Chapter 1199

In the clear blue dawn, Fanlin is walking on a mountain road.

At the foot of the mountain, the shadow of a small town is shrouded in fog, just like the holy tower of learning. Everyone who yearns for the answer embarks on this road.

All of a sudden, the picture turns and van Lin returns to the North Pole. He sees Dumbledore's pale body. It should be said that Is the soul, step by step into the black tomb

There were many times when van Lim wanted to get Dumbledore back, but it was impossible.

Dumbledore's figure went further and further away, stunned

"Hermione, what are you doing?" After rubbing his eyes, Fanlin turned up. Considering that the humble house could not accommodate so many people, naturally, Fanlin asked to move out and took Hermione.

As Fanlin had already taken on the responsibility of an adult, Mrs. Weasley had to let go, and Harry and Ron would have to stay in the burrow.

(in fact, if it wasn't for everyone's agreement, and Sirius fanned the flames and stopped Mrs. Weasley, it would have been different...)

"A gift for Harry Today is his birthday! " Hermione said, "don't you forget Harry's birthday?"

"Ha ha, how could emmm…… How about a new cape

"I don't think he wants this much You just forget it? "

"Oh, well, it looks like that." Fanlin said with some chagrin, "so, you..."

"I'm preparing it for you, and I think we need to deliver it."

"What is this?" Van Lin looked at the box in his hand.

"A lucky potion, if you don't mark it wrong." Hermione said, "so, do you understand?"

"I had a good communication with Professor srahorn. Before I left, although I didn't think it was useful, it was a little metaphysical, but this is it..."

At the same time

"Hey, get up!"

Harry opened his eyes reluctantly. He was still lying on the campbed in Ron's ramshackle attic hut. The thought of the preparations for the wedding was a little painful, but he didn't want to move out with van Lin and Hermione. He liked it here, and Ginny was here.

Is this a bit of a show?

At this time, the sun had not yet risen and the room was still dark. Owl piggy buried his head between his little wings and was still asleep. The scar on Harry's forehead pricked.

"What are you mumbling all the time when you sleep?"

"Yes Is it? "

"Yes, 'grigorovich,' you've been saying the word 'grigorovich.'

Harry didn't wear glasses, and Ron's face looked a little fuzzy.

"Who is gregovich?" Harry asked in doubt.

"How do I know that name is from you!" Harry thought as he rubbed his forehead. He felt vaguely that he had heard the name before, but could not remember where he heard it.

"I just feel like Voldemort is looking for him."

"Another poor fellow." Said Ron sincerely.

Harry sat up and stroked the scar, and now he was fully awake. He tried to recall the scene of his dream, but the only thing he could remember was the rolling horizon and the silhouette of the village surrounded by deep valleys. "I think he's abroad."

"Who? Gregovich? "

"It's Voldemort. I think he's looking for gregovich somewhere abroad. It's not like a place in England

"You think you're in his brain again?" Ron asked anxiously.

"Please don't tell Hermione..." Harry said, "she doesn't want me to see those things in my dreams..."

Harry looked up at the pig's cage and thought Why is the name gregovich so familiar?

"I think," he said slowly, "maybe it's about the quizzy game. There must be some connection, but I can't think of I can't think of it. "

"Quidditch competition?" Ron said, "you don't think of gergorwich, do you?"

"Who?"

"Dragmir grgorovic, the chaser who moved to Charley artillery two years ago for a record fee! It's also the record holder of that season

"Oh, no, no, no!" Harry quickly shook his head. "I'm sure it's not gregovich. I'll ask van Lin in secret. Maybe he'll know."

"Oh, maybe Hermione will know, but I don't think it's the chaser," said Ron. "But anyway, happy birthday to you!"

"Wow Yes, I forgot! I'm seventeen years old! " Harry picked up the wand on the edge of the camp bed, pointed to the messy desk with his glasses, and said, "glasses are flying

Er Although they were only a foot away from him, it was a great satisfaction to watch them dart by and stop at the point where they were about to poke into his eyes.In a flash, Harry had a burst of joy, in fact, he had been envious of van Lin can be unscrupulous use of magic, no matter where.

However, that's because Vaseline's wand was destroyed once. Nicoleme and vaseline made the new wand. It's impossible for the Ministry of magic to participate in it.

But now, he can use magic, can't he?

"Beautiful!" Ron immediately cheered.

Immersed in the joy of Harry Ron's room all over the sky, wake up the pig, excited in the cage flapping wings. Harry even tried to tie his shoelaces with magic (it took a few minutes for his hands to undo the magic knot), and deliberately turned Ron's orange uniform from the Charlie cannon poster to light blue.

"I'll use my hands," Ron suggested, chuckling, and Harry soon realized he had something to say.

"This is a gift for you. Open it right here. It can't be seen by my mother."

"Is it a book?" Harry was surprised to take the rectangular package. It seems that in his impression, only Hermione can deliver books.

Ron's brain watt?

"It's not quite the same as those orthodox books, is it?" Harry tried to ask

"it's different from what you usually read." Ron said, "it's absolutely classic. "Twelve success stories of chasing girls" can tell you everything about girls. If I had read this book last year, lavender and I would not have Well, anyway, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I learned a lot from it. You'll be surprised to find that it's not all about magic wands. "

Harry accepted Ron's gift with joy.

When they came to the kitchen, the table was already full of presents. Bill and Mr. Delacour were almost finished breakfast, and Mrs. Weasley stood by the frying pan and chatted with them.

"Arthur asked me to wish you a happy seventeenth birthday for him, Harry." Mrs. Weasley said happily, "he has to go to work very early, but he will be back at dinner. The one on the top is our present for you

Harry sat down and opened the square package she was pointing to. Inside is a watch as like as two peas of Ron, when he was seventeen years old, the watch that Weasley and his wife sent him was the same. The case was gold and the star shaped pointer was on the dial.

