There was a moment of shuddering silence as people froze in horror. Immediately, an earth-shattering clamor erupted around Harry. Shouts, cheers, and roars shook the heavens and earth. The strong light of the rising sun shone on the windows. People rushed to him, shouting. Ron and Hermione were the first to arrive. Their arms hugged him tight. Their incomprehensible shouts almost deafened him. Then came Ginny, Neville, and Luna. Then came the Weasleys and Hagrid, Kingsley, Meg, Fleetwood, and Sprout. Everyone was shouting. Harry couldn't hear a word. He couldn't tell whose hands were tugging at him, pulling at him, desperately trying to hold a part of him. Hundreds of people were pushing forward. Everyone wanted to touch this boy who had survived. It was because of him that the nightmare was finally over —
The sun rose slowly over the Hogwarts. The great hall was filled with the light of life. People expressed their feelings of mourning and celebration, sadness and joy. Harry was an indispensable part of it. Everyone wanted Harry to be with them. He was their leader and symbol, their savior and guide. No one seemed to expect that he hadn't slept a wink all night. No one thought that he longed to be alone with some of them. He had to talk to the families of the victims, hold their hands, see their tears, accept their thanks, and listen to the news that came from all directions in the morning. The people who had been cursed all over the country were gradually returning to normal. Some Death Eaters had escaped, some had been captured. At the same time, the innocent prisoners of Azkaban had been set free. Kingsley Sarkel had been appointed interim head of the Ministry of Magic …
They moved Voldemort's body to a room outside the great hall, away from Fred, Tonks, Lupin, Colin Kory, and the others. Kory and fifty others who had died fighting against him. Mag put the school table back, but no one sat according to the school. Everyone was huddled together in a mess. Teachers and students, ghosts and parents, centaurs and house elves. Firenze lay recovering in a corner. Groop peered in through a broken window. Someone threw food into his laughing mouth. After a while, Harry, exhausted, found himself sitting on a bench next to Luna.
"I'd want some peace and quiet," she said.
'I'd like to, 'replied Harry.
"I'll distract them," she said. "Use your cloak."
Before Harry could say anything, she pointed out of the window and cried, "Oh, look! It's a Bubbsnot!" Everyone turned to look, and Harry hurriedly put on the Invisibility Cloak and stood up.
As Harry walked down the aisle between the tables, he saw the Malfoys huddled together as if wondering if they should be there, but no one paid them any attention. Harry saw family reunions everywhere. Finally, he saw the two people he longed to be together.
"It's me," he whispered, bending down between them. "Will you come with me?"
They immediately stood up, and he, Ron, and Hermione left the auditorium together. Much of the marble staircase was missing, a part of the banister was missing, and every few steps they ran into rubble and blood.
Somewhere in the distance they heard Pippi flitting across the corridor, singing a song he had made up to celebrate his victory:
We won a complete victory, and Porter was the hero.
Voldemort is finished, and everybody rejoices!
"It's a grand and tragic sight, isn't it?" said Ron, opening a door to let Harry and Hermione through.
Joy would come, Harry knew, but at the moment fatigue held it back, and the loss of Fred, Lupin, and Tonks stung like a physical wound every few steps. He felt nothing but relief and longed for a good night's sleep. But first he had to explain to Ron and Hermione that they had been his faithful companions for so long that they ought to know the truth by now. He told them about what he had seen in the Meditation Basin and what had happened in the Forbidden Forest. Before his two companions could express their shock and astonishment, they had arrived. No one had mentioned this destination on their way here.
The Stone Beast that guarded the entrance to the Headmaster's office had been knocked aside since Harry's last visit. It lay askew, looking a little stunned, and Harry wondered if it could still understand the password.
"May we go up?" he asked the Stone Beast.
"Go ahead," grunted the Stone Beast.
They clambered over it and up the spiral staircase that ascended slowly like an escalator. At the top Harry pushed the door open.
Just as he caught a glimpse of the Meditation Basin, it was still on the table like the last time he left it. Suddenly, a deafening sound startled him and made him scream. He thought that he had been cursed, or that the Death Eaters had returned, or that Voldemort had come back from the dead.
It was the sound of whooping. All around the walls, the Headmasters and Headmasters of the Hogwarts all stood up and applauded Harry, waving hats and wigs, dashing from frame to frame and shaking hands. They were jumping up and down on the painted chairs, Darius Derwent crying openly, Dexter Fosco waving his earpiece vigorously, and Phineas Nigellus yelling in his high, shrill voice, "Mind you, Slytherin Academy has played its part, too! Don't forget our contribution! "
But Harry's eyes were fixed on the largest portrait behind the Headmaster's chair: tears trickled from behind the half-moon lenses into the long silvery beard, and the pride and gratitude on that face comforted Harry like the song of a phoenix.
At last Harry held up his hands, and all the portraits fell into respectful silence, wiping their eyes, smiling, eagerly waiting for him to speak. But his words were addressed to Dumbledore, and he chose them with particular care. He was tired and his eyes were bleary, but he had to make one last effort to seek one last piece of advice.
