The Resurrection Looming Close

"Shut up, Harry!" Neville suddenly said.

Harry turned around in surprise and saw that Neville's face was solemn.

His round face was filled with the gravity and seriousness of a pilgrim.

"If I'm not mistaken, you..." Neville paused, then changed his wording. "You are Skywalker?"

When he said "Skywalker," Neville's voice drifted as though he had just woken from a dream.

Ryan nodded.

Ignoring Neville, who looked as though he might faint upon hearing the answer, he continued speaking to Harry. "More precisely, Voldemort will revive in four days. On July 1st."

With that, he took Luna's hand and vanished into thin air.

"Oh, right. You can tell Dumbledore and the others. Say that it was your connection with Voldemort that caused his resurrection." Another Ryan's voice suddenly rang out.

Harry turned his head.

The other Ryan entered the Great Hall with Fleur in tow.

After only a few days apart, Fleur seemed to have undergone a second growth spurt.

Her originally slender, well-proportioned figure now featured two dramatically swelling areas that had no business being so well-proportioned.

The snowy-white, delicate cleavage of her D-cup breasts flickered in and out of view beneath her robes, yet showed not the slightest sag.

It was as though an invisible magic supported them, keeping them perky.

Further down, beneath her slender waist,

was another exaggerated curve. Her loose robes had become tight-fitting, stretched taut over her pert, peach-like backside.

Yet Harry turned a blind eye to everything before him.

The only reason he had noticed every change so clearly was a side effect of his exceptional perception.

Though he had once been a complete lecher, his mind was now entirely focused on Ryan's words.

Voldemort was going to revive in just four days!

For the first time, he felt that Voldemort's resurrection was