Chapter 603 Place of Resettlement

In the Potion Professor's office, Harry woke up gasping and breathing greedily like a drowning man.

There was a silhouette around him, and Harry seemed to have seen a hooked nose, but when Hermione helped him put his glasses in a straight face, Snape stood not far away. Before he could see the expression on the man's face, Ron and Hermione rushed over and hugged him tightly, which made him unable to breathe.

"I'm not--ah--it's okay." Harry said vaguely, struggling to prevent himself from being strangled by the two of them.

"Brother, you almost scared us to death." Ron said, patting his shoulder, Hermione sobbing quietly while covering her mouth.

"I'm fine," Harry repeated, looking at the nervous two people, all their emotions came back in just a short time... He said without emotion: "The duel is over."

"What's the result? Dumbledore won, right? We won?" Ron asked loudly, and Hermione, who was standing beside him, also looked at him with anticipation.

Harry didn't know how to answer, and he watched Dumbledore's turn of defeat into victory, but he really couldn't say the word "we", "Yes, Dumbledore won, the war - the war is over."

"Great!" Ron shouted loudly, shaking Harry with excitement, "Great!" The tears accumulated in Hermione's eyes flowed out quickly and she burst into tears.

"Potter-" Snape asked hoarsely.

"Dumbledore is still alive, Professor Hepp has gone over and mentioned Clicher - I don't know why, no one has told me. And Voldemort, who was swallowed into his stomach by a snake, may not have died yet." Harry said in one breath, looking away, "Sorry, I'm a little confused now, I want to go out and get some breath..."

He broke free from Ron's hand and rushed out of the office.

Harry walked quickly in the underground corridor, climbing up the stairs with a wooden expression. In the foyer, excited fifth-grade students were standing in groups of three or three in the Magic Club and the Frontline Watch Station greeted Harry. Harry nodded stiffly and responded. Some students who were not familiar with him pointed in the dark, probably to discuss his "nightmare" in the last exam.

"What did he dream about? He actually hoped Dumbledore would die..."

The discussion in the corner floated into his ears, but Harry had no intention of defending himself. He walked straight through the hallway, and could hear Neville's loud rebuttal for him. He walked a few steps quickly and passed through the oak gate. The sun set on the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and the forbidden Forest was inlaid with a golden red edge along the curved lines.

He walked aimlessly on the stone steps. He had no place to go. He just found something for himself, and the farther away from the others, the better. He went to Black Lake first, but it was occupied by fifth and seventh graders who had finished the exam. So he changed direction and stayed in front of Hagrid's hut for a while. He did not go forward and knock on the door, but turned around and walked into the Forbidden Forest.

He felt a slight relief when his figure was covered by dark and dense forest shadows.

There was no one here. He walked deeper and deeper, and the tall and dense trees blocked the faint light at dusk. He lay on a pitch-black stone, looking at the spots of light passing through the dense leaves. At this time, Harry began to think seriously. He temporarily put Snape aside in his heart. He finally understood his mission. The meaning of his existence was to take the initiative to die at the right time, thereby cutting off Voldemort's last connection in the world.

There was a prophecy. Harry thought that he might have predicted him and Voldemort, and he could probably guess what he thought of, that is, the two of them died together, or it sounds nicer, and they died together? He couldn't help but think of Snape, because he told Voldemort about the content of the prophecy. At that time, he was an evil Death Eater, and he would probably kiss Voldemort's robe enthusiastically every time he met...

He must have been very proud at that time, and could not have imagined that this prophecy would kill the person he loved deeply.

The whole thing was far more complicated than Harry's initial thought. When he thought of death, his heart thumped, and his stomach couldn't help but twitch, as if he stuffed a piece of ice into it. His mouth was dry and his throat was blocked. Harry knew that it was fear that he was shrouded him. What was it like to die? He had experienced many times of escaping from death, and many times he almost thought he was dead, but death did not accept him.

He is quick and has a surprisingly lucky one. He seems to have a pair of hands fiddling with his fate (Harry thought of Dumbledore's scene of flirting with books), and told him that it is not the time...

But now is the time.

Harry suddenly had the urge to turn his head and escape. He was now in the Forbidden Forest, and could phantomize and move, then destroy the wand and hide in a place where no one knew. He took out his wand and looked down at it. Time passed by, and the Forbidden Forest became darker, as if it had entered late at night. Harry became more and more anxious, and kept urging himself to make a decision, at least... at least he would go to the Godric Valley again to send a bouquet of flowers to his parents' tombstones.