"The thing in the Golden Snitch," he said, "I dropped it in the Forbidden Forest. I don't know exactly where it is, but I don't want to look for it again. Do you agree? "
"My dear boy, I agree." The other portraits looked puzzled and curious, Dumbledore said. "It was a wise and courageous decision, but I'm not surprised you did it. Does anyone else know where it is? "
"No," said Harry, and Dumbledore nodded satisfactorily.
"But I want to keep Ignitus' gift," said Harry, and Dumbledore smiled.
"Of course, Harry, it's yours for ever, until you pass it on again!"
"And this."
Harry held up the old wand, and Ron and Hermione looked at it with awe in their eyes, which Harry, sleep-deprived and light-headed, recognized and disliked.
"I don't want it," said Harry.
"What?" cried Ron. "Are you out of your mind?"
"I know it's powerful," said Harry wearily, "but I'm happier with my own wand. So... "
He fumbled in the leather pouch around his neck and drew out the holly wand, broken in two and held together only by thin phoenix feathers. Hermione had said it was too badly damaged to be repaired. He knew that if this didn't work, there was no saving it.
He put the broken wand on the Headmaster's desk, touched it with the tip of the old wand, and said, "Make it good as new."
Red sparks flew from the tip as the wand reconnected. Harry knew he had succeeded. He picked up the holly wand and felt a sudden warmth between his fingers, as if the wand and his hand were rejoicing in their reunion.
"I'll put the old wand back where it belongs," he said,
To Dumbledore, who looked at him with infinite love and admiration. "Let it stay where it is.
If I had died a natural death like Ignitus, its power would have been destroyed, wouldn't it? The former master will never be defeated again. It will be over. "
Dumbledore nodded, and they smiled at each other.
"Do you really want to?" said Ron. He looked at the old wand, with a faint note of regret in his voice.
"I think Harry's right," said Hermione softly.
"The wand is more trouble than it's worth," said Harry. "And, to tell the truth."
He turned away from the portraits.
"I've had enough trouble in my life."
After he had gone, Jon came out.
"It's over," he said.
He said as he looked at the portrait of Dumbledore.
The portrait would carry his words to Dumbledore, and when this was over, his plan with Dumbledore would be over.
"I've already communicated with them. The International Secrecy Law will be completely abolished in the next meeting. After tonight, there will be a new change in England. Tomorrow morning, the Ministry of Magic, the Muggle government, and the royal family will jointly release a statement. This statement will be sent to the whole world. Perhaps you and Grindelwald will also know about it."
"Thank you very much. What are you going to do next?"
"I will wait for Kingsley to succeed as the Head of the Department of Magic and see how the new policies are implemented. In a week's time, Joanne will come to interview Harry and the others. Two days after the interview, 'The Harry Potter Series' will go on sale all over the world. Maybe you can buy a copy to read."
"You don't seem to have considered conflicting emotions. What if that happens?"
"That won't happen. Without external help, internal motivation becomes more important. When most people have become Wizard, if you're still not a wizard, then you're in a congenital dilemma. This situation is unacceptable to most people, and it's not impossible for them to become a Wizard. If they want to, they can become one. My company provides this service free of charge."
"It's indeed a very good idea. I wish you success."
"Of course I will succeed. After all, we've been preparing for so long."
Jon bowed slightly to express goodwill to the past principals of Hogwarts.
"Then perhaps we'll meet again in the future. I'll be leaving soon. Goodbye, everyone."
"Where are you going?"
Dumbledore asked.
"To where I should go and leave this world. Perhaps I'll come back when I have time."
Jon seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He turned to Dumbledore, and said, "Is it a good choice for Professor Mag to be the principal?"
"Of course. I will always trust Milleva."
"They've already gone to prepare Snape's portrait. I've made some disguises for Snape. He and Filch … It's also a good thing to let them go out for a walk. Perhaps they'll make the choice they want, whether it's to accept a new student or find a new place to live."
"All these have nothing to do with us. They can make their own choices."
"Yes, they can make their own choices. We have to make our own choices eventually."
Jon turned and walked out of the principal's office.
Professor Mag became the principal of Hogwarts very quickly. During the reformation of Hogwarts, they indeed needed a principal like him to preside over the overall situation.
The farewell to the few professors was right after Professor Mag became the principal.
"I think no matter what, we can't avoid parting ways. At least we still have a choice in this matter, right?"
Although he would never return this time, it was still a good thing.
"There's no need to cry, Professor Sprout." Jon removed the pendant from his neck, and passed it to Professor Sprout, who was wiping his tears. "This is the key to the world passage to the Helga's ancestor. I will pass it to you for safekeeping. I believe you will find a good successor."
"You're not passing it to Stephen?"
"There's no need. Although he is the guardian of the Hufflepuff Family, there's no need to pass everything to him. The responsibility of guarding the family is already heavy enough. Moreover, our family has a way to contact our ancestor. This one is entrusted to the school. Back then, our ancestor and her friends founded Hogwarts because they hoped that this school would become better and better. I feel the same way. Hence, I will entrust the school to all the professors."
