Harry and Ron's Rendezvous

The next day, very early in the morning.

Harry was puzzled; he had been prepared to catch a cold. Yet, his body remained warm, not even a little uncomfortable. He looked at the Invisibility Cloak he was still wearing. "Is that you?"

He shook his head, stood up and stretched, and saw the floor again where his feet should have been. The Invisibility Cloak was really interesting.

He slowly approached the door and carefully pushed it open.

Daylight had already broken, and few people remained on campus at Ravenclaw. The sixth floor was deserted and eerily quiet.

Harry held his breath and slowly made his way to the spiral staircase. He climbed and climbed until he was almost sweating, when finally the wooden door with the bronze eagle ring appeared in front of him.

Fortunately, neither Filch nor Professor Snape were waiting there. He thought for a moment, answered the question simply, and the door opened.

Unbeknownst to him, behind him, a wizard in a long black cloak with a somber expression stood out from his surroundings. It was Snape, who had used the Disillusionment Charm and had been waiting there for Harry's safe return.

Snape smiled, as if to say that this boy was indeed unlike James. If it were James, he would have risked his life to come back long ago. Harry Potter, no, Harry Evans, is Lily's continuation.

He stood there in a daze for a moment, then turned around, flicked his cloak, and strode away.

Meanwhile, Harry bumped into Ron, who was about to go out to look for him.

Imagine, when you were in school, your inseparable roommate, someone you had to wait for to get out of bed, suddenly disappeared, and when you touched the bed, there wasn't a trace of warmth left. How anxious you would be!

And now Ron is doing just that. After helping Harry put the Invisibility Cloak back, Ron scolds Harry in the Great Hall: "You should have woken me up so I could have seen your family."

"You can come tonight, I'll be going again. I want you to see that mirror," Harry said expectantly, fiddling with his porridge without touching it.

"Come on, you'd better not go tonight. What if Filch and Snape are keeping watch there—" Ron surprisingly started thinking, much to Ryan's surprise, who was petting the cat nearby. Harry, however, didn't care about the surprise and interrupted Ron, "We'll go straight there after dinner and not go back to the common room!"

"Okay, I'd love to see your mom and dad," Ron said again, but his tone was like that of a bride eager to meet her future in-laws, which made Ryan feel disgusted, while Harry was already used to it.

"I'd like to see your whole family, the Weasley. You can point out your other brothers and all your relatives to me," Harry said, his eyes shining.

"You can see them anytime," Ron said, oblivious to the romantic sentiment. To be honest, he initially joined Ravenclaw not only to be with Harry, but also because he had a certain fondness for Hermione.

But now, he has completely forgotten Hermione and only has eyes for Harry.

Sure enough, he extended a warm invitation to Harry, "Come to our house this summer. But perhaps only dead people will appear in the mirror."

"Harry, why aren't you eating anything? You slept on the floor all night! You could at least have some bacon," Ron said kindly.

Ryan couldn't help but roll his eyes. Ron Weasley really had a knack for reading the room. When he wasn't interested, no matter how obvious you were, he wouldn't notice, just like when he pressed Harry about soccer.

When he is interested or has eaten his fill, he becomes exceptionally attentive, and his intelligence comes online.

However, these are not the main reasons why Ryan rolled his eyes.

Ryan had already subtly made his presence known, hoping to make Ron worry about his Scabbers and Harry afraid (Harry dislikes cats, especially Jerry; he can sense its danger. As for why Harry didn't hate it in the original timeline of Crookshanks, it was simply because it was too ugly, unlike a cat, and later helped Sirius). Up until now, they only had eyes for each other, completely unaware of Ryan and the kitten Jerry.

This left Ryan bored as he fed Jerry eggs, enjoying the sensation of his fingertips being licked.

"Ryan, what's this? Jerry?" Harry, who was being persuaded by Ron to eat, suddenly noticed.

"Harry, Merlin's beard, Ryan, where did you get this cat?" Ron thought of Scabbers as soon as he saw Jerry. "It doesn't eat mice, does it?"

"Harry, do you remember its name?"

"Ron, Jerry has always been here, but he's still a baby, always sleeping in my pocket."

"As for whether or not to eat rats, look, do you still have the hamster I drew before?" Ryan said to the two of them respectively.

"Of course I remember," Harry replied reluctantly. After becoming a wizard and discovering that he was indeed extraordinary, he was quite suspicious that Jerry must have some dangerous Care of Magical Creatures bloodline, swearing on the sense of danger he felt when he first saw Jerry and now.

"My Scabbers, it's so old, but you're still a baby— Ryan, Scabbers stays in the dorm, you must take this cat with you at all times," Ron said worriedly.

"Okay." Seeing Ron's worry for his mouse, Ryan finally smiled happily.

It was 9:35 a. m., still a long way from the 10 p. m. curfew.

Harry and Ron, looking rather guilty, told Ryan they were going to the Gryffindor Tower to stay with Ron's brothers. Ryan pretended not to know what they were up to, watching them take the bag Lucius Malfoy had given them, pack their blankets, and go inside.

This time, the Mirror of Erised wasn't located on the route leading out of the library as in the original timeline; instead, it was closer to the Ravenclaw Tower. Since Harry had stayed there until he woke up in the morning, he knew its location. This time, with the Invisibility Cloak on, Harry and Ron quickly found the room where the mirror was.

"This is it—this is it—yes!" They pushed open the door.

Harry took the Invisibility Cloak off his shoulders, threw his bag on the ground, and ran to the mirror.

He gazed greedily at his reflection in the mirror, his face beaming with delight, his mouth practically twisted into a grin. Meanwhile, Ron carefully blocked the doorway, picked up his bag, took out a blanket, and wrapped it around himself.

"I'm freezing," Ron said. "Why are you in such a hurry? We still have all night."

"Did you see that?" Harry asked quietly.

"I can't see anything." Ron shrank further under the covers.

"Look! Look...they're all here...there's a huge crowd..." Harry was eager to show his family to his friends.

"I can only see you," Ron emphasized again. If he didn't know what kind of person Harry was, he probably would have thought Harry was joking with him.

"Take a good look around. Come here and stand where I am," Harry said, pulling Ron over.