Otherwise, when he goes back - Harry thought pessimistically - Dumbledore might have grabbed him, sneered and told him to take him somewhere and be with Voldemort. He imagined the scene, the principal's hands clutching his shoulders with both hands and shaking them hard (somehow, he thought of Ron shaking him), Professor Hepp and Snape clamped him left and right (they acted as followers, kind of like Crabb and Goll).

But Harry did nothing in the end. He was like a student who suddenly decided to indulge himself after the exam and sneaked into the forbidden forest to take risks. He was essentially no different from those students who took a nap under the shade of willow trees by the black lake. He slowly came down from the stone, his legs a little soft. He looked down at the phoenix feather holly wood wand still holding in his hand, thinking seriously about whom to leave it to for souvenir.

But who would use a second-hand wand? Not necessarily, Harry himself retorted in his heart, at least it would be fine to be a spare wand.

This is an excellent wand.

Harry was confident that he would fight Voldemort head-on with it, maybe that would be better, and die in resistance... But Voldemort was caught, Dumbledore and Professor Hepp had done everything, and he could do it very little.

He thought of Ron and Hermione, not knowing what they would think if they knew. They might try to stop him, and Harry could guess their reaction—firstly shocked, then Ron murmured: "There must be other ways." Hermione would recite all the titles she had seen that were a little bit about this. Well, if they had the chance to know.

Harry slowly walked towards the castle, making up his mind - if there was time - he would ask every ghost in the castle, asking them how they felt when they died. He knew at least two of them, Myrtle killed by the Snake Monster and Nick who was almost headless, who was killed by the rusty axe. The pain before their death was completely incomparable, and they were simply two extremes.

"Swoosh!"

Harry suddenly lowered his head, and the iron armor spell formed a barrier in front of him. He stared blankly at the bow and arrow that was still a distance away from him. He inserted it on the ground, and the arrow tail swayed. It seemed to be just a warning. Then the woods swayed, Harry narrowed his eyes and heard the sound of horse hooves.

"Bain, that seems to be a student."

"Little Pony?" a rough voice shouted.

A horseman came out from behind the bush, with platinum hair and silver-maned horse's body. Harry knew the horseman, his name was Ferenze. Ferenze looked at Harry and said in surprise: "Harry Potter?"

Another horseman appeared, with dark hair and black body, looking stronger and more sturdy than Ferenze. He held a bow in his hand, and obviously the arrow inserted on the ground was shot by him.

"Foe, get out of here." said the black horse man with a grumpy temper. "The horse man is not your human nanny, don't expect us to follow you like donkeys to provide protection."

Harry didn't say anything, he was still angry at the arrow. Somehow, he suddenly wanted to teach the unruly horseman a lesson. Perhaps Hagrid's recent complaints had worked, "Those sluggish horses... I'm not saying all, a few are easy to talk about, but most..." He muttered disdainfully, piercing a bone needle that could pretend to be a wand into the thick canvas, and he was sewing Glopp's shorts.

It may also be that the horse man was simply disturbing his thinking.

Harry walked back without saying a word, and then the sound of horse hooves sounded behind him, and one of them followed. Harry didn't look back, he was not interested in the other party's purpose. But the guy named 'Bain' shouted, "Remember, Ferenze! I can ignore you making friends with that little girl, but don't say anything you shouldn't say! We have sworn to never get involved in the messy troubles of the wizards!"

"I didn't think about it," the voice seemed to sound from Harry's head, which made his ears itchy. Ferenze shouted: "But now I really want to say something!"

Bain shouted angrily - Harry felt a little happy - but after they walked a distance, he was a little worried about Ferenze's situation. He heard from Hager that the horses were very stubborn and irritable.

"That—well—that little girl refers to Luna?" They walked through the woods silently, and Harry found a topic.

"That's right." Ferenze said briefly, walking side by side with him.

"They prevent you from getting in touch with Luna?" Harry asked. "Can't you make friends with the wizard?"

"That's not entirely true," Ferenze explained. "Luna...she's not old, and this helps her. The horseman doesn't hurt the foal, and she..." Ferenze thought for a while, "she is very good with the horseman except Bain, especially the girls, who like the airship Lee earrings and cork necklaces."

Harry really didn't expect Luna to be so "intimate" and found a confidant from another group.

For some reason, he echoed: "She can also weave garlands."

"Yes, some of the tricks are learned from the Horseman." Ferenze said, Harry staring at his eyes, imagining the scene of Luna and the Horseman learning how to make flower baskets, he didn't feel inconsistent.

"That Hagrid—"

"He is one of the few who can deal with it. We like simple-minded people and love nature. But it's not very good now, you know, the old people in the tribe are very dissatisfied with his move to place his younger brother in the Forbidden Forest." Ferenze said.