He looked at Naughty Devil at the side. He was still so mischievous, but he was much calmer in the principal's office.
"And the principal's secretary. I'm afraid you will be the permanent secretary of Hogwarts like Professor Binns."
"It doesn't matter. Hogwarts will be accompanying me anyway."
Then there was no other problem.
The matter of Hogwarts came to an end. When Jon walked out of the school gate of Hogwarts, he bumped into Joanne, who was led by the Phoenix Society to conduct an interview.
"Are you leaving?"
"Yes. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back this time. I have a letter here. Please pass it to Hermione."
"Aren't you going to see your student for the last time?"
"There's no need. As a teacher, I'm not very responsible. I didn't teach her too many useful things. I don't want to disturb her at a time like this. I'm afraid she'll cry. Just now, Professor Sprout cried. I still feel a little sad."
He turned and left without any reluctance.
He had left enough in this world. Even those who died in the final battle, he had arranged for them to enter Helga's world.
He was too kind.
He stood on the surface of the deep blue sea and bid farewell to the will of the world.
"So, I'm leaving?"
"I won't send you off. Don't worry, nothing will happen here. Everything is under our control. In other words, this should have happened in this world in the first place. It's just that you brought it forward."
"Then I'm relieved. After all, it's a painstaking effort. Goodbye?"
"Goodbye."
Jon closed his eyes and unlocked the last part of the memory in his mind.
The next moment, his wings involuntarily expanded from his back, tearing his clothes. The world began to reject his existence because there was no way to accept his existence.
He was at ease with this rejection.
He even took advantage of this rejection to break through the barrier that protected the world.
His story.
It was not over yet.
But his journey in this world had come to an end. This journey was quite satisfactory. The moment he left this world, he seemed to see the light of the future.
The multicolored light of the universe spread over his wings, like a wisp of flame in the dark night, or perhaps, it was a bit of light in the endless darkness.
As a mystic bird.
He could see the future.
Then what about the future of this universe?
That was not something he could interfere with. His big brother, or His Lord, had already done it.
All this planning was for this matter.
To find a future for this universe.
The speed of the mystic bird was the fastest in this universe because it could overlap space and jump from one point to another. So in almost a short time, he arrived at the place he wanted to go.
It could not be said that he had arrived.
Perhaps it could be said that he was going home.
After countless years, he returned to the place where he was born again.
The place where he was really born.
In this world, there were countless palaces. And among these countless palaces, from the easternmost to the west, all the way to the center of the world.
That was the center of this world.
There were two majestic palaces.
The one slightly to the west was the source of all souls in this universe. That was not the place Jon needed to go.
He needed to go to the other palace.
When he retracted his wings, turned into a black stream of light, and landed in the center of the palace, he happened to see the existences sitting high on the sacred works.
They were all his former colleagues.
There were four people here.
Three of the seats were empty.
"Sage, Walker, Mr. Guan Qi, Granny Chou."
He greeted them one by one. The four existences sitting on the sacred throne only came to their senses after he mentioned their names.
After all, these people had countless things to do every day. It was impossible for them to put their minds on this place all the time.
But they were very happy to see Jon.
"Welcome back, mystic bird. It seems that you have returned with the future. We have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Thank you for waiting for so long. But, where did Aunt Yun go?"
"Am I not behind you?"
A familiar voice came from behind, which made Jon turn his head in surprise.
It was indeed a familiar face.
It was reassuring.
"Aunt."
"It's good that you are back. If you are back, you have seen that person, right? How is he? "
"Everything is fine. Very smooth."
"This is the answer we want to hear. Then, take a seat."
The woman called Aunt Yun held Jon's hand and walked step by step to the high platform of the sacred throne.
Among the seven seats, there was naturally a seat for Jon.
In this chaotic universe, there were a total of nine ancestor gods who coexisted with the chaos. They were supreme and had the authority to maintain the world. But for them, the universe was still too big and there were too many things to do.
So in this case, the servant gods appeared.
They were not a group of existences who served the ancestor gods, but assistants who helped the ancestor gods deal with things. As for Jon, before he was Jon, he was already one of the rulers of the Nether Big World. He was the close servant of the Ancestor God of Fate.
The five people sitting next to him were his colleagues. As for the biggest seat, which was still empty, it was self-evident who it belonged to.
Sitting on the sacred throne meant that he had to pick up the things that he had left behind and deal with some problems that might arise.
But this was one of his jobs.
Although he was still a little unaccustomed to it, but.
It would be fine as long as he got used to it.
"So, mystic bird, welcome back."
Brilliant words came from all around, which made the mystic bird gradually enter the state that he used to work here.
But the words were not finished yet.
In the large and small halls that occupied half of the world, countless figures stood up from their seats and reached out to touch their chests.
All the existences praised together and spoke of the supreme name that maintained the stability of the heavens.
"Welcome back."
"The Hall of Fate."
(End of Text.)
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