Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

This too young child experienced too much sorrow in one day, just like putting a paper boat into a turbulent river, watching it being carried away by the shallow waves, and then realizing on the way back that it was a farewell forever.

And Harley realized that Moody had obviously put the boat earlier.

He should have let it go many years ago, and just stood on the shore and looked at the river for a long time. He guessed that its boat was floating through the neon city, being washed into the urban area, floating away, and flowing into the uninhabited wilderness.

Until today, she came to him and told him that it was time to say goodbye to his boat.

Moody rubbed his face vigorously with his big scarred hand, took a few deep breaths, adjusted his mood, and then took Harry to sit on the chair.

He was very considerate and poured her some warm water, and also took out some chocolates that had been there for who knows how long.

It's nothing like when we first met.

“That was for a purpose…”

Moody's spirit seemed to have never been able to gather again as the ship left. He lowered his head and asked Harry what happened. From Dursley to Vivian, the story can be long or short: two enemies, eight dead.

"Death Eater..." The tired man muttered, "I'll take you to the Ministry of Magic first..." He changed the subject: "...What does she want to give me?"

a letter.

Harry pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to Moody.

"It's safe here... I'll be back soon, little one."

He was leaning on a crutch, his shadow hunched, and he walked away slowly with his shoulder tilted.

The handwriting in the letter was very beautiful, as if it had been written not long ago.

……

"My dear Alastor."

"It's been over thirty years since we last met."

"Actually, if you have time, you don't have to hang around outside my store all the time. Come in and see me, and let me take a good look at you. I guess you don't want to, and you probably also guess that I don't want to."

"It's just one foot. Don't we look good together?"

"Last week, I went to see Sister Coria and said hello to her for you. I don't know, maybe this is the last time I see her, so I said goodbye to her."

"I said, 'I'm going to find you soon, sister. Have you prepared a good room for me in that world? An exquisite makeup box with gold patterns, a soft bed, and a fragrant quilt.'"

"How can I ask such an excessive amount of things of Sister Kolya?"

"Then, I thought about it. After all, she had been gone for so long, and she was so beautiful. It shouldn't be difficult for her to prepare something for me, right?"

"I laughed for a long time in the cemetery and scared away two little wizards who came with my uncle."

"Ugh."

"Alastor, I missed you a little."

"Every night."

"The winter we spent together was as brilliant as summer. In my dreams, I can still hear the sound of the ever-changing rapids of the Stinky Shell Harbor and smell the faint fragrance of the bouquet of albizzia trees you gave me. I sat on a creaky old bench while you waved your magic wand not far away, blasting the river water into waves."

"Then he smiled at me with a smug look on his face."

"The sun was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes. I leaned in your arms and listened to you talk about how to distinguish between dark magic users and dark wizards; I listened to you talk about Dumbledore, the days you longed for and the ideals you pursued."

“Those were great times.”

"Time, wind chimes, pebbles, oak trees, you and your kiss. They are all good."

"Except me."

"I am a coward."

"I hate myself, but I can't bear to let go of your hand."

“It’s really worrying.”

"I should have listened to her. I could have devoted myself to you and not have had so many feelings for you. But then, I wouldn't have been able to truly know you and understand you, and I wouldn't have been able to walk out of Stinky Harbor alive."

"I've thought about this question, seriously."

"I would rather die in that port than not recognize each other."

"Anyway, I won't hear your rude and disrespectful curses in a letter, Alastor, that's what I said."

"So, what about you?"

"I deliberately changed the window of the shop to one-way. If you didn't notice it, it means I won once - I saw it, and every time you will have a few more scars.

"But you are doing the right thing. I shouldn't advise you."

"In fact, I write over thirty letters about you, every year. But I won't send them."

“Like this one.”

"Not until I die."

"Please take care of yourself, my brave warrior, okay?"

"His Dorothy found her way home."

"Next time we meet, we should have a very long time to love each other."

"That year, I loved you ignorantly and passionately like a flame."

"Vivian."

……

It took Moody a long time to stagger back into the house.

He seemed to have cried, and his only usable eye was a little red. He gave himself time to read the letter and calm down. When he faced Harley again, the blood and mud on the girl's face had dried into hard blood scabs.

"No, don't wipe it."

He didn't wet the towel for Harley, but held the girl's hand as she tried to wipe her face. He said softly, "Just go ahead, just like that." His blue fake eyes were no longer able to murmur, "She escaped, didn't she?"

Bellatrix.

"So, something happened in Azkaban."

The shrewd and sharp old Auror thought of more things in an instant - it is not difficult to understand why the Ministry of Magic kept this important matter under wraps. What's more,...

Does the escape of the Death Eaters mean that He Who Must Not Be Named... will return?

More than a decade ago, only a few people believed that he was not dead.

Apart from the Death Eaters, there are only a few left in the Order of the Phoenix.

"We need to tell Fudge and Dumbledore about this."

