Those Who Could Never Return

On the dimly lit street, beneath strangely shaped flying vehicles, six figures were waving goodbye with reluctance.

"Are you going back to Hogwarts?" Harry asked Krum still had a serious expression on his face.

"Yes, I heard that not only Durmstrang, but also students from the other two houses live at Hogwarts with those Werewolf Wizards," Draco said after a moment's thought.

Ginny didn't say anything; she was just secretly yawning.

Neville was about to exchange a few pleasantries when Ron interrupted him.

"Krum, Krum, how can I live without you, Krum!"

Faced with Ron's intense confession, his stiff face, which had remained unmoved even under immense pressure, suddenly changed color.

"Shut up!

I'm begging you, Ron.

"Don't speak. If you agree, I can give you a few more autographed photos." He strode forward and covered Ron's mouth with his hand.

You know, he's a world-renowned Quidditch star, and Harry Potter is here too. If he attracts people here, he can forget about going back to the Leaky Cauldron to rest.

Thinking of this, he first looked at Draco, "We students do not live at Hogwarts."

Only professors and principals, who are now serving as professors to those Werewolf Wizards.

That bastard Grindelwald is supposedly still researching how to turn Muggle into wizards!

"And you—?" Draco asked.

"Both the France witch and I paid for our own travel."

We officially came to the Britain, supposedly with other students.

"You'll see something really interesting then." Although Krum's stiff face prevented him from making any expressions other than frowning and blinking, his eyes still held a hint of a smile.

"What is that?" Harry blinked curiously.

I won't give away any spoilers yet.

"Here, Ron, these are my autographed photos. I'm off now." Krum released Ron, quickly shoved a handful of photos into his hand, and ran off without looking back.

"Krum, what's wrong?" Ron looked at the photos again. "Luckily, none of these photos are the same, and they're all signed."

"I'm leaving," Neville suddenly said, then disappeared into the crowd.

"Aren't we all going to Leaky Cauldron?"

Use the fireplace there to get back via the Floo Network.

"Krum lives there," Harry asked, puzzled.

Draco, who was standing nearby, quickly gestured and looked at Ron.

Ron was still there, staring at the photo in his hand like a pervert.

Harry understood.

The next morning, I was in the same familiar room.

Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Harry, Harry, Harry!" The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs came from outside the door, along with Ron's voice.

"What's wrong?" Harry said, then picked up his wand from the table and gave his mouth and face a Scourgify.

With the plaque in his mouth, bad breath, greasiness on his face, and eye discharge gone, Harry felt more alert.

Bang!

Ron pushed the door open.

He was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet, his hair was messy, and he was still wearing pajamas.

But the sound of footsteps going upstairs didn't disappear.

A moment later, two figures dressed in pajamas appeared behind Ron: Ginny and Draco.

"Harry, Mom and Dad are gone." Ginny seemed to know that Ron and Draco were not there.

Ron and Draco both seemed to understand when faced with Ginny's question.

"You'll understand once you read this." Ron waved the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"There's another interesting piece of news," Draco added.

"What?" Harry took the newspaper, and Ginny came over as well.

The newspaper headline featured three familiar figures, one of whom was Neville I had just met yesterday.

He, with his broad shoulders and muscular build, kept wiping away tears.

The two people behind Neville were people they had seen in a group photo of the Order of the Phoenix.

They are Neville's parents!

They were all still wearing their St. Mungo's's pajamas, as if they had just been discharged from the hospital and hadn't had time to change.

They no longer have the round, happy faces that were seen in the earliest group photo of the Order of the Phoenix members.

She appeared thin and haggard, and with her large eyes and messy, dry white hair, she seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Harry looked at the text below:

The Awakening of the Heroes of the First Wizarding War!

Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom were a great couple respected in the Wizarding World.

Before they suffered that terrible ordeal (being driven insane by Bellatrix Lestrange's Cruciatus Curse), they were responsible Auror.

He was one of the original members of the Order of the Phoenix, still fighting on the front lines against the Death Eaters.

Fortunately, according to Melanie Strau, a therapist in the St. Mungo's's closed ward, "When I was making Mr. Bode's bed, I noticed that after I heard Agnes in the next bed making a sudden, incessant noise, I realized that the Longbottoms had woken up."

This was completely different from usual. They all seemed unusually rational, and even spoke!

You should know that they didn't talk much, they just used gestures, or lay quietly together holding hands.

Besides the name Neville (the Longbottoms' son), which they often mentioned. Then...

We all know what happened next.

The Longbottoms were hurriedly picked up by Augusta Longbottom, Frank Longbottom's mother, and upon returning home, they ran into Neville, who had just returned from shopping in Diagon Alley.

That's how the photo above came about.

Their son, Neville, is also a great young man.

Ravenclaw high achiever, helpful (as everyone knows, he volunteered to help students buy books at Flourish and Blotts that very day), and physically imposing.

A smile involuntarily appeared on Harry's face.

He almost couldn't wait to start reading.

Here's another photo.

However, this is a group photo. The Longbottoms have already changed their clothes.

My hair was tidied up, and I look much more refreshed.

Neville and his grandmother are not in the group photo.

However, he was not surprised at all.

This is a group photo of the Order of the Phoenix!

Dumbledore, Moody, Hagrid, Sirius, and even Mr. Weasley and the others!

Their background was exactly the same as the photo Ryan had shown them before.

The same round table, the same wine bottle, the same striped wallpaper behind it.

The only difference is that there are fewer people.

It's not that these people are unavailable or unable to return.

Rather, they had already disappeared or were definitively declared dead.

On this joyous day, these thoughts involuntarily surfaced in Harry's mind.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Draco's brows furrowed deeply.

He didn't understand why Harry was suddenly unhappy.

"Nothing? I was just thinking about Marlene McKinnon MacKinnon, G. Fenwick, people I can never go back to." Harry shook his head.

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