Harry remembered Hagrid's words that the Forbidden Forest was not a horseman, but a section was drawn up by the Ministry of Magic for the horseman to live in. But he did not say what he was saying.

They walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and in front they could see Hagrid's hut, with blue smoke coming out of the chimney.

"Thank you, Ferenze," said Harry.

"You're welcome, I've seen many little wizards who have mistakenly entered the Forbidden Forest, although some of them are not 'inaccessible'." Ferenze said, Harry nodded and took a few steps, "Oh, Potter." Ferenze called him, and Harry turned his head and looked at the horseman.

"Bain doesn't want us to have any contact with the wizard. He is a radical faction, but I think it is necessary to keep in touch with the wizard properly. In the magnificent era, the power of the horse man alone is weak and cannot be protected by it. I believe you are an important part." Ferenze said.

Harry suddenly became gloomy.

"An important part?" he said in a low and hoarse voice. "I may not be able to help...you can find Professor Hayp."

"We don't trust him." Ferenze whispered.

Harry raised his head in surprise, and Ferenze said, "To be precise, we don't believe in any adult wizards." Harry felt strange in his heart. He thought that Professor Happ had had a conflict with the Horseman.

But thinking about the standard of making friends with horses - simple minds and closeness to nature, Professor Haip seems to be unable to get involved in any of them.

Harry returned to the castle with a heavy heart. He didn't know why Ferrenze seemed to have unrealistic expectations for him. It was almost dark. He guessed that the students should enjoy delicious food in the auditorium at this time. So he walked into the auditorium, and the laughter and laughter around him had nothing to do with him. He hid his acquaintance and sat down at the edge of the Gryffindor dining table.

Next to it was a low-grade student he didn't know, but the student clearly knew him. The little wizard screamed in his throat and then secretly poked his companion's ribs with his fingers.

Harry picked up a piece of pie and stuffed it into his mouth.

Several positions were empty above the professor's seat, Dumbledore, Hepp, Sirius, and Snape were not there, and the students did not notice any abnormalities - the professors did not come to finish their meals every day - they enthusiastically discussed the ending wizard level test and final exam, and some even mentioned the summer vacation.

But today is different.

When Haha used a fork to divide the pie in half, he thought that Voldemort fell silently. If people could see the future, they would be surprised that they had spent the day so peacefully.

He thought of Ferenze's words, the magnificent era... Could he be lucky to see it? Or, the "important link" in Ferenze's mouth actually started with his own death?

That is indeed very important. From then on, the magic world has escaped from Voldemort's shadow and can live a peaceful life...

Harry glanced at again, and none of the four people absent came. Then he lowered his head and tiptoed out of the auditorium. Ron and Hermione were having dinner and kept looking around. He had to hide a little. He had not yet figured out how to face them.

Where did those who didn't come go? Harry thought on the way back to the lounge.

Could it be that he was not aware of it—maybe the principal’s office, or a desolate mountaintop—a extremely serious conversation was in which Dumbledore told Sirius heavily that Harry was a Horcrux…

If someone had to inform him, he hoped that person would be Sirius.

Deep in classroom 7.

Felix handed Hufflepuff's golden cup to Dumbledore, and then looked with him at the Ourobosnakes that were constantly hovering in the air.

"...You glued a dozen patron saints together?" Dumbledore asked in surprise, "How did it do it?"

“It’s really difficult, and it takes a lot of time to really achieve it, but I made a coincidence,” Felix said. “I found a commander and a spiritual leader for them.”

"You mean Harry..."

"That's right."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Where is Clicher?"

"I sent him to Sirius, who was bound by his magic of the same kind, had just lost one of his masters, and was in a very low mood now. Sirius was comforting him."

Behind them were the memories of several professors, the young Felix, the young Dumbledore, the young McGonagall, and Flevie and Newt Scamander, who looked at the dark green patron saint in the air with serious expressions.

"Its belly... is hidden by a mysterious person? Oh my God, this is too dangerous, you shouldn't take it to school." The young Ms. McGonagall said, covering her chest, shaking her whole body heartbrokenly.

"For some purpose, we need him to be alive for the time being," Felix said. "Seriously, Minerva, you can never find a better place than here: there is a huge magic that flows within the Hogwarts defense system, a huge amount of emotions collected in Classroom Seven, and of course the most important thing... it's you."

"But this is not a prison, Albus, we are not a prison guard, I hope you can think carefully!" Ms. McGonagall said fiercely, "The students come in and out every day, if something happens-"

"Then let's close the place temporarily and not open to the public." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"It's better not, sir." Felix interjected: "I need to use it to collect enough emotions. This is an important step to suppress Voldemort's will and passively enter dormant. I can create a temporary passage in the next room to separate the two."
Chapter completed!