The former Black Devil King Tommy lay in the arms of his mortal enemy with a displeased expression as he listened to them talk about his nominal parents.
He was even more upset.
Tommy did not know what had happened. She was picked up by Kamia in her sleep.
Then, they were directly brought to the Humble Abode. They only saw the smoking roof.
But listening to these people's discussion,
It seemed that his stupid and controlled father had burned down the house? That was really stupid. Listening to the discussion between Harry Potter and the girl, it seemed that the stupid father had pushed his current mother away in order to save his ex-wife's belongings.
He even almost died in the fire?
Tommy felt more and more certain that his decision to exterminate these stupid and inferior adepts was the right one.
"Hey,
What are you thinking? " Harry was talking to Hermione when he suddenly noticed that Tommy's expression was a bit off. It looked like … uh, it was a bit strange.
A little evil? Harry hurriedly shook the baby and said, "Don't think about it! You're just a child! "And she was not reborn.
Don't think about destroying the world all day long.
Hermione snatched Tommy from Harry's arms and said, "Harry! She's a baby — not a milk bottle! "
Harry stared at Tommy and thought to himself that this was not an ordinary baby.
She would inherit Voldemort's evil, Carrie's bad character, and Lovegood's family's hereditary neuroticism.
Lovegood and her husband seemed to have finished their conversation and came out.
And looking at the two's expressions,
I'm afraid that this was not a pleasant conversation.
However, although Weisles and his wife were enthusiastic, they would not easily intervene in other people's relationship, so Arthur just stepped forward and patted Xenophilius on the shoulder and asked, "Your house — are you going to rebuild or?"
Xenophilius quickly looked at Kamia and then said in a hoarse voice, "Rebuild."
"Rebuild is good... Call me if you need help. For the next few days, you can stay... uh... "Arthur suddenly realized that the humble abode was already full, and he could not let Lovegood and her husband stay in it.
"Just stay in my room!" Ginny suddenly interrupted. "We can clean up the old ghoul's room. Luna, Hermione, and I can stay there for a few days."
The old ghoul's room was nothing more than an attic used to store miscellaneous items. However, it seemed to be a good idea in such a situation. Mo Li stroked Jenny's red hair, feeling heartened by the child's sensibility. However … "I'll go tidy up the attic, but it's not for the girls to stay in."
Molly looked at the boys apologetically. Just as she was about to name the twins, Harry raised his hand and asked, "Molly, can Ron and I stay in the attic?"
"Ah, Harry, you're a guest..."
"Molly, let me and Ron go! I think, uh, living in the attic is pretty cool! "Harry pulled Ron and made him nod.
"Then... Okay, boys. Kamia, you can stay in the humble abode for a few days while Arthur and Xenophilius rebuild the house."
Kamia nodded indifferently and thanked Molly softly.
Because of the tragedy in Lovegood's house, the trip to Diagon Alley was aborted. The adult wizards all went to help Lovegood's house rebuild. Harry and the rest also went to take a look. The scene was indeed tragic. There were ashes everywhere. Lovegood's house, which was already dark, was now half burnt. Arthur and Xenophilius were working on it.
However, there was still something to be happy about. Ginny pulled Luna and said optimistically, "Airship Li is still here, isn't he?"
Harry was also a little relieved. If he did not go to Diagon Alley today, he might have missed the Malfoys.
While the adults were busy rebuilding, Harry and Ron also simply tidied up the room and moved the bed to the attic.
Molly cleaned the attic very well. Apart from the fact that it was a little low, living in the attic was not too difficult. Harry laid down his bedding and lay down to test it. He saw light leaking through the roof.
"Oh... Fortunately, it's been sunny these days."
Ron also laid down like Harry and looked around. He was not used to it. "I miss my Chadli Fire team poster!"
"Ron..." Harry smiled. "Believe me, compared to the cupboard in Dursley's house, this is heaven."
“poor
Ron also smiled. "However, if you didn't say anything, the twins would definitely be sleeping here tonight."
"Yes... Then Mr. Weisles will have the task of rebuilding the attic." Harry looked at Ron and slowly explained, "Percy is in a relationship, so there must be a lot of little secrets in the room. Fred and George's rooms are probably filled with all kinds of mischief props, so — Ron, stop complaining. If I wasn't here, you would definitely be one of them."
