he was hungry, but his chest was swollen with all kinds of complicated emotions. Hermione's concern and anxiety under her angry eyes made him drown in his own guilt. So, in the end, Harry softened his tone. "Hermione, give me a little more time to calm down. I promise, if I have to tell anyone the truth, it will be you."
Harry's good attitude made Hermione put away her wand. But she could not help but mock him. "You're sure it won't be Professor Snape?"
"… I've said it, friend! Friend! "
After that, Hermione turned to the door and yelled, "Come in, Harry is awake."
The door was pushed open, and a group of boys led by Ron rushed in. They surrounded Harry and asked about his well-being. The boy was moved. From their conversation, Harry's whereabouts during the two days he was away from school had already been explained by the officials. A fugitive suspected to be a wizard had appeared in Gotham, and Snape and Harry, the best of the students, had been invited by Batman to be his advisors.
Harry, who was surrounded by the boys, had to give Hermione a thumbs up.
Seeing that Harry was unharmed and only looked a little tired, Ron waved for Neville to bring over the breakfast that they had brought for Harry. "It's all kept warm. If you go out now, the restaurant will be empty."
When Harry saw the food, he really felt that his stomach had been lonely for a long time. As he ate the porridge, he listened to Ron and the rest chatting around the bed. Harry realized that without him, his friends' school life … was quite interesting.
"Yesterday afternoon, Bobby froze the pond."
"A natural skating rink."
"And natural roller skates."
"Fantastic."
The twins were still singing the same tune.
"Did you forget something?" Derek leaned against the wall and raised his eyebrows.
"And John's fire prank." Ron had learned how to be the butt of the joke.
The twins' expressions suddenly collapsed, making Harry laugh.
Ron looked at Harry, who was laughing so hard that he was burping, and felt a little relieved. He then searched for all kinds of interesting stories in the school and told them to Harry. "... But, it seems that there is no Halloween party here. Maybe there is no giant jack-o '-lantern, but Warren said that there is a day off. Maybe we can go out to town and have fun...
Halloween, it's Halloween again. Harry swallowed the last mouthful of porridge. He felt that it didn't enter his stomach but was blocked in his esophagus.
After the meal, Harry claimed that he still wanted to take a rest. The visitors left considerately. Only Hermione, who received the hint, stayed until the end. When the boys were far away, she asked, "What's wrong?"
Harry asked, "Hermione, did you bring a lot of books in your small bag? I mean, a wizard's book. "
"There are some." Hermione was puzzled. "Do you want to see them?"
Harry bowed his head and pondered for a while. He reported a few book titles, "Do you have these books?"
"Space magic?" Hermione frowned and recalled, "Not necessarily all of them. In fact, maybe only one or two books. I will go back and look for them. If I have them, I will send them to you. Why are you suddenly interested in space magic? "
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