It was not until nine o'clock in the evening that Harry got rid of the continuous drinking of wine. There was no way. This was the last day he left office. All his colleagues were very enthusiastic. The last scene he remembered was Hermione looking at him with a smile, and then a glass of enlarged wine was stuffed under his nose. It was Ron! Harry gritted his teeth and thought that red hair and gray freckles would never be wrong.

"Mr. Porter, are you awake? Ms. Granger asked me to send you to the island." A voice said, Harry turned around suddenly, and the two staff members stood behind him. "Oh, thank you." He mumbled, rubbing his swelling forehead.

"No need to thank you, we happened to go to the island to do business." The man said, and they left immediately.

Harry walked aimlessly along the trail, with flowering shrubs and tall trees, thanks to Professor Bubaji, and all the professors of herbal medicine who participated in afforestation... After walking for a while, he woke up a little, and with the soft glory of the magic lamp, he came to a public broomstick. Ten minutes later, Harry knocked on the door of his residence on the floating island. The door opened, and Ginny glared at him with her waist.

"Who should I seek for revenge?" she asked like an angry female cat.

"Ron." Harry said happily, Ginny seemed to be angry and laughed, "I know." She welcomed Harry in and let him sit in a chair. Harry saw a half-written press release on the table.

"…Wickdor Krum, who has retired, missed the 426th Quidditch World Cup. In an interview, he said that missing this event is a regret for his career."

Harry was reading while drinking tea. The kitchen was jingling. Before he finished reading the article, Ginny came out with a fried egg and grilled sausage, "Thank you, my dear!" Harry immediately started to swallow it.

"The kids are all asleep?"

"Um."

"Krum can't participate in the competition."

"Yes, his data has dropped sharply in recent years. I guess it was dragged down by high-intensity training and continuous competitions. I analyzed his videos - he wanted to win too much, so it would be better to take a few years off." Ginny judged with a professional perspective. After graduation, she joined the Holyhead Hubby team and became a professional Quidditch athlete, and then became a Quidditch columnist for the Prophet Daily.

"By the way, guess who I met during the day?" Ginny asked.

"Ahem," Harry choked on the fried egg and asked with some concern, "It's not Snape?"

"How did you think of him?" Ginny patted Harry friendly. After feeling the strength of her back, Harry decided not to disclose the fact that Snape might come to Lily's birthday party for the time being (Snape scolded her as a stupid girl).

"It's Luna, Luna!" she giggled, "She's busy taking care of the baby."

"What?" Harry said in disbelief, spitting out half of the sausage, and then said thoughtfully, "I guess it's the cub of the magical animal?"

Ginny cleared her throat.

"... Finally, they brought back a few sapphires and unknown feathers from the rainforest, and found that they were some kind of unknown magical animal eggs... Well, I didn't find it. Luna inlaid one of the gems on her clothes. It was said that it was Rov's idea. Maybe it was because of the great magic fluctuations on the island. They hatched the bird eggs themselves while shopping."

Harry was stunned.

"The bird is pretty and can emit colorful light," Ginny said with a smile. "You can pay attention to Luna's eggshells have changed to brooch, which I think happened to match with her unique clothes..."

Late at night, Harry stood in front of the windowsill and looked at the night view on the island.

Ginny hugged him from behind. They leaned together quietly and enjoyed the tranquility of the night. There were several buildings with twinkling and glittering light in the deep blue sky, which were more dazzling than the stars on the sea. Harry knew that one of them belonged to Weasley's Magic Tricks.

"What are you thinking?" Ginny asked.

"President Dumbledore." Harry gave an unexpected answer. Ginny raised her head in confusion. Harry sighed and said, "I only know now how precious Dumbledore left me back then." He said cautiously: "It's memory."

"memory?"

"Well." Harry murmured, "Professor Happ once reminded me, but I didn't care much. I just wanted to complete Dumbledore's biography as much as possible. During my graduation trip, I went to the place where he and Grindelwald duel, went to Brazil, the United States, and Nepal, and followed the legendary footprints all the way... Its effect has only been revealed in recent years. Professor Happ said that some of my magic has approached the level of a great wizard, not only the patron saint, but I often have a flash of inspiration during training..."

"Let's find time to go back to school," Ginny said softly, "Luna said that many professors have plans to retire."

"Well," Harry hesitated, "It's better to wait for the World Cup to end. I haven't been able to pull myself away recently. Professor Hayp said that someone might intend to disrupt the opening ceremony."

"What did you say?" Ginny said in a lost voice, "But - how could it be - the news is true? The floating island has never been attacked."