Ron pretended to cry in despair as he threw himself onto the quilt.
However, to be honest, sleeping in the attic was not that bad, especially on a clear summer night like this. There would be a cool breeze and diamond-like starlight seeping through the gaps in the ceiling. It was actually very comfortable, so comfortable that he could even hum a song.
"... But
I
don't
Mind (But I don't mind), as
long
as
there's
a
bed
beneath
the
stars
that
Shine (As long as there's a bed under the starlight), I'll
be
Fine (I'll be fine)... "Harry even sighed comfortably. He felt that he had not seen such a clear starry sky for a long time.
Influenced by Harry, Ron also stared blankly at the night sky for a while, then turned to look at Harry.
Ron was surprised to find that Harry had grown a little since the first time they met. Of course, Harry was not as tall as he was, but the food in the Hogwarts was really good. Harry's cheeks looked a little rounder, and his pair of green eyes, which were obtained by accident, were as bright as gems in the night, which was very compatible with the boy's calm demeanor.
"Harry..." Ron finally could not help but say, "I've always wanted to ask you. At that time... when we were in the Hogwarts, why did you take so much Life-And-Death Water? Of course, Hermione didn't let me ask you! But... "
Harry raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Because I've been having nightmares."
"... Huh?"
"I've been having nightmares. I dreamed of the night when James and Lily died. I dreamed of the screams of the dead. I dreamed of the black corridor that I couldn't run out of. I dreamed of the eyes in the abyss..." Harry said calmly, "Ron, I've been having nightmares. It's like... I've never woken up."
He turned his head and said, "Ron, I need the Life-And-Death Water to sleep."
After a while, Ron spoke again, "Sorry."
No need. Harry smiled gently and said, "Hey, old man!"
"What about now? Do you still need it? "Ron scratched his head embarrassedly and asked.
"... No need." I've woken up, although it's like waking up from another dream.
Harry stretched and blinked, "Ron, look at that star. It's so bright. Is it Sirius?"
"Eh? Which one? Eh? Harry, what are you doing? "
Ron saw Harry suddenly sit up and stare at a piece of wood on the top of the attic. He even took out his wand and said, "Flicker!"
"Harry! You'll get a warning from the Ministry of Magic! "Ron reminded Harry in a low voice.
"No, it won't." Harry answered as he illuminated the corner of the attic. "This wand isn't registered. I picked it up from the Room of Every Request."
"Okay... What are you looking at?" Ron leaned over and looked at it with Harry.
If one wasn't staring at the ceiling, it would be difficult to find the handwriting that looked like fingernail scratches. The person who wrote these words didn't seem to want to show it to the future, but it was some kind of unconscious activity. Harry looked at it for a long time before he could make out some sporadic words.
Me. Yes. Who.
These three words were written many times on a palm-sized piece of wood, overlapping each other like a maze.
The rest of the words were so worn that it was impossible to tell their original meaning. The rest of the words looked like a metaphorical maze.
I saw Sibel of Gumi hanging in a cage.
I was a graveyard that even the moon hates.
I counted the wet black petals at the subway station.
I was a dog that barked at the edge of the dream.
I went missing that night.
…
I, I, I, I, I, I, Harry saw many 'I's' overlapping each other to form a puzzle. Behind these letters that were filled with death, gloom, and madness, Harry saw a symbol that was not unfamiliar to him.
A circle, a triangle, a vertical line.
Ron was already panicking. "Harry, what is this?" His eyes widened in the dark. "Who wrote this?"
Harry reached out to touch the messy scratches. "I don't know."
"There … there was only one zombie here. Could it be that it wrote this?" Ron came up with a hypothesis that even he thought was preposterous.
But his good friend, Harry, scratched his chin and thought about it seriously. "That's very possible. Ron, when did this zombie come to your house?"
Ron shuddered and said with disgust, "I don't know. I thought it had been here since the Shack was built." After a pause, Ron asked carefully, "What do these words mean?"
Harry did not answer. He just put away his wand, and the attic returned to darkness.
Ron could not see Harry's expression. He only heard the boy chuckle and then tossed out a word.
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