"Traditionally, a Wizard gives him a watch when he grows up," Mrs. Weasley looks at him uneasily by the stove. "But I'm afraid it's not as new as Ron's watch. In fact, it's my brother Fabian's watch. He can't take good care of his own things. I'm afraid there's a small notch in the back cover, but..."

Her words stopped because Harry stood up and hugged her. He put a lot of emotion that could not be expressed in words into the embrace, and maybe she understood that when Harry let her go, she slapped Harry's face awkwardly, then gently waved her wand, and half of the bacon in the frying pan flew out to the floor.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" Hermione rushed into the kitchen, put her gift on top of the pile and said, "it's just a small gift, but I hope you like it. What did you give him? "

She followed Ron with a question, who pretended not to hear her.

"Come on, open Hermione's present!" Said Ron.

She bought him a new camera.

"Happy Birthday!" "Actually, I want a watch, too," Van Lin said sincerely

"Then you need to wait until next year!" Harry suddenly realized that Fanlin would not be considered an adult until next year.

"So, this is a gift for you." Said Fanlin, taking out the black gift box Hermione had prepared for him this morning.

"This is..." Harry opened it. "It feels familiar to me."

"Lucky potion," Van leen yawned, "I learned, from Professor slahorn, and you will be the first user of the vanillin potion."

"Sometimes I wonder if you're learning alchemy or potion." Harry laughed. "But it's very useful for me."

Harry recalled the wonderful feeling before he got the memory of srahorn, as if he could succeed in everything.

Other gifts included magic razors from Bill and hibiscus.

("ah, by the way, 'zege'will give you a wonderful feeling of' chasing 'a haircut," Mr. delakul stressed, "but you have to make it clear what you want If you don't fold, you will find that you have less hair than you expected ）

Harry thinks that Hermione is more reliable. At least, he won't be shaved into baldness?

The draculas sent chocolates, and Fred and George brought a large box of new items from Weasley's.

Harry, Ron, vaseline and Hermione didn't stay at the table for long, because Madame Delacour, hibiscus, Gabriel and Bill were all in the kitchen, which made the small space a little crowded."I'll wrap it up for you." As the four went upstairs, Hermione picked up the present Harry had in her arms and said happily.

"Oh, good..." Harry nodded. "Maybe I could..."

Before Harry had finished speaking, Hermione had directed the gifts upstairs with her wand.

"Wow, it's good to be an adult. You can use magic freely..." Fanlin said with envy.

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Harry looked at Fanlin with disdain on his face. He was about to make a mockery when the door of a room on the first floor platform opened.

"Harry, can you come in for a moment?"

It's Ginny.

Ron stops abruptly, but Van Lin is very discerning. He and Hermione hold his elbow together and drag Ron upstairs.

Harry followed Ginny into her room, which made Harry nervous. In fact, he had never been in Ginny's room before. The room is small but full of light. On the wall is a huge poster of the witch band "weird sisters." on the other end is a picture of Gwen Jones, captain of the women's Quidditch team Holyhead harpy.

There was a table in front of the open window where they played two-on-two Quidditch matches with van Lin, Ron and Hermione! The least suspense game in the Quidditch arena, van Lin's reaction is very fast, but, to be honest, he flies really badly with the broom, and Hermione is more threatening than van Lin.)

Now a big pearl white tent has been set up in the stadium. The golden flag on top of the tent was as high as Ginny's window.

It's like a thump in the chest. It's like hitting his head.

This forced Harry to adjust his breathing and try to make himself more competitive.

Ginny, on the other hand, looked up at Harry's face, took a deep breath, and said, "happy seventeenth birthday."

"Good Thank you She looked directly at him, but Harry couldn't look at her like that. It was like staring at the glare.

"Nice view." Said Harry softly, pointing out the window. He could not blame her for not hearing.

"I can't think of anything to give you." Ginny said quietly.

"Er You don't have to send me anything. " Harry quickly explained, but it didn't work, and Ginny took it as if she didn't hear it.

"I don't know what works for you. It can't be too big because you can't carry it with you." He peeped at her, and she didn't cry, which was a unique feature of Ginny, who rarely cried. He thought it might be because she grew up with six older brothers, which made her strong.

She took a step closer to him.

"So I think I'm going to give you something that you can remember me. You know, you may meet many beautiful girls outside in the future."

Sure enough, Ginny still has a grudge against hibiscus.

"To be honest, I don't think there will be a chance in the showdown."

"It's also a blessing in misfortune," she whispered, kissing him as if he had never been, and Harry kissing her like a hot whisky.

Ginny, she seemed to be the only real thing in the world, one hand on her back, the other hand through her long sweet hair, the feeling - the door slammed open, they suddenly separated.

"Oh," said Ron purposefully, "I'm sorry."

"Ron!" Hermione stood behind him, panting slightly, and behind him was Vaseline.

"You are a pig, so strong, do not know how to care for patients?" Fanlin complained.

Who knows what attribute Ron has awakened? Listen to the crack in the door?

The Weasleys don't seem to have such a habit, or is it inherited from Mrs. Weasley?

But it can't be denied that Ron has definitely forgotten who Harry is?

Then the soul of the sister control burned so much that it broke the door?

Anyway, several people were embarrassed, Ron seemed to calm down, and then he stood there looking at Harry, flushed and embarrassed.

"Ah Ha ha You What, you go on... " Van Lin and Hermione reach out together to pull Ron, but Ron is petrified at the moment. The pestle is there, which reminds Fanlin of Goyle, the tall fat man.

"So, happy birthday to you, Harry!"

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