Harry was also confused, but for other reasons. He recalled the little note given to him by the professor, which accurately recorded the coordinates of the twelve floating islands, including the Wizard-Muggle United Hospital, the International Pan-Magic Alliance Headquarters, the Future World Company Headquarters, the Monthly Support Center and several landmark buildings.

"It may be the place where the riots caused on the opening day," the professor said vaguely.

But as Ginny said, how did the professor know so much? Memory magic? But before things happened, it is impossible to predict the future? He was just riding a broom on the island and inspiring Harry - maybe thinking of Hermione - he suspected that the professor had hidden a time converter, but the problem was that the thing could only trace back time and not see the future.

Judging from the professor's attitude, it is not a big trouble at least...

"Maybe some clues were found," Harry shook his head, not expressing his doubts. "He asked me to take charge of this matter as a test. I was worried that there were not enough staff. There were 200 Aurors and 1,000 strikers on the island, but the number of tourists coming in during the Quidditch World Cup was still too small."

Ginny racked her brains to think, then her eyebrows gradually stretched out.

"How come it's not enough? This is your home court."

"My home court?" Harry repeated, thinking, he didn't know if Ginny was referring to the residents of the island, but they were not soldiers, soldiers... A thought flashed, and Harry's eyes lit up little by little, "Hogwarts! Frontline Watch Station, Ourobunas Club!"

Ginny smiled and added:

"There is also the Order of the Phoenix. Didn't Sirius complain about the boredom of retirement?" "He enjoyed it," Harry said incisively. "He even refused the invitation from the exclusive Wand Academy, and even the principal was not happy to be the principal."

"But I don't think he will refuse a sudden adventure, right?" Ginny raised an eyebrow and said, thinking of his godfather's character, Harry nodded in agreement, "This is true."

The Exclusive Magic Wand Academy is the only place on the island to teach magic, but its students are a bit special - they recruit wizards (commonly known as squins) who cannot use magic normally, with both children and adults. Compared with other magic schools, Floating Island has unique advantages: this is the place with the highest density of wizards in the world. Combined with the ability to collect magic scattered magic, it can better supplement the magic consumption in the exclusive magic wand. Therefore, the number of people in this special school is also limited. No more than 2,000 people are recruited from all over the world every year. The purpose is to help Squins master the most basic spell casting ability.

"So don't worry, I believe you can do it." Ginny encouraged, "You are the warrior who conquered the Black Devil."

Harry touched his nose and felt a little itchy. He murmured in a low voice, "No one believes it, and Voldemort was extremely weak at that time-" Ginny blocked his mouth and it took him a long time to separate.

"I also visited Astoria in the hospital," Ginny said breathlessly, her arms hanging around Harry's neck.

Harry barely calmed his pounding heart and asked according to Ginny's words: "Is she okay?" He had met Astoria once last year, and her face tended to be in a pale transformation unique to the Malfoy family.

"It's a unique curse," Ginny said, "It's a unique curse. What's in detail is no longer a verbal judging from the symptoms. Moreover, this curse is invisible and intangible, entrenched throughout the Greengrass family, but it just happened... if she picked her, her sister Daphne would be fine."

Ginny was tighter, Harry was a little breathless, but he could feel her fear. Harry couldn't help but think of the little girl who was two grades lower than him in school. He found that his biggest impression was that Astoria stood on the prize he won from the duel competition - a puppet snake, wandering around the Black Lake. She seemed open-minded and cheerful, and was completely different from her current weak appearance.

The curse that could not be verified, Harry was muttering in his heart, some unformed thoughts were circling in his mind, the Greengrass family, Malfoy, Professor Hepp... At this time, Ginny hesitated and said, "Albus has made a new friend."

"You said Scopie?" Harry was thinking about his thoughts and blurted out at this moment.

Ginny looked at him with a suspicious look on her face.

"I don't know when you're going to be so good?"

...

Lying in bed, Harry was thinking about what to do tomorrow:

First, he had to report to the headquarters of the Floating Island. Although the formal appointment will take some time to announce it, he would have better start working early because of such a difficult trouble by Professor Haypu. Fortunately, over the years, he has long been very familiar with the environment on the island, but at least he should meet the foreign Aurors who have been rotated this year. In addition, he had to go to the twelve locations mentioned on the note - after returning from the hospital, he first went to Lupin. Little Teddy was very likable and much more obedient than his two stinky brats. Later, he went to the Moon Support Center. It seemed that someone had mentioned to him some space island plan. Did it build an island in space? But he was immediately called back to China urgently to command the last action before leaving office, so he didn't hear it clearly.