He used a cane to support his hunched body. The old man, who had been drained of all his vitality, smiled at Harry.

Worse than crying.

Chapter 151 The Boring Ministry of Magic

This is Harry's first time at the Ministry of Magic.

Coming out of some fancy fireplace.

Moody, leaning on a cane and looking grim, led the way in front - this did not deter the excited staff. They rushed up to surround her, and one hand after another scrambled to shake hers: dry, soft, hard, and wet.

From time to time, someone in the crowd would whisper, "I shook hands with Harry Potter!"

“She’s so spirited!”

A famous person.

No one cared about the blood scabs on her face and the mud on her hair. It seemed that the Ministry employees just wanted her to pose, shake hands, take pictures, or sign their empty workbooks. Even though Moody led the way with his cane that was nearly as tall as a person, it took them forty minutes to reach the Minister's Office.

Is this what a meeting with a big star in the Muggle world is like?

"At least they really like the stars they are chasing after."

Moody's words surprised Harry.

"What? You think I don't know anything about the Muggle world? Aurors often have to deal with wizards who take shortcuts to the Muggle world from time to time." Moody drooped his face: "Some mentally ill bastards, pigs are smarter than them... Why do we hide the wizarding world..."

The cane tapped on the shiny floor tiles.

"To protect ourselves, of course."

When Harley was at Miles's house, she had seen some similar stories on the Internet, such as "Humans and Animals", "Men and Women", "Power and Money", "Poor and Rich" - all kinds of stories, with a bunch of boring people quarreling at the bottom.

Hera said the only contribution those people made was to increase traffic to the website and gain a spiritual victory.

Harley asked what a spiritual victory was.

Hera said that just like Nagini always thought she was "special" in Mori Yuesha's eyes - even though there were all kinds of girls around Mori Yuesha, everyone still thought they were "special".

Harley said she didn't think so.

Hera praised her.

Come to think of it, the biggest controversy in the wizarding world is Moody's satire.

'Wizards are superior to Muggles' and 'Pure-bloods are superior to Half-bloods' - these two sentences directly triggered countless bloodshed and led to the death of her parents.

The one who must not be named.

"You want to cast the Imperius Curse on the Muggle leader, a bunch of idiots..." Moody slowed down his pace a little, walked side by side with Harry, and muttered dirty words, "I dare say that if you do this, the next day there will be a peace-loving idiot wizard number two who will come out to remove the curse for the Muggles and then educate them about the wizarding world..."

Harry pursed his lips. "That's just how humans are, Mr. Moody."

The old Auror paused with his cane, and his fake eyes suddenly looked in her direction, with a look of surprise on his scarred face. "What did you say, human?" He bent down and approached the bottomless green lake.

Harry looked up quietly and looked at him.

"You're human too, Harley."

Harry said nothing.

"You too, we all do. Joy, anger, sorrow, life, old age, sickness and death." Moody seemed to have finally realized that the thinking of this 'savior' was different from that of most children. He shook his dirty long hair in disapproval and stretched out his index finger to push Harry's forehead - the lightning-shaped scar.

"Maybe too much happened today... Well, I think it's a good thing for you to get used to it as soon as possible..." As a warrior, he would not change his attitude just because the other party is a girl: "Don't let anger affect your judgment, Harley. Look at hatred calmly, and then, retaliate calmly."

Moody clenched his cane.

"You are the hope of many people. Although Dumbledore may have other choices, you are still different. We are all watching you, protecting you, and teaching you."

"Don't let him get to his head."

Hate?

"I understand, Mr. Moody." She nodded in a pretentious manner, "I won't let anger get the better of me."

The two of them had no problems along the way. When they reached the door of the minister's office, Moody knocked a few times before turning to whisper to Harley, "He always has to leave people outside for a minute or two. There's nothing to be afraid of. Stand up straight, kid. You shouldn't bow your head wherever you go."

The old Auror patted his chest to set an example for the girl who always liked to shrink: "Hold your head high, Harry——"

She heard someone finally speak from the other side of the door.

"Please come in."

…………

……

Sitting with the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was a short, fat woman.

She wore a pink dress and her eyebrows were over-drawn. When Harry was "reporting", she kept getting close to old Fudge and flirting with him - the old man seemed very conflicted, sometimes showing a look of enjoyment, and sometimes pushing her away with a stern face.

After five minutes, Harley began to doubt whether either of them had heard everything.

These are the Minister and Deputy Minister of Magic?

No wonder Hera said they were a 'great' bunch of idiots.

"I'm sorry, Harry." After hearing this, Cornelius Fudge apologized. He looked very sincere, but what if we ignore the fancy dress that looked like a holiday?

"…I wanted to mobilize the Aurors to capture those escapees, but who knew…"

To put it bluntly, the escapees are all Death Eaters. He crossed his hands to cover half of his face, hiding his unnatural expression: "There is a small problem in Azkaban, a very small problem...right, Minister Umbridge."

"of course."