"Jia Mei …" Harry looked at Kamia. "I want to ask you something."
"Go ahead." Kamia leaned against the bed with a faint smile.
"But don't ask why."
"I won't ask why …" Harry said slowly, staring into Kamia's eyes.
"I just want to ask, before you came to this world,
What happened in the Babel Library? "
Seeing Kamia's blank eyes,
Harry knew that he had asked the right question. "At that time, I was still in the book, but you were outside.
So, what happened in the Babel Library? Did you come to this world on your own accord? "
Kamia did not answer.
Before Harry could ask again, they both heard Xenophilius's footsteps. Harry had to turn back into a gray-blue bird and fly away from the window.
Moreover …
He knew deep down that Kamia would not answer this question.
When Xenophilius gently pushed the door open and came in, he saw his wife leaning against the bed in a daze with no expression on her face.
When he walked over to take a look, his newborn daughter was also in a daze in the cradle.
"Xeno,
Where's Luna? "Kamia came back to her senses.
Seeing that Xenophilius came in alone,
She said.
Xenophilius picked up his daughter, who had her eyes open, and put her between himself and Kamia. Then he replied, "Luna and Weisles' children went to play by the river."
Kamia glanced at Tommy. Seeing the baby's strange expression, she knew that she was probably frightened by her conversation with Harry. However, Xenophilius remembered something else. He patted Tommy's swaddling clothes and was a little puzzled. "Kamia, have we not fed Tommy milk yet?"
Feed … feed? Kamia, who wanted to reach out and pinch Tommy, froze. She had never considered feeding Tommy herself. Children could grow up by drinking milk, right?
Xenophilius understood Kamia's meaning. He did not say anything, but lowered his head and touched Tommy, avoiding Kamia's gaze.
Just when Kamia was feeling guilty and Xenophilius was silent, Tommy suddenly cried, startling both of them.
Xenophilius, after all, had raised Luna. He immediately touched Tommy's butt to see if it was wet... Kamia was surprised — Voldemort was crying?
In fact, this was not considered crying. Little Tommy was just howling. She felt wronged. In Lovegood's memory, Tommy was still the great Dark Lord Voldemort yesterday. Although he was defeated by a young wizard who had just reached adulthood, he was still a formidable hero. However, after closing his eyes and opening his eyes, he did not see Merlin, nor did he go to hell. Instead, he became a newborn baby girl. What was more frightening was that "her" biological mother seemed to know his origin like the back of her hand. Just ten minutes ago, she was still discussing with his nemesis, Harry Potter, about revenge.
The successive shocks made little Tommy tired and hungry. However, this woman did not seem to want to feed him. Did she want to starve the great Dark Lord to death? And this good-for-nothing man was actually touching the Dark Lord's butt!
"Wah wah …" The crying little Tommy was finally taken over by Kamia. Although the little girl was howling with all her might, her face was still dry. Kamia was relieved. "Okay, stop shouting."
Wasn't this tone a little too serious for a two-day-old child? But before Xenophilius could say anything, little Tommy really stopped crying and lay in Kamia's arms.
Kamia was in a dilemma as she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her pajamas. Xenophilius quickly turned his face away, but little Tommy soon cried again. He looked back and saw Kamia's subtle expression. "She didn't want to!"
While crying, little Tommy thought angrily. Now that my identity has been exposed, the Dark Lord will not let me pretend to be a baby no matter what!
While Lovegood's family was worrying about raising a new baby, Harry immediately found Hermione's name in the magic address book after returning to Weisles's house.
YOU-KNOW-WHO: "Min?"
It took a long time for the other party to reply.
Walking Bookshelf: "Yes."
Walking Bookshelf: "I heard you're living in the Burrow now? That's great. "
YOU-KNOW-WHO: "O (∩ _ ∩) O"
YOU-KNOW-WHO: "What about you? What are you doing during the summer vacation? "
Walking Bookshelf: "You know: homework, reading, and researching new products with the twins."
Walking Bookshelf: "I also borrowed a second-grade textbook from Percy. I've already reviewed it twice."
YOU-KNOW-WHO: "…"
YOU-KNOW-WHO: "Min, since you're working so hard, can you help me look into something?"
Walking Bookshelf: "?"
Walking Bookshelf: "What is it?"
YOU-KNOW-WHO: "Do you still remember Jiamei?"
Walking Bookshelf: "!" "Professor Kamia?" "What happened to her?"
YOU-KNOW-WHO: "She's doing well. She just gave birth to a girl. But I don't want you to look into Jiamei."
YOU-KNOW-WHO: "I want you to look into" Maya "."
Harry closed the address book and felt a headache coming on. In this era where the Internet was not widespread, it was not easy to look up a name. Among the people he knew, perhaps only Hermione had the perseverance to climb the mountain of books.
Harry was still very curious about what happened in the Babel Library. What caused Jiamei to enter this world personally? If what Harry thought was true, then this life would be different from his previous lives. Spiderman, Batman, Adams' family, and the pirate radio station that he did not know about … Why did these stories enter Harry Potter's world together? Harry Potter did not know. However, the people in these stories gave him a strange feeling. Perhaps this world … is real?