Harry's thoughts began to roam:

At the farewell banquet, Ron said that he didn't want to be promoted anymore. It was good to be a director. He didn't want to work hard like Percy, treating "returning back to a magic minister" as his family mission. Percy had white hair. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that Hermione, who is a senior vice minister, had greater hope... Harry thought of Malfoy and Astoria again. In a half-dream and half-awake, he made a decision in his heart to talk to Professor Hepp. No, ask Hermione first... The professor's current condition is a bit scary. Harry's body trembled. If he hadn't known that no one in this world could hurt him, he would have suspected that the professor would have become a ghost.

He mumbled twice, putting aside this unreliable idea. The baby's murmur came from the corner, and Lily Potter turned over. Harry sniffed the smell of Ginny's hair and gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, Harry was awakened by the baby's cry. He yawned and put on his glasses. He saw Ginny wearing pajamas to take care of his little daughter. "Look, look." Ginny said happily. Harry saw the baby's lips wet with saliva, opening and closing like a small fish, spitting out a bubble. She giggled herself.

"It's very interesting," Harry said, "reminds me of the fishman in the Black Lake."

During breakfast, the family sat together and watched magic TV while eating. A passionate voice was broadcasting morning news, "Eight million people are expected to land on the island! But no wonder, although the floating island has been receiving tourists from all walks of life, it is the first time that such a large-scale opening is. Imagine that an average of ten thousand people will be filled with one square kilometer. I heard that this is very common in big cities, so do they live in canned sardines?"

It was Lee Jordan, and Harry felt emotion when he looked at the TV host who had almost no change.

Lee Jordan was the second group of islands to land - Floating Island has undergone several important changes over the years, and each stage has added far-reaching measures. Starting from Professor Hayp's island building, one third of a thousand American wizard families left. They and the wizards who chose to stay after participating in the Christmas bonfire night formed the first group of residents on the island.

The second phase is marked by the relocation of the World Company headquarters. A large number of scientists were invited to study the combination of magic and science in the form of cooperation. In this process, some spells shine, such as permanently pasting spells. The ability of scientists to compare magic by machines has also opened their eyes to the wizards. With the headquarters of the International Pan-Magic Alliance and various large enterprises and national organizations appearing on the island, there is a serious shortage of wizards, so they recruit wizards from the world to settle and work on the island.

It is worth mentioning that this also includes a lot of squibs.

But they prefer to call themselves "low magic wizards". The more famous representative is Winnie Valentine, a teacher at the exclusive Wand Academy. She proposed this term. Her teaching philosophy is to "integrate wizards into all walks of life" and is said to be expected to win next year's "Dumbledore Award".

"...There is a resurgence of movie viewing craze around the world. Needless to say, you know which movie I am referring to, yes, it is Harry Potter." The two children at the dining table immediately raised their ears. "Marfalda Pweett is four times younger than me. There are rumors that she did not receive a wedding invitation from Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, but my good brother told me that this is nonsense. She just failed to catch up with the oathing because of a sudden illness and could not ride on the broom..."

Harry and Ginny smiled at each other.

Six-year-old James looked around and shouted incredibly: "So you did it? Or Fred or Uncle George? Oh my God, I kept telling Teddy that I admire her-"

"It's no big deal," Ginny said casually. "You admire the story she wrote, and the story is about your father." She leaned over and looked at the cradle bed, and the baby inside blinked bright eyes and looked at her. Ginny frowned, "It's strange that the milk in the bottle hasn't dropped at all."

She tried with the bottle, and the baby kept dodging the pacifier, his two shallow eyebrows frowned hard, and his limbs kicked randomly. Ginny looked at James with suspicious eyes. He was undoubtedly the most naughty and action-oriented in the family - he seemed to have been infected by his godfather.

James swears. "It's not me!" His eyes turned to Albus. "I heard Albus say he missed the smell of the pacifier." James grinned and mocked. In his opinion, this was obviously a sign of immatureness. On the other hand, Harry suddenly realized in his heart that the reason was found. I wonder if this was considered the talent of a potionist? But maybe it could be used to convince Ginny... Five-year-old Albus immediately lowered his head in embarrassment, and he put down his knife and fork and whispered: "I, I've finished it."

“Can I go to the hospital to have fun?”

Harry and Ginny exchanged a look, "Go to meet friends?" "Oh, yes." Albus said evasively. "Come back in the afternoon, we are going to visit Lupin's house."

"I don't think he has time to entertain us," James said seriously. "He's busy taking care of the furry ones..." He saw his mother's eyes, covered his mouth with his hands, and muttered through his fingers: "I mean, a small problem."

Harry couldn't help laughing. He took out his wand and shook it gently, and a golden thread wrapped around the hem of Albus's clothes. Then another shaking, and the second thread wrapped around James.

"What is this?" asked the two brothers.

"Zhis." Harry replied.
Chapter completed!