Maybe, this world does not only exist in the book in Jiamei's hands?
This thought was like a colorful bubble that could not be popped. It kept floating around in Harry's mind, but it was fleeting and illusory. The boy was a little absent-minded for the past few days, even when he was eating. Until Ron, who was beside him, pushed him in fear. "Harry? Are you sure you want to eat another pie? "
"Huh?" Harry suddenly came back to his senses and saw Ron's surprised expression. Molly said, "Ron, as long as Harry wants to eat, he can eat as much as he wants." Molly looked at Harry with eyes full of love. Of course, boys have a good appetite when they are growing. Look at Harry's small body, he needs to eat more!
But Harry recalled how much he had stuffed into his stomach and felt that he could not eat anymore. He quickly put down his fork. "No, I'm full." Molly persuaded a few more words. Seeing that Harry was really full, she let him leave the table.
Ron immediately wanted to pull Harry to play with the broom, but Molly called out to him while clearing the table. "Ron, how's your summer homework going?"
"Huh?" Ron's raised eyebrows instantly drooped. "Mom, there's still a month before summer ends!"
"It's half a month." Molly aggressively walked to her son who was as tall as her and said sternly, "Harry finished his homework last month, but you haven't started yours!"
"He has Snape's supervision …" Ron muttered.
Molly was so angry that she laughed. "So you also need Professor Snape's supervision?"
"No!" Ron jumped up. "I'll go do it now!" After saying that, he looked at Harry apologetically and walked upstairs with his shoulders down.
"Harry, dear, you can't let him copy your homework." Molly patted Harry's shoulder and smiled as she went to wash the dishes.
Ginny, who had watched the whole process, saw that Harry was alone. She went up to him and asked, "Harry, do you want to go to Luna's house with me?"
Luna's house? Isn't that Lovegood's house? Harry shook his arms, trying to shake off the uneasiness. But on second thought, the newborn Voldemort was already a week old. Why not … go and see the embarrassing state of his nemesis?
With this thought, Harry felt much more at ease. He gladly agreed and went out with Ginny.
After leaving the house, Harry noticed that Ginny was carrying a seatbelt bag. He asked, "Do we still have to bring a gift?"
"You mean this?" Ginny patted the bag and smiled. "This isn't a gift. This is my bicycle."
Then Harry found out that Ginny had been thinking about the bicycle ever since that trip to the town. But after that, she and Luna couldn't come up with a feasible part-time job, so they could only give up until Luna mentioned it to Kamia.
"Mrs. Lovegood is willing to hire me to write an article for 'Singing Naysayers'!" Ginny proudly pulled out an A5 notebook from her bag and handed it to Harry. "If it's published in 'Singing Naysayers', I'll be able to earn money to buy my own bicycle."
'Singing Naysayers'? Harry remembered the pile of brightly colored magazines that Camia had brought into the classroom during their first literature class. o (? □?) o …
Harry took Ginny's notebook and thought awkwardly. But still, he carefully flipped open the cover. Ginny held his hand and smiled mysteriously. "We're almost at the river. Let's sit over there and take a break."
In the afternoon, the Ote River sparkled. At first glance, it looked like there were thousands of silver fish swimming in it. Ginny sat on the grass with her hands behind her back. She hummed a song, her beautiful red hair messed up by the wind. She said, "At dusk, Harry, the Ote River is the most beautiful at dusk. It looks like it's on fire …"
The Ote River was indeed very beautiful at dusk. During the time they were at the Burrow, Harry often went out for walks along the river with the Weisles children. When the sun slowly set, the sky seemed to melt into the Ote River.
"… It looks like the tail feathers of a phoenix." Ginny suddenly said. Then she turned to look at Harry with a smile. "Harry, have you seen Dumbledore's phoenix? I heard he has a phoenix! "
Fox? Harry also smiled. "Dumbledore's phoenix is called Fox. I've seen it before, but … its tail feathers might not be as beautiful as you think."
"I see …" Ginny looked a little disappointed, but then she looked at it with naivety. "That's fine. In my imagination, it's very, very beautiful. It's like the Ote River is on fire …"
Harry looked at the 11-year-old Ginny's profile. The girl also had some freckles on her face, but Harry knew that the freckles would fade in two years. Ginny would grow into a very beautiful girl, and her skin was white. Unlike Luna's hazy paleness, it was a whiteness that was set off by her red hair. It was as if the girl's life force had been absorbed by her long hair.
Harry knew that he did not know this Ginny. This was a new Ginny, one that belonged to this world. She loved to laugh, she was lively, and she had a rich imagination … Just like the story in her hand, he could not understand.
"Ginny." Harry closed the girl's notebook, looking a little confused. "Is this … a story?"
Ginny looked at Harry, looking a little confused. "No, it's this river — the Ote River."
… There is a river in my life, a river that seems to be on fire. Before I realized his existence, he had always been there …
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